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yesterday nims & i went to see "a mighty wind," the new christopher guest movie. i would like to tell you that at the end, one of the characters comes out as a transwoman & apparently we are supposed to think it's hilarious or whatever. it's the last scene, the last "laugh." it was opening weekend so the theatre was sold out & i just slid down in my seat while the audience roared during the last few minutes. what the fuck?! people are an ass.

(even without that to ruin it for me, i didn't think the movie was very good. "best in show" was ten million times more clever. the only good part was catherine o'hara, who i swear is a fucking genius of subtlety. thus ends my review.)

also yesterday, while waiting for the bus, i got hit on by three pre-teen girls. yep. i got the flirty eyes & the sing-song "hiiiiiii." lawd.

today: goverment-issued identity documents can fuck off.

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My favorite trans story:

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A friend of mine, just starting to pass as a guy after years as a socialist-feminist leather dyke, was at some truck stop on I5 down near Bakersfield. He put a buck in that machine with the mechanical claw that you try to get teddy bears and the like out of. He sucked; he got nothing.

Instantly, however, three teen-age girls come up all giggly and trying to get him to operate the machine for them, to get them a little stuffed duck, whatever. He's like, "What the fuck? Didn't they just watch me fuck up?" And, socialist-feminist that he is, he's all trying to empower them: "No, no, you can do this! It's no harder for you than it is for me!" They're simpering and trying to get him to put his hands on theirs as they move the controls. He's half loving the total passing, half freaking out at the secret ways straight women behave with men. And still sucking at getting the stuffed duck.

Oh you boys.