Saturday, January 30, 2010

i'd like it to go, please

by wry

riding home on my bicycle, i stop at a traffic light. "nice jacket!" someone yells to me from the sidewalk, in appreciation of my bright yellow/red/green early 90's-aesthetic winter coat. "thanks!" i yell back, happy that someone appreciates my fashion. "what's your name?" the jacket-complimenter asks me. i tell them my name. "are you a guy or a girl?" the next question fires immediately back.

the traffic light changes to green and i pedal along my way.

(scene change)

¿maric√≥n o lesbina?

antes.

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it's a drag themed party. in drag--no cover charge. logically, i would think that this means that i should camp it up and play a character that i am not in real life for the night. but gender comes in there too. which am i acting out tonight? i stare into the mirror at a loss of decision. is woman or man drag? how did i get here? when did i become neither and everything? what if i showed up as a pumpkin?

i decide not to dress-up for the party and go in my regular clothes. they don't ask me to pay the cover.

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i'm reading a Lynne Breedlove joke: Q: "how do you tell the trannies from the genderqueers?" A: "when you ask the trannies if they're a boy or a girl, they answer 'yes'; when you ask the genderqueers, they answer 'no'".

yes. wait, no. but yes. no--no. yes and no? yes.

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alone in my room. thinking comradery across the generations. older is riper. where are all the older genderqueers? why is everyone so young? and then it hit me like a brick to the head. is it possible to make it to 'older' as a genderqueer? how long until we choose? or implode? or run into the mountains to hide?

i see an older genderqueer on a bus in a city. they see me looking for something. we exchange smiles and eye contact. i can't contain myself and actually begin to cry.

it's all possible.

(scene change)

watching a one-act play of cross-dressing, boy-girl dildo mouth fucking, upside down, cross-overs, and loops of magic in the air--there is no separation between us. and when the crowd laughs, i settle deeper into my seat. mouth closed. watching myself on the stage.

(scene change)

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