Further down the spiral
Well I held the job at the Beat for five months, made it something special, before politics and nasty manipulative drag queens pulled me out of the job. This was a bad sign when moving out of Warry street prison, into W's place...eww gay boy living. It was made bearable because of a lovely trans girlfriend K, one of W's friends, who gave me a voice in the house till she left to go back to Townsville, me home town. However the house was never mine and nor would it ever be made mine. It was always going to be a gay boy house and it was a matter of time before they would use me up and burn me out. So at the moment, I'm homeless, with a house I gotta be out of ASAP, no money and a job prospect to type and send to Stonewall Medical Centre before Thursday for a three day a week receptionist position. Fun.