These days, I gaze at my parents and within
each of them, all the genders blend together, like relaxing the eyes and seeing
double. Of course, if I must, I can downshift a dimension or two, and see the world
through the binary lens. But from a multi-layered consciousness, the grocery store
salesman and the woman who drives the bus are flamboyantly grotesque
caricatures of each opposite, dutifully unaware of the performance. So when one
of them utters a “she” or throws a suspiciously scrutinizing glance at me, I only
hope that I can laugh at the fragile mask of humans terrified to connect.
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