Categories: Ramblings

Monday night, I decided to switch to CVM TV. No reason, just wanted to see some local TV. “Our Voices” was going on. The ladies there were interviewing a woman. Big girl, skimpily dressed, suggesting that she was a stripper or a prostitute. She was attractive, but there was something about her that didn’t seem quite right. Later on in the interview, I found out. She (or rather he) was a transsexual. Aaah! Needless to say I was surprised, and disgusted. I wasn’t lusting after her, but I was admiring her. Now I know what that guy in The Crying Game must’ve felt like. I had no idea there were transsexuals in Jamaica. Guess I have to start keeping my eyes peeled. “She” revealed that she didn’t go the full 100 and chop off her bits and pieces, a horrible surprise for any guy who would dare to venture there. I switched the channel, as Star Trek was about to start.

So traumatized was I by this experience that I just had to post about it. Transsexuals scare me, I’m not gonna lie. It’s that whole uncertainty factor. Like Forrest Gump said, “Trannies are like a box o’ chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.” Or something to that effect. And they always use the excuse that “God made a mistake.” Listen you, God is perfect. He’s incapable of making mistakes. If you actually paid attention in Sunday School instead of wearing your mom’s dresses when she was away you’d know that. I’m still puzzled as to what kind of bizarre childhood one would have to lead them to change their gender. Maybe they were closer to the opposite sex. No matter what the reason, or how they may try to justify it, or glamourize it, to me, it’s just plain creepy.