Thanks, Yahoo news, for clearing that up.
Last night I dreamed that Jim had cast me as the lead male role in Footloose and I had to go through all the pains of being transgendered. Afraid of abandonment, afraid to tell my family and friends, afraid for the future, afraid of what people would think of me...I woke up feeling guilty because of the way I treated the one transgendered person in my life. I was pretty hostile and denied it for as long as I could. I didn't like the girl he'd become. She was too confident; too comfortable. I missed the shy, fidgety old man who crossed his legs tightly and spoke as quietly and gently as possible. I wondered about his wife and kids. I wondered why he would put himself in such a compromising position. I guess I'd never really thought about the suffering of living your life in the wrong body, or the struggle of working to change that. It would take a lot of courage to do what he did, and I feel guilty for not acknowledging that.
In other news, the final scene of yesterday's ER sucked beyond belief. For the few noble souls who don't watch ER, let me transcribe it as best as my addled memory allows:
Dr. Morris is standing outside in a santa suit berating himself for not "fondling" the girl of his dreams.
Morris: ...THERE IS NO FRIGGIN' SANTA CLAUS!!!
Suddenly the faint sound of sleighbells permeates the air. A "ho ho ho" sounds in the distance. Dr. Morris turns around and looks up with an expression of childlike awe and wonder. The show ends. I drink a gallon of bleach.
I never really felt safe saying it before, but I think ER is losing what it once had.
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4 comments:
Seriously, your blog is the best thing ever. Thanks for making my day more exciting!
Mouse
Thats bad.. even for ER.
Kylian
Hey. ER has sucked this season. tis so sad. they need to torture people twice as much to get half the reaction. like "lets' almost kill abby's baby" or "let's rape sam". i really haven't been watching it.
hey, i had a cool dream. i dreamt i was using heroin. and i totally knew how to do everything, and i was so suave with it, but i had, like, 5 times the amount of equipment i needed and i wasn't actually sure it was heroin. i don't think i ever got to the injecting myself, cause i kept fumbling around. and then i woke up, went back to sleep, and this time i shot up at least three times in the same amount of minutes, but nothing ever happened. i think i'll copy this and use it in my blog. or some of it, anyway.
and i used to not get transgendered people, and i guess i still don't get their motivations, but i don't get squicked out by them anymore.
Nomad, that incident was so very long ago, you were young. You don't have to feel bad about it now. You felt confused (perhaps betrayed?) because of a person changing genders which is a byproduct of our crazy society that continues to be so hung up on people's bodies that it can't recognise a struggling soul when it sees one. Now you're able to see the issue for what it really is, so I say you needn't feel guilty. You're a good person.
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