I am strong, free most days, and good at the heavy dull jobs

The most useful thing about me is completely unglamorous. I am strong, I have a flexible schedule, and I do not mind six hours of dull physical work. In a city where everybody lives up three flights and nobody owns a truck, that turns out to be worth something.

Thirty three, Queens, two years in. My one arrangement was with a woman who was clearing out an apartment that had been in her family for forty years, and I spent most of a winter carrying, sorting and hauling under her direction. She decided what stayed. I did everything else. It ended when the apartment was done, which we had both known it would, and it was the most satisfying six months I have had.

What I want is that again. Not necessarily an apartment. Anything with a list, a standard and a person who says what happens to each thing.

I should be clear about what I am not offering. Nothing physical between us, nothing sexual, no interest in any of the vocabulary. I do not want to be addressed in a particular way and I would find it awkward. What I want is to be pointed at a problem and told to solve it, and to be told when I have done it wrong.

I will not accept anything for it. It is unpaid and that is the entire distinction between this and the job I already have, which involves moving heavy things for people who do not care whether I am the one doing it.