Michael Mulcahy has always maintained that there is something strange in the water in Arlington, Texas. Whatever it is, I grew up drinking it, and so did all my friends. Mike said that this is why we were all so fucked up. I thought this joke was pretty funny until this week, when I got a call from my friend Katy Chen while I was shopping at Kroger. She caught me buying paper towels, and asked me if I remembered a fella who was on our debate team way back when we were sophomores at Lamar High School. Sure, I kinda remembered him. Well, Katy had been checking out reunion.com and found something strange. Under his name was not just his name, but a girl's name too. Turns out that he is a woman now.
Resolved: that there was a tranny on my debate team in high school.
Now here is the question: say you see a picture of an old friend, then next to that picture there is the same person, but a different gender. What does this really tell you? Did this dood have a sex change? Is he taking hormones? Or is he just dressing up in women's clothes like so many other people I know? All I have to say is that it takes cujones of steel to have a sex change. Or even just committing to that whole process. And it takes cujones of fucking granite to put that shit up on your high school website and invite comments.
I've been looking for this person all week. I think she deserves a cocktail. Or two. Not to metion that I'd love to hear the whole transformation story. And I think Michael Mulcahy deserves an apology. Sorry Mike, you were right about all of us. Every last one of us, from our cross-dressing, to midnight tap dancing, dropping acid at the Pitt Grill, or admitting that we have seen more than one Jethro Tull concert, we've all been fucked from the start.
Friday, June 09, 2006
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