Did I cross the line? But of course. I’m still processing my feelings on pushing this particular boundary.
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- trixie
- My birth certificate attests to my debut on a Saturday in the middle of May, 1977. You can thus deduce that I am a bullish Taurean, that I was born in the Chinese year of the Snake, that my Burmese animal is the Dragon. This means that I am wont to bellow, hiss, and breathe fire, to stampede, slither and fly. Because my birth certificate was stamped by a bureaucrat in service to Her Majesty’s Government, I am a citizen of the United Kingdom. Because both of my parents were practicing Australians, I am also a citizen of Australia. I have thus two passports both of which inexplicably contain photographs of some random grumpy refugee from an eighties hair band. This means that I am constitutionally duplicitous: I can change my mode from imperial to colonial at will; I can embody, at turns, Old World Charm and New World Pizzazz; I can personify the staid and stagnant as readily as the arriviste and anxious. I do not hold, nor have I ever held, a driver’s licence, a boat licence, a gun licence, a forklift ticket or a motorcycle licence. This means that I have never, ever had to moderate my alcohol consumption for fear that I might have to operate heavy or dangerous machinery.
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Hmm. Surely your feelings would depend on the, um, attributes of the male you got to feel.
So: appreciative? astonished? appalled, perhaps.
Was there a line-up of 'em? Did you get to choose?
Karen
there were a whole lot of burly workmen nearby but i wasn't quick or game enough to photograph them.
on the way to the station, i saw a stencilled invitation to cross the line to feel female. good ol' egalitarian vienna.
But in truth, what an intriguing possibility, to feel male. I'm certain it would render me blind to dust wombats under the furniture.
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