I feel your pain, brother. The Hell of Being Born Trans Class
Imagine….well there’s really no point because you can’t bloody imagine. Unlike me – unless of course you are a fellow Trans Class victim – you won’t have sufficient intellectual refinement or imagination to imagine, because your proletarian brain won’t let you.
So since you lack the inability to imagine, I’ll just have to tell you.
I was born an 18th century Duke with a vast estate, a stable of two dozen hunters, a bevy of mistresses, a summer “nooky house”, more estates in the West Indies (where I can assure you that the workers are all very happy with their lot and address me cheerfully as “Massa Duke, Sir”), a beautiful if slightly remote wife who is related to the King, lots of paintings (especially of me) by Gainsborough and Reynolds, yet I am trapped in the body of a middle-class, middle-aged journalist in ugly, pointless, 21st century Britain.
And it is HELL, I tell you, hell.
Something must be done.
H/T to JDZ
I feel his pain.
That’s a well written parody,humorous and applies to many recent “comings out” (is that a thing?),but the real question I want to ask is,has everybody gone fucking nuts?
billf: I think so. But as long as the public emphasis is on people’s personal angst we are distracted from and don’t deal with our loss of personal freedom and rights or the fact that by every accounting standard I know, this country is and has been for some time bankrupt and we are owned by the Chinese.
Well…..
I wasn’t born this way, but I have managed to build some those trappings.
I have a nice home. I have a cat and a mutt I could call hunters……..well, the cat. 11 cows, 1 young bull and two…count ’em, two water buffalo.
I have lots of paintings(one of me….and a bunch of big boobed women) painted by Buck the First.
I have a little rv/trailer park in California near(more or less) something famous.
I built a compound in Philippines with my beautiful but angry(most of the time at me) wife whom is related to Fred of Sta. Cristina.
I own farms where they call me “Cuya Buck” to my face and “That Fucking American” when I’m not there.
Next I am building an apartment building there so I can be an international land baron/slumlord…..
Still haven’t swung that “mistress” thing, but I do have a puppy named Buford who keeps watch over the chickens for me in my absence. I suspect the puppy is much less bother than even one mistress, much less a whole bevy.
I’ve met your wife, Buck. Those ladies get stabby moods. You probly ought to give that ‘mistress’ thing a miss.
I watched her older sister chase a fairly ornery man down the street with a knife. He was running for all he was worth. So I’ll keep your advise close at hand; it’s best not to test these things.