I was moving a bunch of stuff into a friend’s place, maybe my mom’s… A strange-looking, very tall woman arrived at the door, dressed in black.
My mom was expecting some computer parts she bought on back-order, and this was the person coming to install them. The computer itself was something like an old Mac SE. I looked at the delivery/installation person, and it was Alan P from Casa Zimbabwe!
Wow Alan, I say, are you dressing in drag now? He’s wearing what looks to be those traditional black robes girls wear in Iran. I blame the recent release of Perseopolis…
Alan looks sternly at me and says, it’s not really drag. So I ask him what that means, and he looks at me meaningfully. He then gives me a lecture on all the new words there are for “transgendered people” and “fractally-gendered” people, and how I should be more sensitive… when no one is looking he shows me that his penis has been cut off.
Then Alan mentions he had to do it himself in a ritual surrounded by his family. He also show how his “breasts” are actually flaps of skin folded over into triangles, like little hammentaschen… fastened with safety pins, because in his new super-orthodox religion, they don’t believe in surgery or anesthetic or seemingly sutures.