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Wilkes-Barre: A Semblance Of Womanhood?

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The second speaker was a man, named Joan. Whereas Merry was definitely brothel material, Joan seemed better suited for a fullback position with the Philadelphia Eagles.
Joan was 5’10”, and weighed 225 pounds. His voice was as gruff as the stubble from his recently shaven beard, and when he stood up, his high heels seemed to bend.
Joan told the class that, like Merry, he was also a woman who was trapped inside the body of a man. Coming from Joan, the statement lacked conviction, but inspired scattered laughter throughout the class.
In his wig and padded bra, Joan looked pathetic. It was doubtful even the Michelangelo of plastic surgeons could perform the type of miraculous surgery that would give Joan any semblance of womanhood. I couldn’t …show more content…

Jones's inimitable version of "Who's on first," she conceded it took a special kind of man to be married to a transsexual. She also added it took a special kind of woman to be married to a homosexual man. Mrs. Jones concluded her talk by stating sex with her homosexual husband was indescribable, and claiming she was able to experience orgasms as a woman she only dreamed of experiencing as a man.
The testimonies of the transsexuals and would-be transsexuals were more than a kid from Wilkes-Barre was used to hearing. What was even more difficult to understand was how the psychiatrists in attendance seemed to be endorsing alternate lifestyles and even treating transsexuality as a normal variant of the human condition. As we were leaving the classroom, Goofy Gomez walked up to the Reverend Big Bernie and said something that sounded like, "Hey, Meester Big Bernie, I tink maybe Freddy Freud is a trans-seychal. Joo know, he must be trying to get owside heez own body coz he's always trying to get eenside mine."
In her own way, Goofy managed to restore my faith in human …show more content…

The spokesperson for the group, a thirty-something woman who looked like the inspiration for the Sherman tank, became visibly distraught by Crazy Al's allegations. When she asked him for his name, the Applaud Squad began chanting, "We won't tell! We won't tell!"
The foray was momentarily stopped by Dr. Prentice Broll, one of the psychiatrists in attendance. Dr. Broll, a tall, thin man with curly brown hair and a beard, was openly gay. He warned the class that the purpose of the discussion was to promote a better understanding of alternate lifestyles and not to vent uninformed hostilities. Dr. Broll's rhetoric was well-intended but short-lived.
The next man on the firing line was the Reverend Big Bernie. When he stood up to ask his question, the Applaud Squad began to chant, "Bernie! Bernie!" The gays just looked at each other in disbelief, although one of the gay males had a difficult time taking his eyes off the imposing male figure of the Reverend Big

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