Yesterday my balls got stuck in the waffle maker and my pubic hair was burnt off; How the patriarchy affects my pubes and spirituality.
So at breakfast this morning, I was talking to my dad about how the waffle maker burned off my pubic hair. My dad looked me straight in the eyes, and said: “Bernard Gerard Finckelshtein. You are not my son anymore. Every man in this family has ball hairs, and to be able to inherit my beautiful collection of food stamps, you must have ball hairs.”
He was quoting his will. I looked him straight in the eyes with tears streaming down my face, and told him: “I am a gender non-confining being, I do not need your ignorant straight white cis-scum male opinion. Oprah told me that I am the good way I am. And if you excuse me, I will go make a waffle now. Bye GUURL!!”
I walked away, swinging my luscious, all-consuming beautiful hips and my non-conforming body.
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