"We do as we please from morning til the end of the day" Ray Davies
Hail Protean players. Secret life livers, and Second Life subscribers, the negotiators of dual existences, trilifes, and quadentities. Fashion the meat puppet as required, and program the mind puppet accordingly.
Overturn the monolith of the monolife monotony.
Ah didn't that feel better.
In the hindu mythology there are the rakshasa's, the kAmarupas who can assume any form, like Odo in Deep Space Nine, only not so pleasant as they are fond of devouring humans, and acquire all the bad press that seems to accompany this culinary choice. Calumny I swear. Merely the normal preference of higher life forms for lower. Burger anyone?
But really my point is that we live under conditions of identity, and self fulfillment. Did someone say "Be all you can be?" And what would that be? Well let's check out match.com. "I am a male of a certain age. I am a corporate professional, I dress nice. My interests are swatting flies, flying planes, planing boards etc. " So unremarkable as to elude remark. What is simpler. We are, and therefore we are someone and someone is male of a certain age. etc. etc. We aspire to identities, and cling to them from childhood to senescence, awaiting their rapture or ruin finally.
Then the late model tranny is a male who comes to realize his female gender identity... out with the old and in with the new. But then the how do you deal with all those who were fond of the old or called the old daddy, or bastard. Well fret and worry is always a strategy.
But what if it is mostly a crock. A story we tell each other over and over ad nauseum.
KAmarupas of the world unite. We have nothing to lose but our pain.
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