Clearly Marked

Saw a play just now. Been anticipating to watch this solo performance about being transgender, and a Jew. I 'peeped' during the tech before the show. :P Curious to know whether it's a she or he. He-she? She-he? Well...a gentleman butch. A fat gentleman butch.

There's no mention of he or she in the program note. Just Bear. The name is Bear. Bear's joke of (sorry, I don't know how to write without using he or she, so I'm gonna stick with SHE) being fat was funny.

"I never had a problem coming out as fat. People assume that I am from the way I look. No questions ask. No need to agonize of how to tell my parents that I am fat."

LOL.

"Having penis doesn't mean you're a man. Having a vagina doesn't mean you're a woman."

"You have a penis but behave like a woman. You're transgender."

"You have a vagina but behave like a man. You're transgender."

"Raise your hand if you have a penis and you cry during sad moment. You're transgender! *pointing at the audience* Transgender, transgender, transgender."

"Raise your hand if you have a vagina and you shout out loudly when you're pissed. You're transgender! *pointing at the audience* Transgender, transgender, transgender."

My gosh, what a revelation! I'm transgender! Everybody's transgender!

:) Ehem...

"Being a gentleman, I take my time pressing my shirt and pants, shining my boots, and tying my tie, straightening it."

Heck, I was the only one wearing a tie in the audience. Dressed up like Shane (in the L word) -- long sleeve white shirt (pressed!), nice shiny fashionable solid dark blue tie, dark blue jeans... Aiyoo, I'm transgender!!!

Well, next time I'll be a femme when dressing up for an occasion. :P

Back to the play.

"I married a femme. And I love her with all my being."

Awww...

"People tend to cover things up. You're actually an oxygen. But the oxygen is covered with hemoglobin. The hemoglobin is covered with blood. The blood is covered with skin. The skin is covered with clothes. The clothes is covered with designer labels. And there you are - Abercrombie and Fitch."

LOL.

"Being transgender, it's another different category. Some lesbians do not want you to mess with 'their girls'."

Contemplating... Kinda complex, huh. :)

She had all these labels sticked on her shirt. JEW, FAT, LESBIAN, GENTLEMAN, GIRL GENTLEMAN, BUTCH, DYKE, DAUGHTER, SISTER, BAD, DIFFERENT, DIFFERENT, DIFFERENT...etc.

"People just like to label."

She looked at her black T-Shirt (with 'affix label here' written in the middle, originally) now covered with labels.

"But what do you see beneath these labels?"

*pause*

She took off her shirt and threw it aside. Letting us all take in the half-nudity.

Terbeliak mata I.

I was shocked. That was my first theatre show - seeing (some) nudity. Eh, strip club doesn't count, okay! Breathe, Chi, breathe.

She then wrote something on the stick-on note, and tap it on her bare breast (over the small tattoo she has on her left breast).

The word was LOVED.

Lights faded out slowly...