>Am I a male? Of course I am. I'm six feet tall, almost 200 pounds, with
>the muscles that come from being a construction worker, with a voice
>that can go down to D below the bass clef, and when talking hangs around
>on the bottom of it. When I get pissed, the testosterone definitely
>shows. The genes left alone on the Y chromosome produced a lot of
>prominent things on me. There is absolutely no way I could ever get up
>in full drag and pass, so I don't even try. A blind man would read me
>just hearing the way I walk and breathe. People still call me "Sir"
>whenever I am in a skirt, and they still would even if I were in
>Princess Diana's wedding dress.
>Do I have all those other soldierly virtues associated with being a
>male? The available evidence indicates that I've got enough to get
>along. I've survived for fifty years finding out which of them are the
>ones I really want to use. I got thru the Navy. I've survived as a
>tramp. I can lift anything anyone else can on the construction site, and
>keep on doing it for as long. I watched all those other people going
>crazy in the jail, and noticed that I wasn't. You don't have to be like
>Arnold Schwartzenegger playing Clint Eastwood to do all that - and I
>wasn't and I did.
>Does that mean I can't do things that are done more often by females. Of
>course it doesn't. A man ain't supposed to wear a skirt in America, but
>one could in Scotland, Ireland, Greece, Burma, Fiji... In ancient Rome,
>no gentleman would wear trousers - only barbarians wore those - and
>their army conquered the world in skirts about three inches above the
>knee. Now people who defied the gender paradigm with their long hair in
>the '60's are trying to revive it again with their earring wearing sons.
>And same with lots of other things. In my high school days, no girl
>would even think of playing trombone or tuba, and a dude playing flute
>got razzed - now that's all disappeared. You say you're a nurse? Men
>weren't that when I was a kid. Who's to say what's male or female?
>Do I lose my maleness if I take on womanly things? Of course I don't. My
>balls remain attached throughout the time I'm with them, and are still
>there when I put them aside. I can still rush to my maleness if an
>emergency demands it, and recall all my powers after leaving them. I can
>play the flute and dance in a dress, then get in a shanti-sena movie
>while digging a shitter, then do some cooking in a kitchen. It's a
>better ride when you can sit on either side, and I can't see turning my
>pecker into a seat belt. Am I a better male after having taken them on?
>I think so, for I have more knowledge, which gives me more power - which
>makes both men and women better. I can never totally stop being a male,
>but I don't really have to stop, either.
>Lucipher, I've been a male long enough to know it - but I observe your
>behavior and wonder if you have, too. The more anybody parades their
>pride about having anything, the more I know they don't have it - and
>the more I know they know it, too. You act like you're afraid to be the
>least bit female. You sure want to run up against a wall to get away
>from the other one.
>'Jue la chin-GA, vato! I wonder if you need radical therapy - like doing
>something from Swan Lake in a pink tutu in Main Circle. You'd have some
>bedraggled road dog shake your hand at the end and tell you that was
>GREAT, and you'd be in a new zone. Yes, go to Faerie Camp, get away from
>those broads that you think you have to be so opposite from! Find out
>how to really take matters into your own hands. Be creative, and
>ENJOY...
>- Butterfly Bill
Dang, Butterfly Bill,
I just have to tell you that I adoooooorrrrrre you! !
Spring
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