One of the most difficult things to bear while growing up is being constantly reminded that your parents did not have a lot time to think about precision while they were making you - i mean, they could have at least tried to make you nose a little bit tinier or your lips fuller or your skin whiter...but no...they can't do it and even if they could, they wouldn't have time to think about such things while being caught in the realm of ecstasy or problematizing how to get there...
okay moving on, we tried to forgive our parents and constantly reminded ourselves with the cliche, beauty is skin deep (shyt!) - even if we really did not and still do not believe such thing...we tried to do good in other stuffs and contented ourselves with what we have and of course tried to look at the mirror the least possible times - only when somebody comments how nice (only nice, never beautiful or pretty!) your hair looks like, or that your lips are red and so on and so forth...
well, you sometimes forget about that already and you get to love a normal life - especially now that you might be busy with your work, or that you already have a lot of money so you can do some of the alterations that you have always wanted or maybe you haven't been sober for a long time to actually contemplate how you look like...
and then here comes this picture and this story....
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It was one of those days in the office when life was monotonous and boring...then, my korean officemate showed me this picture and lo and behold, pregnant as i was, this person just stirred my consciousness off...
like, fuck, she's god damn pretty...
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then two of my male co-teachers joined us...and they had the same reaction...i even sent this to my boyfriend and he also found her beautiful...

then, my korean officemate poured cold water over us...
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in broken english, and a wide grin on her face, she said... "She transgender," and snickered.
and the word TRANSGENDER echoed again and again and again - TRANSGENDER, TRANSGENDER, TRANSGENDER...
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it gets you to think, what part of the likeness was she/he/it made of? and what part of the likeness was i?
bwahahahahahaha!
anyway, would you do her even if you know she's a man?
i would... (Snicker!)
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