Today the usual workday, trying to concentrate at the desk while playing Court TV in the background. A woman changes to and marries (in Florida) as a man, stays married for a few years (to a woman who knew all about the operations in the first place), and then runs off with the wife's best friend. The wife claims he's living with her friend now "as a lesbian not as a man." She claims furthermore that the husband never lived with her as a man either-being in fact no man at all, and therefore no father to the two children they managed to acquire through adoption and insemination (by the husband's brother's sperm). Ergo (she says, while still claiming child support) neither custody nor visitation rights are due. What with the distractions posed by my work, the numerous legal points in dispute here reach me in an haphazard fashion. It's well into the afternoon before the possibility of going down on a four-inch clitoris springs out and captures my fancy. I think: This could be the answer to all of my problems. She-Males!
Maybe I'll wander into one of those transgendered support group meetings I'm always hearing about, see if it's as I've suspected-that I'm with the wrong member of the damn lesbian Everest expedition team. Oh yes. Bring them on.