Even . . . .

By Emmanuelle

IF A lot of him changes into a lot of her, there will not only be a lot less men. There would be a lot more women sashaying around. And if that were not compounding a situation already confounding, this writer humbly stands corrected. Or remain forever wrong na, wronged pa. Erroneous even.

And while we have not strayed yet from the topic, may we ask why is it that Kelly, who was once a Kenny, is a lot more beautiful than my sisters and I? She sways so. Her hair, her breasts, her hips, her walk. Compared to her, all women are dead stiffs. Frozen meat even.

That she, who was once a he, can turn out looking so gorgeous, is a slap to the insecure ego of the truly female-born specie. Particularly this writer who discovered so early in life that she had inherited a face only a mother could possibly indisputably love.

So when Mama sighs and says this daughter is such a cute sweetie like Aphrodite, the sweetie stares at the mirror to make sure Aphrodite stares back. The mirror is wise. It shows otherwise. Sweetie sighs. Sweetie exhales air even.

Should we trust the mirror or the mother’s eyes? Let us put it more trendily. Let us present the question philosophically. Let us not mind the clearly. Is beauty absolute as the mirror or is beauty relative as the mother’s eyes? Some deep thinkers insist beauty could not be that absolute; we do not perceive things through the same eyes. It is not possible. It is impossible even.

So then, if beauty is relative, should not we begin claiming we were that relative? And preferably, one who is a not-so-distant cousin?

We are still swimming on dry land, with zilch between the ears. Maybe it is the time spent too long staring at graffiti while waiting for the LRT.

As the train slows to a screeching stop, here is a notice to you all. We are till searching for the juvenile mind who keyed these wise words unto the shiny hood of the family car: It is better to have loved and lust, than never to have lusted at all.

We would have loved to have been given a chance to scratch him back: All is fear in love and war.

It really is not fair. Actually ondekereket ya unfair even.

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