replicant_rasa

So I've got an account on OkCupid, in which I list myself as male but under "Most personal thing I'm willing to admit" I say, "I'm an FTM transsexual. So if you're cruising for a well-hung top, then just keep moving, cuz these are not the droids you're looking for." It seems to work pretty well as a filter, including catching the eye of a few outliers for whom that makes me more interesting rather than less.

Anyway, I came home around midnight and checked my email, to find an OkCupid message from a bisexual 18-year-old music student. In essence: "Want to hook up? :D"

"Sounds good to me," I wrote back, because I aspire to be easy.

A minute later a chat window pops up. In essence: "Want to hook up RITE NAO?? :D :D"

Haha, yeah right, kid. It's midnight and I just got home from an S&M party, not going out again. So we chatted for a bit, and then came this gem...

Him: so how big are u?
Me: big as in...?
Him: lol how big is ur dick
Me: .....about an inch.
Me: Did you miss the part where I'm a trannie?
Him: wut

::headdesk::

Him: i think i would have remembered that

I'm sure if you'd read my profile, you would have.

FIN

So. Senate Bill 723.

( Grandstanding -- I think it's the law. )

Just finished my last day of gainful employment in Japan, which is sort of driving home the you-are-leaving thing. It's weird because I've spent the past four years building up a skillset that I hope never to use again. In my not so humble opinion (and, it must be said, in my student evaluations), I'm a good teacher. I even enjoy myself about half the time. But this stint has also proved to me that I don't want to be a teacher forever, because ultimately, no matter how good you are, your ability to enjoy yourself is at the mercy of whether or not your students suck.

I don't even mean suck as in their language skills, because I've had low level students I adored and high level students who gave me muscle tics at the mention of their name. We (or I do anyway) have the impression that a good teacher should be able to succeed in any situation, any class, make lemons out of lemonade, but that's really, really not the case. I can make conversation on just about any topic now, for any level of English-speaker, but conversation is a two-person game, and a spectacularly unimaginative student can kill that shit dead, no matter how technically proficient they are. I've had lessons flop that I had done dozens and dozens of times before, to good effect, because of students who were congenitally incapable of having an independent thought in their head.

And suddenly that's no longer for me to worry about. (And oh god, I will never again have to play asinine games with other people's goddamn kids.) The Sisyphean task of trying to teach Japan English is no longer my responsibility. It's liberating, that is.

My friends-list for this journal has gotten kind of schizophrenic, in that half of you are here because you know me IRL, half of you are here via fandoms or manga, and half of you are here for trannie stuff. (And half of you are here for my rad math skills, yes.)

So the other day when I wrote a Dresden Files fanfic, I created a separate journal for writing-related topics instead of posting it here.

You've probably noticed that I almost never post here anymore -- I'm just not doing much that's worth writing about, though that might change after I move back to the states. Far more interesting is what I spend my time thinking about, so if you're into reading or writing and discussions thereof, I invite you to join me at rassaku, where I've been keeping all my new toys. :D

The rassaku journal is also a space for me to be male from the start, rather than trans, so please to not discuss it there. I will delete incriminating comments and sulk at you.

In anticipation of moving back to the states in slightly > 1 month, I'm trying to unload four years' worth of accumulated stuff -- which is not relevant to anyone on LJ, except that I also happen to be in possession of what is probably the most extensive English-language gay fantasy collection in Japan. If you are a slashfan in Japan jonesing for books in English (or if you know someone who is) don't be shy about asking for them -- I want to give them to you. The alternative, I'm afraid, is donating them to the local library, who will probably be like, "Uhm... thank you. For these... books that no one will ever read." ::chucks them as soon as I'm gone::

( so many books )

Guess who is coming to Tokyo. Guess who is coming to my ward to speak at the local library.

DONALD KEENE.

Kyaaaaaa I am so going to go fanboy all over him.

So I sort of picked up a Broadway dancer last night. I do not recommend my strategy though!

me: 何歳ですか？ [How old are you?]
him: 26歳
me: Oh, I thought you were older. IN THE GOOD WAY, I MEAN. SHITFUCK, HOW DO YOU SAY THAT IN JAPANESE??
him: いいことに？
me: ...yes.

The above exchange would indicate that he understands English, but he never spoke any.

He came over and sat by me, and I struck up a conversation. I told him that I'd requested a song (Alejandro :D) and that if it came on I wanted to dance. He was game for that. (I did not know, at the time, that he was a professional dancer.) So it did -- A REALLY CRAPPY REMIX. Utterly un-danceable. (Methinks the DJ is subtly trying to encourage people not to request it.) Anyway, we ended up making out on the dance floor instead of dancing -- net gain, I think.

Indeed, I was so happy that I flooded my house the next morning. ^_^