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today the glitterbomber is... |
2003-02-06 apparently a Grease Fest is not good for one�s stomach when said stomach is not used to grease. you�d think i�d remember this fact. but no. today, the transvestite who missed his appointment yesterday stopped by, and i was able to interview him. her, actually. she wants to be called a woman and told me that she�s getting "the operation" next month. (personally, i don�t see how a homeless person can afford said operation, but i didn�t argue. i also don�t see how medicaid will pay for it, but anyway.) our interview was supposed to be about nutrition, but we talked about everything from what it�s like for her to be biologically male but living as a woman to her love for her son to when she was in between incarcerations and sleeping in cars and abandoned buildings. unfortunately for me, i had a very hard time following the conversation and understanding what she was talking about. she had the typical speech patterns of a schizophrenic, plus she had a tendency to mumble and slur. it�s too bad�i wanted to hear the story of how she was busted when he was getting high in an abandoned building. i swear she said, "i�m not getting caught with my pants down again and getting my ass greased by them." even though she was "a 50 or 51 card deck" (her words, not mine), she was funny and genuine. whenever she said something she liked, she held out her fist and asked, "can i get a pound for that?" she gave me a big hug when she left. in an odd coincidence, when i told amy b about her, amy happened to know her old roommate from when she (amy) helped out with the needle exchange program. weird. this could only happen to people working in public health. *** quote of the day: "i go with god for a rectal exam." �a patient |
