Such hoopla

Pretty Lady might as well confess up-front that she is extremely bigoted, regarding transgendered individuals. She has lived for an extended length of time in the Bay Area; she has been emotionally close to a large number of Persons on the Fringe. She has, personally, known and worked with an individual who posed for a hermaphroditic version of the Maja Nuda. She has attended Underground Readings. She has purchased the published works of the readers.

And Pretty Lady's considered, experiential, overtly biassed opinion is this: that transgendered persons are abnormally literarily gifted. It is simply Not Fair, and should be stopped.

For how else, darlings, could Kate Bornstein have moved her to tears, laughter, and a standing ovation, at Project Artaud of all places, known for its tiresomely ponderous, unresolved, sloppy and self-righteous presentations? Why else would she have considered bestowing a copy of Charlie Anders' novel, 'Choir Boy,' upon her Anglican chorista mother, despite the fact that the contents of said novel might, in a strictly narrative sense, not have been deemed appropriate for intergenerational conversation?

And why else would Little Light now be on the receiving end of hysterical, unfounded, ignorant claims of plagiarism, for a mere blog post, if said blog post were not so abnormally powerful in its rhetoric, so far-reaching in its influence, that it aroused the demons of vicious envy in less-gifted feminine bosoms?

Hmph. And they say that patriarchy is oppressive. Pretty Lady has now decided that she by far prefers the crude, blundering oppression of relatively straightforward male minds, to the many-tentacled, histrionic, irrational destructiveness of the envious female contingent. But perhaps she is merely feeling miffed that her comment did not pass through the filter over at Harpy Central. Pretty Lady, sadly, is not immune to acerbic personal pot-shots, particularly when she's PMSing.

Pretty Lady's further opinions on the whole overblown transgender thing can be summed up in a comment she had with a Registered Nurse, long ago in San Francisco. That wise and experienced lady remarked, laconically, "Well, it must be very compelling."

Ah. Indeed. Obvious, when you think about it.

For Pretty Lady recalls, as a young girl, being exquisitely, deeply pleased and contented with her Girl nature. She veritably revelled in it. She was not enormously repulsed by boy nature, naturally, but she regarded the boys with gentle pity, as having ended up with by far the short end of the stick, physical nature-wise.

Pretty Lady still feels this way. She would not change genders for anything. She is thrilled to be a Lady, and joyfully shoulders all the perceived burdens attendant thereof.

Thus, her psychological nature being At One with her physical nature, Pretty Lady considers herself inordinately blessed. She cannot imagine the state of being mentally at war with one's own corpus; this situation strikes her as being a recipe for extreme distress of all kinds. Not to mention the added burden of being the natural target of jealous harpies.

So perhaps the mind-bogglingly huge literary gifts attendant upon this situation is merely God's way of compensation. More, she is not qualified to say.