Clearly, I am working in the wrong field.
(there may be no gayer place than theatre, but there definitely isn’t a place more lesbian than hardcore humanities)
There’s Prospective Student Information Day today and the halls are crawling with high schoolers, who are, in my case, getting a free education on the sighting of lesbian professors. Why, yes – we’re here, we’re queer, and if you’re enrolling, you’ll have to deal with being taught by a dyke.
I love my job.
(and I am so very grateful that I have this job, after many years of struggle, even if it is ony for a precious few years and does not pay much more than the rent and the occasional theatre ticket)