I’m satisfied that I’ve done a better than adequate job of adjusting to a society that recognizes the value of individual liberty. We are fortunate in free democracies to enjoy the right to be as we wish and do as we please, as long as we leave others in peace. Recent decades have witnessed the growing acceptance of people who are gay or lesbian. Now, among the church ladies and knuckleheads in the U.S.A. there is a battle over where one can pee. I don’t mean against a tree or crouched by a car beside a highway, I mean men’s or ladies toilets.
We have to first understand how many genders we recognize in our society, now that we respect, to a degree, individual liberty. We have our basic heterosexual man and woman. We have our basic homosexual male, our lesbian female and the luckiest ones, the bisexuals. That comes to five, if we want to regard each as a gender. Now medical research can make a male body into a female, and a female body into a male.
The childish strife in the USA over which toilet who can use almost begs for dope-slaps. At any moment, a straight woman could be in a public washroom, lifting her skirt to straighten her pantyhose while a nearby woman, a lesbian, becomes aroused at the sight. If that lesbian had previously been a man, would the transgression be worse?
It should be obvious to the knuckleheads that if the person appears to be a woman, and appears to live as a woman, she’s a woman, damn it! Likewise, if it looks like a man and walks like a man and pees like a man… it’s a man.
I have had a gay man as a friend and a transsexual woman that had been a man. Both were nice, intelligent, talented people. He was a top fashion designer with known labels. He died from AIDS soon after I’d shared a final lunch of smoked meat sandwiches with him in the hospital. She was a gorgeous stripper, enjoying the ogling by the men who would never guess she had been male. She also was a superb seamstress and often made costumes for the other dancers.
I regarded them as friends, with never a thought about their sexual preferences. I don’t care to know how they make love, and I don’t care to have them know how I make love. There is a lot more to gay and lesbian life than sex. They are like any other couple or bachelor or single girl. They work, they shop, they drive, they pay bills, they read and everything else that we all do. There is no sense in focusing on their sexual preferences because no one but the participants will witness their lovemaking.