Well blogger readers, I've finally gotten a new job. I can't believe I've taken more than a week to write about this news. Basically I'll be working in a legal department that deals with copyright infringement of intellectual property. I'm not going to bother saying the company's name, but it's here in SF and it is part of the "Adult Entertainment Industry." Honestly, don't know if I've mentioned it before or not, but I'm much more inclined to take notice of someone I meet who is not in the porn industry. It seems that far too many of the people I know make a living doing something that has to do with sex. Whether their escorts, porn stars (porn movies are like escort business cards,) dildo sellers, splooge sopper-uppers, animal husbandriests (ok-- I make that one up) it seems an awful lot of people I know work in the sex industries. My new job has raised... concerns (did you think I was going to write pee-pees?) among my friends not associated with the sex biz. "You're going to loose you sex drive," I've been told more than once (actually 7.5 times, the .5 was from my friend Mau who started to choke on a Korean Chicken Ball half-way through her sentence.) I can't see my sex drive getting any lower than it is right now-- I'm practically virginal again-- there's a glowing halo of light surrounding me. I'm becoming Saint Abstinence of San Francisco. It's most troublesome, this dry spell. The job I'm working at doesn't necessarily help at all. Since I see nekkid (that's ghetto for naked) pictures all day I'm bound to become desensitizing to the sexual allure of the male form. But I have to write that the pay is much more of a turn on than any of those pictures! I get hard for a green-back ;^) My dating life has come to a complete standstill. Why just three or more weeks ago I was feasting on dates with gents from all over-- now I'm in a complete famine. Probably the best thing with the transition of a new job and the upcoming move to a new housing arrangement that has yet to be determined. That's another very stressful part of my life currently. Selling oneself as "the best gosh-darn roommate one could ever have!" I have a standard schpil I post on Craigslist.org-- it's garnered a few good responses. I looked at one place last week which had killer artwork. However there's no parking in Hayes Valley-- if there was a garage space it would have already been mine. However I've got a few places to look at before I decide. In other news M is mad at me. I can understand why but I don't feel like talking to her since she can be quite contentious. This is why my new job is so odd for me... Out of every profession, guys I've dated tend to be lawyers. A good amount of my friends like to argue as well. I dislike debate-- but I'm drawn to those who love it. What's up with that? Anyone got any ideas? So me having a job in the legal world is just plain bizarre. Anyhoot-- that's good for now. I need to write more often in this blog. I started reading through my archive and was absolutely sickened by what I had written about The Poet. Gee, what was I thinking all those months?