And this, this, this, and this is the Princes Brandy Alexander:
It’s because we’re so trapped in our culture, in the being of being human on this planet with the brains we have, and the same two arms and two legs everybody has. We’re so trapped that any way we could imagine to escape would be just another part of the trap. Anything we want, we’re trained to want.
“My first idea was to have one arm and one leg amputated, the left ones, or the right ones,” she looks at me and shrugs, “but no surgeon would agree to help me.” She says, “I considered AIDS, for the experience, but then everybody had AIDS and it looked so mainstream and trendy.”
“Then I thought, a sex change,” she says, “It wasn’t. It was just the biggest mistake I could make. The biggest challenge I could give myself.” Brandy snaps the heel off her one good shoe, leaving her feet in two ugly flats. She says, “You have to jump into disaster with both feet.”
She throws the broken heels into the bathroom trash.”I’m not straight, and I’m not gay,” she says. “I’m not bisexual. I want out of the labels. I don’t want my whole life crammed into a single fucking word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable, some place to be that’s not on the map. A real adventure.”
A sphinx. A mystery. A blank. Unknown. Undefined.
Unknowable. Indefinable. Those were all the words Brandy
used to describe me in my veils. Not just a story that goes and then, and then, and then, and then until you die.
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