Even if Tekla misunderstood me, I got to thinking, as a result, why I keep all these books. The internet replaces many reference volumes in my daily life. It came to me in the shower, where else could I find something like a rare treasured poem. Let me read you one--see what you think; this is Concessions by R.S. Thomas (I do love to read aloud).
Not that he brought flowers
Except for the eyes' blue,
Perishable ones, or that his hands,
Famed for kindness were put then
To such usage; but rather that, going
Through flowers later, she yet could feel
These he spared perhaps for my sake.
Without those words, something would be missing from my life.
Anyway. I didn't post pictures to fish for compliments, though I blush that you friends responded with such nice words. Pica requested pictures of androgynes, and I thought there should be some of peeps who, unlike Pica and weegerri, look silly crossdressing and have bodies rarely mistaken for the opposite sex.
I presume all you other beautiful people, including self-deprecators like Jaimey and Rebis, sent photos and clips to Pica, perhaps in plain brown wrappers. Note to Pica: let me know who you're missing, and I will get after them--discretely, of course. I can't wait to view Androgynes on Parade; that will be so neat.
An aside to you business types: once again, I note a demand for a service to androgynes allowing us to exchange body parts. Breasts and functional tear ducts for some of the male-bodied; square and cleft chins and stiff upper lips for some of the female-bodied; and so on.
Company coming, so tonight it's roast beef grilled on the Weber,
S