Hi ho hi ho it's back to TAFE I go

On the eve of my thirty third birthday I am returning to TAFE; having dropped out of 3 degrees, and numerous jobs, I can probably calculate in months the time in my life that I have NOT been a welfare recipient. Too mad to fit into the regimented, reliable world of regular wage-slavery, but not mad enough to sign my life over to Satanlink's bureaucratic home for hopeless cases, the Disability Support Pension, I'm still holding out hope to fashion myself into a "productive member of society" before middle age. I'm intelligent, creative, capable and caring, and mentally ill.

A hopeless idealist, masked by brutal pragmatism, I am still driven to make the world a better place. Specifically to help to empower people to make their own lives better. My art is an act of reclamation, protest, and joy, but my muse requires me to also articulate my vision of transcendent sexuality in activism and community service. So back to TAFE I go, to pursue my dreams of sexpert glory, career fulfillment and financial stability.