I’ve been told more than once that I have a weird sense of humor, but boy is it a tension reliever, as I just remembered a few minutes ago while plotting my book’s transgendered M2F heroine, who was discussing a presentation topic with a friend in their advanced human sexuality class. My heroine had been under a lot of emotional strain that week, and when her friend suggested the topic of sex with animals, my heroine lost it. She made a public spectacle of herself, laughing in the university’s cafeteria, and her companion finally joined her in laughter. I know it’s really an unusual, but not funny topic, but anyway that scene came to me.
It was then that I flashed on a scene from yesterday’s Spectrum installation visit and saw it as humorous. It had not occurred to me to see it as humorous until then. (Maybe I had been under a lot of emotional strain too, and didn’t realize it). Anyway, the Spectrum helper was a very serious, dedicated, earnest and courteous young man of color who “yes ma’am”ed me for everything. After connecting the tv in my livingroom we adjourned to my bedroom, where he began working on a smaller and older television set.
I had to warn him that the tv was sitting atop a board which was under a flannel sheet and held up by an elderly person’s potty chair. He seriously said “Yes ma’am,” but then at one point the board almost tipped the tv off. Disaster was averted, however.
P.S. After looking up zoophilia and bestiality I’m appalled. I don’t think she knew what she was laughing at either.