Let’s talk about this for a minute or five. I am very single, in a sense any way. I am married to my career. So I am a single married Clown.
My career, I am in love with it. I love everything about being a clown. Even the negative shit, like when idiot post teen and young adult women hide from me, feigning fright for attention. As if they have never seen a girl with makeup on before.
My career encourages me to play. With everything and everyone! I get to play dress up every time I have a gig, and I get to dive head first into my makeup kit. Most men have dated, complained about my overall maturity level, and the amount of makeup I buy.
My career insists on always getting better. It is constantly reminding me of things I do that other people need to see me do, or hear me say. Where the men I date, are often embarrassed or confounded that I would say or do something so off beat.
Yes, it is all about my career as a Clown. I am so very happy about the relationship I have with my working self. I look forward to working every day! Everyday brings a new facet of this beautiful thing I call a job. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to use such foul language towards something I love so much. Please forgive the use of the word job. I really didn’t mean it!
of Questionable Repute is my one and only!