just in case people read this and not my facebook...

dearest loved ones and friends in pdx and beyond,

i, just like many of you, need work. can you pass this on to your friends/loved ones/neighbor/someone?

my schedule and rates are flexible. i am going to be in and out of town here for the next few months (short trips! no more months away!) and am trying to continue making odd jobs work for me before returning to school very soon. to give you some background on what i'd like to do in school is at first attend pcc to take care of pre-requirments and then possibly attend psu (or another school?) and get my BA in community health education with a minor possibly in aging services, sexuality/gender/queer studies, and maybe race/social justice. and in the future future future getting my masters in human sexuality. in other words: BE REALLY BUSY. but. for now. making rent/bills would be nice...

i am a jack-of-all-trades-sort and am open to the following types of work but am not limited to such things:

dog walking -- i am great with all sorts of dogs and am very patient with working with dogs who have anxiety or any special needs.
manual labor -- need help moving? hauling? putting things together? hanging things? painting? paint stripping? putting hardware on something?
driving -- need someone to drive yr moving truck? cross country? around the block? my schedule is really flexible and my driving record is clean.
car -- i have access to a car and can help you haul. tired of taking the bus to the grocery store? ikea? home depot? the car (scion xd) is not large but the backseat lays pretty flat so i am able to haul a lot of things in it.
house/pet sitting -- overnight, or not.
house cleaning -- no judgment. i am open to it all. dishes. laundry. picking up yr backyard of dog poo. scrubbing your floor/toilet/whatever!
organizing -- does your closet seem daunting? do you not want to go through things and get rid of things? need help finding a place here things go? i love this type of work.
homework bully -- need someone to come over and to tell you to stop goofing off and get to work? i'm real good at this.
babysitting -- all ages. i am cpr/first aid cert and love kids. so. much. lovelovelovelove. let me take yr sweetheart to the park, let's make crafts, let's read together, and so on.
home cooked meals -- are you busy in school/life? unable to make wholesome foods that fill you up? let me make you meals and deliver them to you. i'm also able to make frozen meals that you can reheat when you want them. whatever is easiest for you. i custom fit this to yr dietary needs.
typing/computer work -- i type 90+ wpm, am good with basic+ computer (pc & mac) knowledge, etc.
door person/gogodancer/punching booth/etcetcetc -- the punching booth was a smashing success at rebel cupcake in new york, maybe you want the same at yr dance night? $1 i punch you, $5 you punch me. it's all about consensual good times and negotiating. and plus. punching is fun!

if you need help with something that i didn't list -- ask me! if i'm able to do it, i'd be happy to help. no job is to big or little. i am not here to judge, just here to help.

it sure has been an adventure since quitting my well-paying homophobic/transphobic job and i couldn't be doing this without the help of all of you. i feel so truly blessed and thankful. it's amazing how not working full-time in an environment that is toxic to me has made me feel like a happier and better person. i never knew i could be so true to myself in a work environment.

thanks so much in advance for reading this/passing it on/contacting me!

xoxox,
wyatt
fagtastic@gmail.com

right now is all i have.

"what do you do?"

i don't like this question at all. what does the person asking it want to know? what are my passions? my goals in life? how do i spend my time? how do i pay the bills? what am i worth?

each time someone asks me this i automatically want to answer and say love. that is all that i know how to do. okay. clearly i know how to do other things. but. in recent times. that is what i spend most of my time thinking about. love. loving myself. loving others. love. i could go on about this but that is for another time.

back to the question at hand. this is why i hate small talk. i get really awkward about it and would rather just have heart to hearts with people. i don't want to spend my time having tiny chit-chats. sure, that is nice on a surface level but i want to dig deeper than that. i want to learn about what makes you work. what makes you happy. how your brain works. your heart works. what makes you hot. what turns you off. this is why i feel awkward in most massive social settings. especially if alcohol is involved.

and money. i don't care how you pay your bills, really. and if you care how i pay my bills. well. that's a good question. for the past six months i've collected unemployment for one month, got my tax return and worked numerous odd jobs in various places. dog walking, paint stripping, hole drilling, picture hanging, house sitting, pet sitting, house cleaning, babysitting, homework bullying and so on. does it scare the shit out of me wondering when and where i'll work next? sometimes. i have moments of freak outs. but i remind myself to breathe. it's going to work out. and if it doesn't. well. i'll figure out what i'm supposed to do then. but right now? right now i don't need to worry about that. because right now is all i have. RIGHT NOW IS ALL I HAVE.

i can't imagine working another 40 hour a week job that sucks my soul. it's not worth the pay out. i don't care that i don't make $18 an hour working in a dental office for a homophobic, transphobic, fatphobic republican. i am so much more rich now.



and this is why i can't answer that little question succinctly.

for the first time i'm not running to get away.

i've started (as in this is day two) running. or well. it looks more like. walk a lot. start running now until that mailbox. good work. you did it. walk. ok. run to that mailbox. good work. walk again. i am so glad i live a mile away from a park that has a track. i never thought i'd be one to enjoy "running" but actually -- it feels really good. well. in the end it does. i feel like i've had the shit kicked out of me. i did not want to start today though. i didn't get nearly enough sleep for my grandpa self. it's hard to keep a regular schedule when you're self employed. my goal is to keep waking up early, cook myself breakfast (this is new for me), stretch/walk/run/move my body and then "start" my day.

i've never felt so present in my body. i think a lot of it has to do with last summer and taking care of some things and feeling better in my skin. in the past i've only ran to get away, not to feel more present. this feels a lot better.

i'm not sure if anyone really reads this, but what do you like to do to feel present in your body?
if you run, what music do you like to listen to while doing so?
what motivates you to keep doing it?

xo.

home sweet home. aka bed sweet bed!

62 days of traveling.

Plane: Portland - NYC - Burlington
Bus: Burlington - Montreal
Bus: Montreal - toronto
Bus: toronto - Montreal
Train: Montreal - NYC
Bus: NYC - Philadelphia
Plane: Philadelphia - Kansas city
Car: Kansas city - Warsaw/tightwad/climax springs
Car: Warsaw - Kansas city
Plane: Kansas city - Denver - PORTLAND

15 beds, 3 futons, 2 couches, and 7 cuddle buddies.

Various odd jobs not limited to: performing, manual labor, punching booth, the kindness of strangers and learning to except meals from new and old friends.

It's amazing how much can happen when you're on the road traveling. There were times when all I wanted to be was home and wishing I never made the trip. But in the end. I'm so happy and thankful I made this trip. It has been more than life changing.

Thanks to everyone who I spent time with or met along the way, gave me a safe place to stay, shared food/resources/love/tears/tenderness and so much more. I feel like the worlds most loved boy ever and I hope you know how truly thankful I am.

Here is to continuing in making my dreams come true, finding odd jobs, somehow paying bills and following my heart. 

Chin up, heart out. I got this.

seriously?

just because you are friends with/date/fuck/know someone who is ___insert identity here___ does not make you an ally/in solidarity with before mentioned identity. i am sick of reading people saying "I AM NOT _____PHOBIC I HAVE DATED _____ AND AM FRIENDS WITH ____"

no. that shit doesn't fly.

18 days till i fly back to portland.

before i left on my travels i had a few friends laugh and joke and tell me my trip was going to be pervert tour 2011. to say the least. it hasn't been that. not that those were ever my intentions. i'm finding more and more that i think i need a break from dating/sex/play/what have you. i feel pretty fucking, well, terrible, actually. maybe it's because i am still so sick and have been for a couple weeks. i feel like i have a lot of healing to do. something happened to me in a city i won't name that i still feel so upset about. i have a lot of healing to do with that. i'm not sure what that is supposed to look like. how that will heal. or how that can heal. i'm dealing with a lot of anger around that. towards myself, towards someone else. mostly towards myself for letting it happen. i know. that isn't healthy. i was supposed to go to a play party tonight and work the door. i canceled. i'm "home" in brooklyn in bed before my volunteer shift was supposed to start. i feel good about that. i feel good about taking care of myself. i feel good about my trip only having a few more weeks. i feel good about the fact i am taking a break from all of this. my heart needs to heal. my head needs to heal. my body needs to heal.

you know how they say if you're not scared, it's not worth doing? well. this entire trip i've been scared. i guess i'm living, and doing things, and fuck. am i ever taking risks. a dear friend of mine told me that i take leaps. and boy. is she right. i can't imagine living a life in that i don't take risks. or jumps. but right now. i need to leap for me. i need to be clear of my intentions.

every city i visit strangers ask me directions. i guess i look like i know where I'm going. but really, i'm just used to being lost.

this life thing is a real funny thing you see. i have no idea what the fuck i'm doing. who does?

toronto has been one hell of an intense hard and amazing visit

i never want to be the person that shuts off my heart and doesn't feel. there are moments when my heart is bursting open because it's so crushed or delighted that it doesn't want to do and in that moment i want to shut it all off. but. i'm glad it doesn't. i'm glad it's bursting open all of the time. but god damn. it's hard fucking work loving so much. it really is.