Hey Bub, let me see your ID
Show me your Papers
Mr. Snyder, do you give us permission to talk to your Wife?
Ms. Wainwright, do you give us permission to speak to your Husband?
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C was busy, in the middle of something.
I think we might have been trying to work out some detail with an insurance company.
Or maybe we were going to battle with a bank.
It was some institution, some place high and mighty…
I was (for a moment) motivated and so (because, strike when fire is hot) I dove into the deep end of the pool. I led the charge.
On your mark - get set - GO.
Unleash the hounds.
And rather than going through the - do we have permission to talk with your husband game. I made a game time (split) decision.
I chose to go - around, rather than over, or under, or through.
I decided to play a part.
Bad Actor.
Voice work.
I did my best, I did my best - bad acting.
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Not underwear, clothing, makeup. Nothing too crazy or extreme.
I did a voice. A lame voice.
I put on mental makeup. A mental wig and a (in my mind) dress
- a nice classy one (of course).
Nothing slutty.
I did a girl's voice.
A little higher pitch. A little extra - sugar. “Hey Sugar.”
Pretty, I did a “I feel pretty” voice.
I played a voice game. Voice work. An act.
Acting… bad acting. A bad act.
(I’m a bad, bad girl.)
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For a moment - and (for) good cause - - - I went all Trans, Tranny.
Give Me a Bud Light, won’t ya - big boy.
For a moment - I became - - - my Wife.
For a moment - and a good cause - I became - Ms Christine.
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(Please - don’t hate me.)
Thinking back, and C was there, in ear shot, all she could do (all we could do) - to not laugh…
Thinking back, remembering, as best I recall,
I don’t think that the Automaton (live service person) on the other end of the line - bought,
I do not think that the person, the customer (dis)service person, sitting in some cubicle, God knows where,
I don’t think that this telephone person - was buying - I don’t believe that they bought - what I was selling.
I think that the customer (dis)service person - on the other end of the line,
I think that they knew - that they were talking to
- a husband
- pretending to be
- a wife.
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But, God Bless them - God Bless us everyone - He/She - They/Them, It/That, Up/Down -
- - that service person, located somewhere out there, somewhere in Timbuktu,
they played the game… They played along.
We all got into my Land of Make Believe, my Magic Kingdome (Freudian misspelling(?), I like it. I’ll keep it),
my (bad) Actors Workshop,
my Take a Walk on the Wild Side (“and then He was a She” - it’s a song lyric),
my Old College Try,
buckle up boy - and do what a mans got to do.
“Man Up” - Girl
For a moment, I “manned up”. For a moment, I ID-ed girl,
I identified women - strong women - XX, no more X with a Y.
I identified - great looking woman - best ever woman - Wife. Too good for me. Above my grade.
I identified wife. My Wife.
For a moment, He was a She. I dove in. I dove in deep.
I went swimming - in the deep end of the (gene) pool.
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The Representative on the other end of the (shell a phone) line, they played along. We all pretended and together, we did what needed to be done.
Together, in play (along) land, we got something done, together - an accomplishment. A score. A win.
An insurance claim - paid.
An I, dotted. A T, crossed. A box - checked.
For a moment… everyone happy.
Happy, happy…
Joy, joy…
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Identity?
Who, who are you?
Be ALL you can be?
I say “NO” fellah.
Just say “NO”. (No, nope. - - - Scratch that.)
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Do a little dance.
Put on a wig and some makeup.
Be who YOU HAVE to be.
(Put that in your pipe and smoke it.)
Just get the job done.
Boy / Girl. He/She. Him/Her. It/That. Cat/Dog.
Ruff…
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Photograph:
It’s Fall 1982.
Place? College.
An off-campus, college party. An unsanctioned activity.
A Genie, a normal Guy, a Love Bug and… a Playboy Bunny (that’s me)
(oh yeah, and behind us - a Lumberjack)
That’s my Fraternity.
That’s right folks, boys and girls together - in - a - fraternity.
You heard it right.
Those are my Brothers (boys and girls - Brothers). My Peeps, my Friends,
Family
That’s us, long time ago.
My girls, they were hanging a little low,
But hey, when you got Friends,
Boys, girls - - - Brothers
A girl does, what a girls gotta do.
So I have experience. Boy - girl. Walking on the wild side.
With my Friends. Boys and girls. Brothers.
(Oh Brother)
Oh, brother :) ... and sister ... and 'git-er-done'.
C-O-L-A