About a week ago I had to register in the SAM system for government contractors. Up to now I've been just a freelance independent contractor regularly contracted by the USDOJ in PR, and I liked that status. I was just me, an entity apart and separate from this increasingly insane paradigm that is my government. Registering and answering all the myriad questions (page after page after page) felt like taking off my clothing, piece by piece, until I was floating naked in the cold, the history of the years I've lived marked upon a body that no longer has the carefree beauty of youth. All up for inspection, for review.
Muscle tone: acceptable.
Body fat: increasing.
Skin tone: decreasing.
Height: lower than average.
Vision: decreasing
Hearing: decreasing
Genitals: respectable but no need to call Guinness.
The same government that many years ago told me it wasn't interested in my services simply because of the gender of my prefered bedmates.
Annerving, to say the least.
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