posted Tue, 09 Oct 2007
SH: One of the people we met with today is a transsexual.
Me: Is that the kind that likes to wear women’s clothes or the one who cuts it off?
SH: It’s someone who changes sex.
Me: What direction did this person go? In or out?
SH: He was a man and is now a woman.
Me: Has he been chopped yet?
SH: I don’t know! He has breasts.
Me: Facial hair?
SH: Not that I noticed.
Me: What does he look like? Does he look better than me?
SH: No! You look way better. He looks like guy trying to look like a woman.
Me: What do you think is on his passport?
SH: I don’t know. Genetically, he’s a man. Are you allowed to choose which sex you put on your passport?
Me: What was he wearing?
SH: I wasn’t paying attention. He’s decent technically; that’s all I noticed.
Me: A skirt? Pants?
Me: Heels or flats?
Me: Did he have long nails?
SH: I don’t know! I don’t pay attention to things like that!
Me: But you know I am going to ask these questions. You should have looked so you could have been prepared. Was there any vibe?
Me: You know. The vibe there is between men and women.
SH: No! If anything, he had negative femininity. He sucked femininity out of the room.
Me: How tall was he?
SH: 5’9”, 5’10”.
Me: I’ll bet he has a hard time finding shoes.
The end of the line
1 year ago