Come on. Be honest with yourself. Think very hard and truthfully about
this question . Did you ever think that you were a man/ woman / dog/
cat/ dolphin trapped in a man/woman/dog/ dolphin's body? But the
mountain of paper work involved in getting a sex-change was just too
daunting to contemplate. I have! And I know if you're truthful with
yourself, you'd say the same thing.
I can put up with the humiliation of explaining to my Mother that maybe
her being the strong parent didn't work out so good. I can put up with
having my testicles chopped off and my penis turned into a vagina but I
cannot deal with the Government bureaucracy involved in becoming a lady
instead of a lad.
Think about it for a moment. There must be a form for having your
testicles removed. As if re-arranging my testicles as though they were a flower arrangement weren't bad enough !
Then my Birth cert would have to be changed; also requiring the necessary government form ac/127#***4... filled in , in triplicate. Said form would have to be sent to the butcher who did the surgery, the Province or State I am now residing, and to the federal government would need to
know.
Taxes too would be complicated. Hmmm, I wonder whether that operation ,
which wasn't covered by MSI or Government insurance, would be taxable...
Mental note to self, do not forget to get an official receipt...
Nah, I'd rather keep my balls , and forget my transgender issues until I
can afford a good lawyer!
Mind you, it does give the concept of Organ Donor-ship a whole new meaning on your Driver's licence.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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