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My eyes lit up at the sight of a fiberglass cow on the roof. Pretty ladies complimented
me in my hand-me-down Osh-Kosh on the cereal aisle.
"Oh! No, she's a girl." "Oh my. I'm so sorry... But you're still soooo cute." And still a
boy, ma'am. Girls play stupid games. But they liked playing
with me for my willingness to be the husband. No longer proper, I was forced to always wear
a shirt by the age of 8. In time, I learned to don a jacket in June.
Whatever you do, please don't remember me... But it's hard to forget the record-holding
recess king of the hill. I bled for three months straight, with no
one the wiser. Seemed a fair trade for its year-long disappearance.
"I wish you took them both... Well, why not?... No, doc. Trust me. I will never want to have
children." But, he just laughed at my immaturity and
assured me I would. Thank you, Oprah, for giving me a name
that led to the magical 8 pages (4254 words) and headless nudes in Harry Benjamin's bible—potentiality
this obsessed teen would pore over routinely at a corner table behind the remote stacks.
Numb flaccid *** from a forearm was not the first I'd seen. A physiological disappointment,
and I like orgasms too much. And I did my three years... as best I could.
But never could afford the "elective." Discussions with Plato in my androgynous convenience store
smock taught me it no longer mattered. "Hey dude! What the hell? ... You got a girl's
***! You know that, freak?!!" Luckily, they hurled insults better than bottles.
"The way is straight and the gate is narrow!" was the mantra blaring from the megaphone
atop his car that tailgated my motorcycle wee, wee, wee all the way home.
"You know, most of our students come from a conservative background and wouldn't feel
comfortable with your, you know, personal life. So, it's best you not talk about it."
As if by nature I'd incessantly discuss sex... It did make things awkward with Chapter 11,
Beziehungen (relationships). It was the first time that year I'd modeled no example of speech.
My LGBT students felt my muteness.
In the end, I can say that I was born in the right body because it gives me my voice.