Friday, 14 October 2011

Influences

A man woke up one morning. Feeling like a ray of sunshine he decided that today is going to be a great day. He dressed himself in exotic clothes and put some colour on his face. This long process, yet worth while one, was completed by the final touch of a plain red bindi that is placed between his brows. He looks in the mirror and for the first time in a very long time he feels very good about himself.. After the ritual of change, this sacred one that every caterpillar also experiences, he goes to turn the kettle on so that he can make coffee for himself and his boyfriend before they leave on their journey.

His boyfriend looks at him, mouth drops open “you look so sexy” he says. Blushing the young man says “Thank you” and he feels that today is going to be a great day. Even his boyfriend noticed he looks good and complimented him, how can this day not be great.

Everywhere they go people compliment him, men whistle and in general people are extremely kind to him.  Doors gets opened, people give way and everyone is flirting with him. Yes today is going to be a great day. His boyfriend can’t keep his eyes or hands off of him. He feels like he is the envy of every man and woman, they either want him or want to be with him.

And then it gets to the point in the story where his boyfriend tells him that he has to use the bathroom. He himself feels the need for a bathroom but has issues with public bathrooms. So happy that the boyfriend will go and explore this unknown territory first to report back he quietly sits on the bench and waits. A few minutes later the boyfriend returns and gives the ok that he himself can now go to relieve his bladder. Again, very aware that people are looking at him with lusty eyes he struts to the bathroom.

As he is about to walk in, the cleaner, an aged African woman, tells him that he is not allowed to enter the room. He asks her why.
“Because that is the gents” she says and points to her other side and says “The ladies is that way” He looks at her knowing that people often call him lady or ma’am or girl. He tells her that he is most definitely in the right place. She looks at him for a long moment in silence and disbelief and then asks “So what are you a man?” And again being used to this kind of treatment he says that he actually is yes. Up until now everything was still fine, but then she asked the next question

“So then why are you fat?”

Silence. You can hear a penny drop. The need to visit the bathroom is gone and it seems like all the preparation for the day has been an utter waste.

Today is going to be a horrible day.

How easily we are brought down in one quick sweep.

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