Wednesday, April 25, 2018
Gone
Ruppy found little trace of her.
Twisted tubes of makeup here
and there, looking like a disgusted
painter had flung them.
He deduced that Nora had left.
And probably with a character
from her office she couldn’t
shut up about.
“Mr Jibber-Jabber,” pronounced
he into false twilight, birds bending
their flight down like a hinge.
Before he could go on the net to
explore a proper group for Males
Unaware, Friend One bursts in.
“Change nothing! You’ll just meet
another dissatisfied woman. God
himself has given up this city!”
“I must do something!"
“So turn into a parody? The girls
have cornered the market.
Latest is their acquiring lips
like Ubangis! OH? It can laugh.
Heart smashed to shit and it can
still laugh!”
“Stick a fork in me, I’m done!”
“Look at that light. It has turned gold!
And what are the birds doing?”
“Gliding.”
“Bingo!”
Labels: abandoned, group therapy, Nature, quiet, voluble
Wednesday, April 11, 2018
Conversant with Conversion
When Beatz became Brick, he narrowed
her wide slate of complaints to the New
York Yankees and “fairies.”
The hormones had already somewhat
kicked in before the operation.
Deeper voice and scratchier beard.
All the usual gang proved supportive,
but wary of the macho bit criticising gays.
Which he toned way down, and pretty
much majored in baseball. He certainly
knew the Yankees had hit a fallow period,
and now steeped himself in their glorious
history!
His group at Morningside Clinic continued
to help with the homophobia.
He had to, of course, go back into his
previous life as a woman.
All the while, he felt pressure from the
gang to start dating.
Had a Dorine-X Robot programmed
as his old female persona and took her
out as a trial.
She being such a flower person, the
first dates consisted mostly in strolling
through public gardens.
Delightful! Until conversation got
into gear.
Argument actually.
Finally, Brick exploded “I love you Beatz,
but you’re such a pussy!”
She sarcastically cooed, “Way down
deep you’re superficial, Brick!”
He countered with a mantra: “Ruth, Gehrig,
Mantle, Maris!”
Later, Dr Aus, group facilitator, laughed,
felt it impossible for any individual to be
deep in both sexes.
The next day Brick traded her in for
a Harley.
And yes, that’s Sexy Rita you’ll see
hugging him thereupon.
Labels: friends, group, group therapy, hormones, man, sex, sex operation.sex switch, Woman
