Wal-Mart cross-dressers in Hell
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2008/04/18/notes041808.DTL4/19/2008
"I'm standing just offstage in a large, musty meeting hall inside a
weather-beaten Holiday Inn or Red Lion or some sort of drab forgotten
convention center in the middle of Oklahoma City or Kansas or Des
Moines. It doesn't really matter, because my body is not really my
own, not something to which I've ever really paid all that much
attention and hence wherever it is or whatever it's doing has no real
connection to the meaning of existence. You know?"
