transexuality pt.2

the grand transexual - an introduction of sorts

-oh the grand transexual? is it a poem that you've written?
-no, no, you mistaken me with Ivan of The Brothers Karamazov. I have no literary ambition.
I am a simple portrayer, a humble but ardent worker faithful to the intricate realities
embedded in our world. anyway, it is certainly not a poem, although that would be quite wonderful, i am not, i think, up to the task. instead i have devised a certain drama, centred around our main protagonist, the transsexual. His is an ambitious soul, lusting not just for hormonal release but also for knowledge. Alas, dark, and sinister is the well of knowledge of this weary world. Weary because it has been torn down with each segment come to consciousness, it builds up again and again only to be shredded by the ones it loves. the tears are welling up once again in its dried eye sockets, but this time for our unhappy, unfulfilled transsexual...

it was with exact tenderness that his parents had brought him up. he was their only child,
and the hurl towards his future had been careful, loving, with no artificiality.
A liberal education he received, and a healthy constitution he had, a good natural dose of humor too must be included in the list. With bright unmoody eyes he contemplated his future, knowing no fear, his youth crushing the cuccoon of regret. his remarkable naturalness had been observed in his neighborhood as well. with the children he grew up to be good friends, and his good temper was overcoming the effects of pride. fights were to be had of course and not infrequently but reconciliations were always the greater.. for both sides.

you know how it is with tragedies. one instills a certain flaw in a character, which leads him/her to downfall. pushkin the young genius observed it well when he claimed the flaw of Othello to be the exact opposite of what people think: it is exactly his extreme trust in his wife that leads to his downfall. so perhaps I should include a certain ambition in our transexual. And a moment ago I said "his is an ambitious soul", maybe that will lead him to darkness and to despair?
i really don't know, sometimes a character is just too darn stubborn, and independent, even "objective", resisting the author's futile attempts. yet i think i know how to use this character to my advantage, his stubbornness can indeed be the very pivot of my machinations.

Let it be said of him, then, that he was, like Othello, a man too straight for his own good. So normal, hormonalwise, that he couldn't stand his supposed triviality.

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