Alien Landscape

Sand and the transvestite mommy.

i was reading when an adorable little boy with brown curls and skin the colour of beach sand edged from his seat then looked at me with a dazzling, soft little boy smile. still lost in the magic that is Patrick O'Leary, all i could afford was a small smile which seemed to delight him. he started singing and screaming and something in between. then, i heard his mommy berate him with an unusually deep voice for normal mommies.

that was when i realised little Sand's mommy is a transvestite. he was tall with stiff, shoulder length, dyed hair, malay-brown skin and small but noticeable breasts.

as we were getting off, little Sand waved at me from his mommy's shoulder. i waved and winked in return. that was when i noticed everyone was staring fixedly. it wasn't surprising; it is basic human curiosity in the face of such an abnormal outcome of self insecurity.
but i felt very protective of the boy. i could not help but feel anger as i looked upon yellow and brown faces as they stared in open disgust at the boy and his parent. what sin has the boy committed to earn such stares? why did they not smile as the boy gleefully laughed and sang at them? they merely stared with stupid scared looks. laughter proved to be immune to ears stuffed with misplaced prejudice and ignorance.
i disapprove of transvestites, yes. but i disapprove more of the insensitivity and heartlessness of society when they judge a young laughing boy for what his mother is.

this happened yesterday.
i might have written a much better entry if i recorded this immediately after it happened. feelings are so much harder to hold on to than thoughts.

what scares me more than homosexuality, is how i understand their attraction. in the part of women of course. gay men are beyond my understanding or desire for any closure for understanding.
Posted by NHJ 8/13/2005 10:52:00 pm

Saturday, August 13, 2005