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Her name was Areola, she was transgendered

A couple of years ago, a local transgendered person stripped her clothing off and climbed a power line and swung herself over a rush hour freeway. Emergency personnel (fire, local and state police, psych, etc) rushed to the scene and attempted to talk her down. The freeway was closed and all those happy commuters were imprisoned in the gridlock that is ours, the third worst traffic in the nation, unable to get to work.

At last, after several harrowing hours of the woman tearing at her body, ripping out her hair, the emergency folks finally got her down and carted her off to the round room. You could almost feel the sighs and cursed coming from the captive masses sitting in their respective cars. By this time, the freeway was a parking lot over ten miles long.

Why was the troubled woman up there in the first place? Besides being a person of questionable mental stability? Well, her girlfriend had left her. She wanted to make a statement.

Now, isn't that a unique way to add a little spice to life? You have to tip your hat just a little to a person like that. A person willing and able to work outside the confines of society's expectations. A person who can by taking one solitary action make her whole region sit up and take notice.

I can grudgingly admire that. Now if I had been one of those people sitting in my car trying unsuccessfully to get where I was going, that respect may have been diminished. But probably not by much.

6:23 am - 09.26.02
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