Saturday, August 19, 2017
Two Hells
Hell couldn't find the discount card
from the drug company.
Drs Itzer and Mackey thought
they could get the number
from somewhere, but Dr Berliner
went all tight-ass about it.
Addressing her: "So typical zis person!"
Heloise informed him that she wasn't
ready yet to examine herself in the
third-person.
Three weeks after the operation,
there it was! Under frozen mixed
vegetables in the frig.
Phoned the office and--thousand
to one--reached Berliner directly.
Who proved warm! Ending with
"Just note, go some soft mit der
Basso-Profundo. Don't want
you scare folk!"
“If you tone down the comic German!”
Helmut laughed.
Labels: German, lost article, low voice, operation, sex change
Saturday, May 13, 2017
The Crazy Woman
-They're all going to work here!
-Me too.
-That's awful!
-Can be.
-I helped Loretta and
the children, but they
all forget!
-What can you do?
-Over there the TV came.
A man said he was a woman.
-Time marches on.
-Can you help? I...
-Gotta work.
-I helped Loretta and...
-Good for you and good for
everybody! But I gotta go to...
Labels: commute, crazy, homeless, insane, scattered, sex change, work
Monday, April 03, 2017
Della and Rack Consider a Film
-“NITWIT SWITCH, the sex romp to end all etc.”
-I like Doris Hadley.
-She can’t save it.
-Thin gruel anyway. A stupid woman
becomes a stupid man. Give me a break!
-The opposite plot being impossible.
-How’s that?
-Dodo as a lady? The softening and love
he learns in the process makes the usual
macho imbecility impossible.
-You said impossible twice!
-I’m a woman.
-How about inconceivable?
-Not after three babies!
-You’re...too quick for me, aren’t you?”
-Not too dead to notice? Look out you
don’t lose your male union card.
-Or union suit?
-Nice try!
Labels: back and forth, quick wit, repartee, sex change, sex difference, sex patterning, sex roles, wit
Wednesday, February 01, 2017
Two Knowing Each Other
-Those women become men? Do they
get big boners?
-Undoubtedly! You remember Lucy Double-M?
-She’s one?
-Out in middle front when she once just did top.
-Was a pulchritudinous female!
-No longer.
-That seems...a tragedy.
-Or something?
-Whatever. And what was THAT?
-A little pat on the ass.
-What FOR?
-To encouraged your knowledge, and so you’ll
love the fear of your proclivities.
-My girlfriend and I handle the later.
-You two give hetero a bad name.
-Hey! What can I say? We wax and wane.
-Christ! Does life hafta be this dull?
-Change things up, then, and become a lady!
-Not for me either.
-Maybe they give month trials.
-Keep talking. May be a fruitful experiment.
-You’re already half there. Do you read Male Vogue?
-There is no Male Vogue.
-Too bad!
Labels: friends, men, sex, sex change, sexuality, Vogue, women
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Obsession Adjusts,
In Short Order
After all these years, it gnawed: must see
Rosy again!
Finally I read of her marching off to war, so went
to the railroad station.
She had become Rock, but I still yearned.
Though mourning her lovely tits also.
Labels: obsession, sex change, war, what gets lost
Friday, May 01, 2015
Dialog By Northern Water
-You were giving me the history of the cannery.
-Not much left up there. When everything got
so fished out, Mom and Dad sold the prefab
buildings to the Japanese.
-So, just that warehouse thing remains.
-Yes, and in good shape. Last year the Norwegians
bought the machinery. That's my retirement, and
when Social Security kicks in, off to Florida...
well, one thing holds me here.
-Which is?
-Back up a bit to right after the Norwegians
loaded their trucks. I walked through the
hulk once a week, checking to see if any
critters broke in etc. All fine, except six
months ago?
-Momma and Papa Bear?
-A man.
-Squatter? Off with him!
-We looked at each other, and formed an
understanding. He'd watch out for things.
-Never spoke?
-Never. A rule.
-Well, how did he live? There's no electricity
or anything. How did he keep warm, cook?
-It gets good sun, and while not exactly cozy...
And he...carried in furniture from somewhere.
Maybe he’s a raw foodie, because he doesn't cook.
Hey! Now that we're the Oldy-Fishy-Villagey
with attendant crappy souvenirs, no shortage of
restaurants. He enjoys life. Seems to. Something...
familiar about him.
-There's still a...danger in...
-He's quite the neat one! I have a sense of security.
-You should talk to him, even charge a nominal
rent or something. Did you consult your lawyer?
-Stop it! Why monkey with simplicity? Besides,
WE have often talked, the two of us here present,
about charity: how we give to quake victims in
Indonesia or somewhere, but neglect wretches
close by? Well, I'm not neglecting this one.
-Charity begins in your warehouse?
-Why not? It’s pretty easy.
-One thought–-if you excuse the expression? With all your
cameras and darkroom here--and you're really a throwback...?
-I don't have a picture of him.
-I'd get one.
-But...I do of her.
-Her? WHO her?
-A couple of weeks ago, he became...
-You're pulling my leg now!
-Very attractive female clothes, and the little
place even more spruced up: curtains and
doilies.
-Maybe it's someone else.
-No, you can tell--even though I didn't get the best look.
It's the same person, but female.
-Is this the LAST bizarre twist in the story, or must
you sustain the Victorian crap even longer?
-Dr Jekyll and Mrs Hyde? That's rich! Anyway, I felt even
more secure with her up there. Women better at detail.
-I think it's sick, you think it's healthy!
-But, as you suggest, I do finally get a picture. Which...is here!
-So domestic! Frilly even!
-And...compare it to THIS old one.
-Oh no! Oh no! I don't need a ghost story too!
That’s where you’re going. I know you!
-My mother when she led the Women's Club.
-Identical! Jesus H. Christ on a bicycle!
-Yup. Mom "lives" up there now, having forced
out the other woman. She was always a strong
person, that's for sure.
-Have you...spoken...?
-Wouldn't dare! She was ever the intensely
private one in this house. She’ll pick the time.
-I'm shattered! Anything to drink, or have you
drained it all into your fevered imagination?
-No time! I can see Mom approaching through my
un-curtained window. You were always a favorite of
hers as a very little boy.
-If she comes in, I faint.
She did, and he did.
If this were Hitchcock, she’d prove an actress
from Central Casting, and he’d pay her off.
but Mother didn’t linger, given the situation.
She enters and sort of instantly leaves.
More or less departs permanently.
He eventually sells out to a toy distributor, and moves
to Cocoa Beach, on the border with Cape Canaveral.
Enjoys hearing the rockets go up.
Labels: Cape Canaveral, Cocoa Beach, fish, ghost, Mother, rocket, sex, sex change, squatter, touristy
Friday, June 07, 2013
Modern Auditors
-Who's speaking?
-Lester Benbaw 3rd.
-He fills the screen with dogmatic certainty.
-Yeah, but it's an old tape. He's had sex change.
Lilly Marlene now.
-From the song?
-Yes, and promises to be true.
-As a Republican, she'll hafta switch.
-Well, good at that.
-Who's speaking?
-Lester Benbaw 3rd.
-He fills the screen with dogmatic certainty.
-Yeah, but it's an old tape. He's had sex change.
Lilly Marlene now.
-From the song?
-Yes, and promises to be true.
-As a Republican, she'll hafta switch.
-Well, good at that.
Labels: Lily Marlene, political switch, politics, Republican, sex change
