(Warning: New Doctor Who season one and two spoilers follow. No, really!)
Mike and Melissa like to get me hooked on some pretty terrific TV. Most of it's British (or animated), which is no coincidence.
The new Doctor Who series is what we're mostly watching lately. I used to watch the old series with my dad when I was but a wee tranny tot, but I was too young to understand much of it, so it never clicked, and I never started watching it again until starting the new series from episode one a few weeks ago.
In one of the earlier episodes, the doctor and his companion, Rose, meet the apparent "last pure human" some 3000 years from now. She's a transwoman (made clear by lines like "when I was a boy") who's had 700-some surgeries by now, and consists of a face and skin stretched out like a trampoline, occasionally misted with moisturizers by her assistants to keep her alive.
I had a lot of reservations about this villain-ish character, but they were misplaced.
She reappears in another episode, and after some well-written science fiction-y action and drama, the Doctor and Rose take her (now in the body of her new, dying assistant) back through time and space to a time somewhere around now, when she still appeared human (and gorgeous at that), socializing in a ritzy, upper-class nightclub.
Okay, looong setup. Anyhoo. Just after finally admitting it's time for her to pass on, and traveling to this place and time, she addresses her younger self and tells her she's beautiful. Her younger self has the same expression I would have in the same situation, with pleasant surprise and slight guilt. And I started to cry.
It was another reminder that I concentrate so much on scrubbing the boy off me (like I'm doing between paragraphs with an epilator) that I overlook the girl, both inside and out, that has already emerged.
Scrubbing - 06/23/08 01:14 PM
(Warning: New Doctor Who season one and two spoilers follow. No, really!)
Mike and Melissa like to get me hooked on some pretty terrific TV. Most of it's British (or animated), which is no coincidence.
The new Doctor Who series is what we're mostly watching lately. I used to watch the old series with my dad when I was but a wee tranny tot, but I was too young to understand much of it, so it never clicked, and I never started watching it again until starting the new series from episode one a few weeks ago.
In one of the earlier episodes, the doctor and his companion, Rose, meet the apparent "last pure human" some 3000 years from now. She's a transwoman (made clear by lines like "when I was a boy") who's had 700-some surgeries by now, and consists of a face and skin stretched out like a trampoline, occasionally misted with moisturizers by her assistants to keep her alive.
I had a lot of reservations about this villain-ish character, but they were misplaced.
She reappears in another episode, and after some well-written science fiction-y action and drama, the Doctor and Rose take her (now in the body of her new, dying assistant) back through time and space to a time somewhere around now, when she still appeared human (and gorgeous at that), socializing in a ritzy, upper-class nightclub.
Okay, looong setup. Anyhoo. Just after finally admitting it's time for her to pass on, and traveling to this place and time, she addresses her younger self and tells her she's beautiful. Her younger self has the same expression I would have in the same situation, with pleasant surprise and slight guilt. And I started to cry.
It was another reminder that I concentrate so much on scrubbing the boy off me (like I'm doing between paragraphs with an epilator) that I overlook the girl, both inside and out, that has already emerged.
She's beautiful, both inside and out.
And I'm still scrubbing.
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