(Taken from a
Rocky Horror Tour Programme)
I was born of woman,
begat by man, my parents actually, and whilst the battle of
sexes has roared on without any sign of cessation, I have been
caught between the enemy lines and confined to a life in no-mans
land ever since.
protoplasm continue to polarise in this way ? I, for what may
well be selfish reason, say, I dont think so matey. The
old Gallic viva la difference malarkey is not in celebration
of a feminine kind; its related to the medieval philosophical
aberration that encouraged men in rather nice tights to lace
women upon a pedestal, in the metaphoric sense of course. Otherwise
you would have had young men saying to the object of their poetic
affection, "Lookest thou my love, I hath bought thee a
pedestal of the very own, now get up there, Im getting
a ballade on". And so, the sexual ghetto build began and
carries on to this very day.
So popular is this
divisional activity that minority groups have begun to do it
themselves, paradoxically for the very opposite reason; the
gay community is a perfect example of how this happens. The
more you wave your arms around saying Im different but
I want to be treated like everybody else, the more separate
you become; the call for freedom becomes a form of isolation.
Transvestism is perceived
as a psychological disorder. How or indeed why it happens, no
one seems to know exactly. Reincarnation is the long shot. The
failure of hormonal triggers during gestation is a more likely
explanation, or it may be the result of environmental trauma
during childhood. Whatever the reason, its time for us
to tear down the walls that we build between ourselves, and
allow individuality to flourish in the spirit of true libertarianism.
Its time for humankind to become more gentle; the barbarians
have had the planet for long enough. So, if you want to slip
into a little black number with string straps, feel free, for
it is written (now anyway) that no army ever marched in anger
wearing fish-net stockings and six inch high-heels.