Monday, May 17, 2010
My Darling From The Lions
I once took a yoga class from a transgendered woman who had recently completed her process of becoming a woman. She had a sadistic streak and loved to tell me, "I know you're really flexible, but your form is poor." This was six months after I'd been filleted like a fish (description by beautiful Jodi of the J Spot!) and wasn't moving too well at all. But this woman had just had her penis chopped off; I wasn't getting a lot of sympathy. She loved to smile at us at the end of class in a creepy way, and say, "I hope everyone felt something tonight."
I did feel a lot of pain during those classes, unlike when I woke up during surgery. I could see my organs, but I couldn't say or feel anything. Mercifully, I fell back under pretty quickly. I have to say, my organs looked pretty good considering all the shenanigans through which I have put them. Eventually I changed to a gentler yoga instructor, one that wore tie dye pants and carried a lot of extra weight around the hips. My kind of girl! I didn't feel as much sometimes, but like the yogis say, sometimes awareness is more than enough.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Rescue my soul from their destructions, my darling from the lions." Psalms 35:17
Hey everyone -- I started a small side blog called Detroit Proper which will serve as a container for my pictures of the Motor City. I won't post every single day on it, but if you ever get the longing to see the D, here it is in all its glory. Also, my VERY favorite show in the world returns on June 27th. Yes, Hung is back!
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Monday! Thanks so Dave who pointed our the gender mistake in the first sentence. The teacher did become a woman, not a man!