Have You Ever Been Eddie?

[Wendy]

Being a male has been difficult for me.

However the male attribute of strength can have advantages.

I have a sixth sense for knowing danger.  Almost every day at school I wondered which boy would express their displeasure at me for being different.  I hated all contact sports and I really hated to fight. Most of the time I would cry before they hit me and it usually lessened the beating.  My goodness these guys were beating up a girl!  I was a girl!  Everyone knew I was a girl.

In fourth grade there was this one bully that had two minions in his gang and the bully enjoyed tossing snowballs at me and making me cry.  I was terrified to walk home from school.  It just so happens that I befriended this tough Italian kid named "Eddie".  I always helped Eddie with his math homework and I told him about these bullies always throwing snow at me when I walked home.  Eddie said I will walk home with you.

There were the three bullies.  They were only too glad to face off with us.  Unfortunately it would be poor Eddie against three guys because I fought like a girl.  Well Eddie walks up to the bully picks up some snow and mashes the snow in the bully's face.  The two minions backed away from the bully and Eddie.  All of a sudden Eddie had turned three against 1 into one against one.  Now Eddie picked up some more snow and placed it down the bully's coat.  The bully did not raise a finger and started backing up towards his minions.  In turn the minions backed away from their bully leader.  Eddie then told the bully if you bother my friend I will beat you silly.  He then picked up more snow and placed it down the bullies coat.  When Eddie turned to walk back to me the three boys turned tail and ran. The boys never bothered me again.

By the time I entered college I decided I would at least try to be a boy and I started exercising 3 hours a day.

At age 23 I was big enough to intimidate any bully.  One night in the summer I was jogging at about midnight doing my regular three hours of daily exercise.  Up ahead of me were two big guys hiding on each side of the street.  I knew they were looking for a fight.  If I saw the one guy move across the street I would confirm my suspicion  and know I was in for trouble.  They would be able to block my path and jump me.

Sure enough the one guy moved across the street and they made a stance to fight me. They didn't know I didn't want to fight and they didn't not know "Eddie".  I had studied guys for years to become a guy and I became Eddie at that moment.  I was about 25 feet from the two guys and they closed ranks  to face me head on.  I placed both arms outward, yelled "Ahh" and charged both guys at full speed.

You should have seen the surprise and fear in their eyes as two big guys yielded to me.  I howled with laughter as I passed between the two guys and brushed each guy with my arms.  No man ever has placed a hand on me again.

All the housewives call me Sweetheart.  All the men call be Big Guy. 

Everyone is scared.  We just act like we are not scared.  I can read scared.  If you could see my eyes you would know Wendy scared me.

How in the world am I going to shrink these arms?  The only female that most of us know that would have arms as big as mine is the female wrestler Chyna.  ...However I can settle to look like Chyna.

At this point I think I would be happy to have a girl body and hide it under men's clothes so that everyone continues to think I am a guy.  But that one night many years ago it felt good to be Eddie and not Wendy!

[katia]

no, i've always been more of a wendy.

[cindianna_jones]

The only way I've ever been able to face them down is with words to embarrass them in front of their friends.  I have never been a fighter in a physical way. But no one has ever escaped my wrath where practical jokes are concerned. I'll tell a story or two someday.

Cindi

[Dennis]

I ran into a guy who lived in my neighbourhood when we were kids. He said he always remembered me saving him from the bullies on the school bus. They'd taken his hat and were passing it back and forth and I walked up, took it away from them and gave it back to him, then I sat next to him to protect him.

Funny, I don't remember that at all. I remember the bullies on the bus and being quite intimidated by them. I guess it was easier to stand up to them for another person. I didn't have much trouble with them myself. That incident I've forgotten is probably why.

Dennis

[Wendy]

Katia you are very funny.  You are making my sides ache.

Cindi I hate to fight and I have trouble defending myself when people make fun of me.  If I want someone to laugh at someone I make fun of myself.  I can be very funny.  However if I were to get into a fight these days a punch to the chest would really hurt and a punch below the belt would have to be extremely accurate to inflict injury.    My chest is real sore and I can't sleep on my stomach these days.

[Lucy]

I was allways beatup at school. Defiatly a Wendy.

[Wendy]

Dennis,

I can relate to your story.  The guys could take my hat and gloves and punch me silly.  But if any of them touched my xx sister I would bite them, kick them, or scratch them.  My sister was a genius and she skipped a grade so that we were in many classes together.  We were best friends at a young age. 

When I write and read stories I too remember many things I have forgotten.   (Most of my fighting was prior to sixth grade.)  I remember a bigger much older boy getting on top of me and was strangling me.  I could not breathe so that I bite him hard enough so that he would release me.  Guess who showed up at my mom's house?  The bully showed up crying with his mommy.  The bully's mommy demanded that I be punished for biting a boy like a girl.  My mom then showed the boy's mommy that my neck was covered by finger marks and bruises.  My  mom told that lady a thing or two.  Yeah mom!

Most of the time if I cried real loud the guys would just call be a girl and "rough me" up.  I usually was real scared and that was all they wanted.

I grew up in the wrong city to be different.

By the way I have found a way to mathematically express me.  I am Xy (Big X with a little y.)  That was the reason for my post and that is why I ask many questions.



Cheer up Lucy,

You just send the bully to me!

If you want me to give them a scare I will fight like Eddie and rough them up.

However if they are hurting you I will fight like Wendy and I will say the famous quote by the quad amputee knight at the cross bridge in Monty Pythons Search of the Golden Grail- "Come back you coward and fight like a man.  I can still bite you."  (The reply by the other knight was, "I think we will call it a draw.")   

[Lucy]

TY will do that when they leave me alone. Lov Lucy.

[Rachel]

i have never been the fighting type, i would just out talk them, confuse them and run away in the confusion.

[Wendy]

Rachel I talked my way out of many fights but in my neighborhood they didn't give you time to talk!

[Rachel]

i was a conundrum so they would attack first because while i would run in a fight, i still walked with confidence in myself, so they didnt know what to make of me

[Melissa]

I was both.  I had this one bully that teased me, but in junior high, I was like a foot talle rthan him and boy was he scared of me.  I had fun scaring him, but never hurt him.  I'm a pretty tough girl now and I could still fight if I needed to.

Melissa

[Rachel]

the key is knowing how to get out of a grapple more than anything else, if they are holding you, know the weak points of the human body so that you may take advantage of them to get someone off of you