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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460954" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hermaphrodite</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd seen her in the pub from time to time -<br>shortish height, slightly awkward jerky movements<br>not quite to be called boyish<br>like her haircut, <br>indeterminate of age -<br>a worn sixteen; an undeveloped twenty-six? <br>but in a year or two, she seemed the latter<br>though her vulnerable, aggressive stance<br>made age irrelevant.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">had she been more confident, more inyerface<br>she'd have been lesbait, no doubt of that; I felt<br>uncomfortable around her, as you do, however kind, <br>around those who have not yet resolved their life.<br>but she didn't pose her boyishness; wore<br>her trousers without pride; didn't<br>give off that lesbian vibe.<br>she might almost have been<br>the girl in the girls' school play who was as tomboy<br>told to play the boy and<br>who wore the clothes<br>and hated it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then she started coming in with her quiet, <br>steady boyfriend; sometimes with their dog; she seemed more relaxed.<br>I gave her no more thought; <br>was faintly happy for her, I found.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so there I was one day, pissing off twice the amount<br>of beer I'd drunk - strange, isn't it? - in the Gents; <br>the door opens, in she walks, stands two urinals away<br>and does her thing - I guessed... well, no, <br>I didn't take a closer look - for she was<br>challenging me to respond.<br>And I didn't have a response.<br>I'd never seen her<br>doing that before; maybe my age suited her for a role<br>in some sad psychodrama of her unhappy life, <br>I, cast, perhaps, as proxy father, uncle, teacher, godknowswhat..<br>I didn't respond; nor did sex<br>raise its tumescent head; in fact I'd say, rather the reverse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of course she couldn't have known<br>that English boarding school, <br>ages seven to twenty-one (for the really thick and desperate) , <br>equips you with a knowledge of acquired hermaphroditism<br>of an innocent yet knowing kind - beyond, I'd guess, <br>the experience of many a born hermaphrodite...<br>to please your hero man<br>at any price<br>in any vice; <br>we called them 'fags'; it's the official term, and<br>snigger-free; <br>then later, play the macho game<br>of picking the most beautiful new boy<br>to be your 'fag'; flirt publicly, <br>...to show that it's not serious or queer...<br>and if you take it further, well, that's your concern, <br>just don't get found out; <br>or if you want to really win repute, <br>date the housemaid simultaneously...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I let her leave that restless restroom first, <br>it seemed fitting, in my determined, neutral state; <br>yet it left a sense of many serious matters of the human heart<br>unexplored; unresolved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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shortish height, slightly awkward jerky movements
not quite to be called boyish
like her haircut, 
indeterminate of age -
a worn sixteen; an undeveloped twenty-six? 
but in a year or two, she seemed the ..."></div>
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