Once again I posted an ad on Craigslist, offering free labor for a woman-owned business. It's surprising in some ways how difficult it can be to give away labor; I always expect to be flooded with demands, but it never quite happens that way. Usually I get one reply, and they flake out. Looking at it from their perspective, I guess I understand: There is some strange man who wants, sight unseen, to be their slave. Should they invite him into their home or business? Hell, no. I always offer to meet someplace safe and neutral first, so they can get a sense of me. I'm pretty sure it's impossible to spend more than a few minutes talking to me and not know that I am completely, utterly, harmless.
One of my greatest regrets was how close I came to serving an artist in Lowell. She seemed like a super-nice and talented woman, and I could have made her life much easier -- she cleaned houses to pay her rent, and I happily would have spent a day a week cleaning for her, as her slave, allowing her to do other, better things. But she spoke to her brother about it, and he freaked, convinced that I was going to eat her brain or something, and she sadly declined.
I say all this because I am going to meet a woman this morning who responded to my most recent CL ad, and I really hope it works out. It would make me really happy if I could lose myself in service to someone for a while. I don't know yet the nature of the work she needs done, but I hope it is tedious and menial, and I hope she is not a nut, or at least the wrong kind of nut. I have been sort of in heat lately, really needing to feel myself owned and controlled, preferably by a woman. I hope I have some good news to post here later.
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