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| He'll be a woman soon. See those pointy things? |
I knew a guy once who changed his gender. When I met him, I thought he was a pretty nice guy and struck up a bit of a friendship – uh, acquaintance - with him; you know – man conversation when we ran into each other, that kind of thing. We never actually hung out or chilled together. He even had a girlfriend and they appeared to be all smarmy in love and everything. At least I thought so. I thought they were a cute couple.
Then one day it appeared to me this guy was wearing his hair longer and was sporting a little lip rouge under his moustache. H-m-m, maybe that was just something his girlfriend goaded him to do? We guys do stupid things for our girlfriends sometimes, you know?
Eventually though, the girlfriend disappeared. One day I addressed my acquaintance by his given male name and he informed me he was now going by a woman’s name and told me he was having a sex-change operation. OMG! To say I was flabbergasted would be a gross understatement of the facts. To quote a General of the Army when he was told on an episode of M.A.S.H. that Radar O’Riley had been promoted to corporal captain, “I don’t like it. No sir. I don’t like it one bit!” So fry me in oil already. I have my prejudices and I’m comfortable with them.
I don’t know, I think the best solution to men wanting to be women and women and wanting to be men and yada, yada, yada, is to just have ‘em all neutered like Sam. He doesn’t seem to have an ounce of angst about his gender identity. I know I’d feel more comfortable around someone who had been neutered. Some guy changes his sex and tries to get frisky with me is gonna’ get his/her self bitch-slapped into the next world.
Either that or I’ll have Sam bark at him real loud.

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