Make A List

My mother wants me to get my act together. You know, finances and a cute part-time job.

I tried to get through. “The week before you came home, I found it useful to sleep on the floor to get my focus back. You know, monastic.”

She twisted her eyes. How weird I am.

“Just make a list,” she told me, “with the pros and cons.”

I chuckled a bit. Any reader of this blog knows that my problem isn’t that I don’t consider my options.

My problem is, as I told her, getting something done without stirring up too much shit. Heck, my sister is into me being silent about the speeding ticket; best not to stir the shit.

This leaves me quite divided, and my parents quite ignorant; through their own choice, of course. My mother says that as she sits in her recliner, she realizes she hasn’t done much to succeed.

“Well, time to change!” I said. That snarky look again.

“The problem is that your mother told you you were nothing but a failure, and you decided to believe her.”

“Maybe that’s true,” she replied, “but it’s too late.”

Is it too late to believe your kid isn’t really a loser, even if you think that you are?

I don’t know. I’ll just make a list.

And hit myself in the head.

Transsexual Woman

It was a normal office visit for TBB.

While taking her history, the nurse inquired if she might be pregnant.

After testing her color blindness, the doctor explained that 9% of men have this defect.

He did look a bit abashed after he said it, realizing a bit of a faux pas.

Just a normal set of incidents in the life of a transsexual woman.

You know, like the fella who bought her drinks for a couple of nights, and after she finally sucked his cock, he wanted to suck hers.  ‘Course, much of hers is in a medical waste dump in Utah, so he was rather disappointed, presumably after enjoying loads of she-male porn; lots of men just can’t understand why anyone would get rid of something so wonderful as a penis.

TBB, well, she got to be incensed and to cut him dead.  That was good for her, and not a way to treat men that she got to try out when she was in school.   She felt empowered and others affirmed her value of herself.

We live on the cusp, and out there it’s often precarious.

Or, thanks to the unconsidered preconceptions of others, it’s just weird.