The Bottom Has Bottoms

Hi, my name is M. Charlene Stevens. I am an independent curator and writer. Last year, Seph Rodney asked me to write an op-ed in Hyperallergic about life as an independent curator. I was broke and feeling hopeless. What I had to say would have been too dark. I couldn't write it then, but I need to let go of my ego and share the truth.

Despite the numerous projects that I have worked on, I have not been able to secure a permanent full-time position. This is not from lack of trying. I have been applying for everything. Writing cover letters has become another job in itself. I’m wondering if it's ageism or if there is something so wrong with me that I don't deserve to earn a living.

I exhausted my savings staying in my apartment and paying expenses through the pandemic. Then the unemployment ran out. When I couldn't make rent last summer, I applied for ERAP and my landlord refused to apply. I am currently in housing court as part of the eviction process. Without a job, I cannot afford another place to live.

Every day is a game of whack-a-mole, trying to keep my phone or wifi being shut off. Other bills have gone unpaid for months.

I’m trying to stay positive, but I could use some help getting back on my feet and hopefully avoiding a homeless shelter.

So I’m putting it out there, hoping for the best.