Darwin Willis was a dwarf. What he lacked in size and build, he made up for with a warm, welcoming personality. He was a sweet, poetic man. Darwin loved women and they found him enigmatic and alluring. His charm didn’t translate to men. They were standoffish and often downright rude to him.
When Darwin was twenty-three-years old he fell in love with the most attractive young lady in town, Kitty Casper. She was the prom queen and homecoming queen and student body president, her senior year of high school. She was also rather tall. From stem to stern Kitty measured in at six-feet exactly. Kitty was in love with Darwin and his thirty-four-inch frame was an endearing trait she revered. The more their love bloomed, the more the men in town rumbled over the pair’s union.
“How does that little shrimp get the best lookin’ girl in town, she needs a real man,” and “look at that fat, puny midget thinkin’ he’s hot stuff cuz he’s holding Kitty’s hand,” were slurs easily overheard in the town’s diner as male patrons watched the two stroll about town. Darwin knew things were getting hot when the men lambasted his weight problem on top of his height deficiency. The little guy weighed over thirty-two stone
Six months into their affair, Kitty and Darwin found they were pregnant. More in love than ever, the two were elated with the news. When Kitty started to show, the town folk men were besides themselves. Their irritation and repugnance for the dwarf was at a fever pitch and it was the hottest topic at the diner. “There’s no way Kitty’s with him willingly, I think there’s something malicious going on. I bet he’s got her brainwashed,” one man spouted between sips of his brew. All the men within earshot of his rant replied, “he’s malicious, let’s do something about him.” Enthusiasm for hate was never so pervasive. A middle-aged man in the café cried with glee, “let’s teach him a lesson and castrate the dwarf!” The rest of the men in the coffee shop cheered with determined malevolence, “castrate the dwarf, castrate the dwarf.”
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I’m feeling quite transgender as I decide which door through I will go
I prefer the ladies room
It’s clean; it smells so fresh
It’s worth the wait –the line is rather slow
As I walked in I got a strange stare
From a woman at the sink
I knew what she was thinking, and I didn’t even care
See I was born a male; junk and all
My gender identity is that of female, I should have been born that way
The penis that I came with, is so very small
It just so happens I like to wear; baggy jeans, a Yankees ball cap, fresh white kicks and an even whiter tee. Some say I dress like a man; I say I dress like me
I have often been asked: why not just consider yourself a dude
Nobody would know the difference
And you wouldn’t get hassled or hear from people who are rude
I know the difference, I know who I am
I’m a transgender woman; one who dresses like a man
The only thing, I think we can do
So that we can all fly our freak flags
Is to make public bathrooms unisex and available to all
And if you didn’t want to share your bathroom with a freak like me
You’d have to wait and hold it till you get home
So you can take a private pee
Who the hell is Danny Pike and why should you care?
Have a cocktail, mind your own shit and let the world piss-off: that’s what Danny does.
I love this guy!
Magic is the manifestation of dreaming and believing in yourself.
Magic is alive and living well,
work is required.
Start small, dream big –make magic.
Lauren Brooks has the stylistic poise of Godzilla doing the robot dance, smashing his way through Tokyo…
Christmas in America is a felonious display of malicious capitalism,
and I love it every year.
I thought of myself as a ham sandwich,
when you never took me for more than PB and J.