J and C and I walk towards the gallery. a plump grey squirrel starts up the bole of a tree, but its hind legs aren't working and it only gets 18 inches up before it flops to the ground. we gather around and argue over how to catch the creature and take it to be euthanized, scaring the daylights out of it so that it attempts the climb again and again, falling each time. exasperated and unnerved, we enter the gallery and watch film and digital media pieces. i enjoy a documentary about intersex babies and their healthcare practitioners.
we exit the gallery. i search the area near the neurologic squirrel's tree and find a grey mass on a pile of leaves. it's been raining for half an hour now; the squirrel's fur is clumpy and its tail a mere string. the animal is no longer ambulatory and feebly raises its head when we approach.
C drives to J's house and we gather spade and plastic bags. we return to the squirrel and the tenacious thing is still holding onto life. J breaks its neck with the spade. i check its eye reflexes, roll it onto its side and feel its tiny left ribs. the heart has stopped.
i double bag the bedraggled body and place it in an unsuspecting neighbor's trashcan at the curb--tomorrow's trash day. i cross myself and get in the car. C drives away.
we exit the gallery. i search the area near the neurologic squirrel's tree and find a grey mass on a pile of leaves. it's been raining for half an hour now; the squirrel's fur is clumpy and its tail a mere string. the animal is no longer ambulatory and feebly raises its head when we approach.
C drives to J's house and we gather spade and plastic bags. we return to the squirrel and the tenacious thing is still holding onto life. J breaks its neck with the spade. i check its eye reflexes, roll it onto its side and feel its tiny left ribs. the heart has stopped.
i double bag the bedraggled body and place it in an unsuspecting neighbor's trashcan at the curb--tomorrow's trash day. i cross myself and get in the car. C drives away.
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No. It wasnt really the intersex babies that made me sad as it was the dying squirrel and that they, the babies, were lumped in with the poor booger in your post. It was the first image of the morning: Intersex babies and a spade smashing a squirrel. I dont know anything about intersex babies. But again the first images were of babies interlocked in prenatal sex and then of babies sans sexual organs; babies born as barbie dolls. I hope you can see where I was coming from and that it was partly the dark humor of a reformed cynic who made a passing inference to your idea euthanasia.
As for Phallophilia the answer would be, no. The penis references in my bio are a joke (based on a semblance of truth.) which I think is apropos to this site. My identity is not necessarily contingent upon or confined by my sexual organ or by my gender in its entirety.
My personal preference & aesthetic leans toward androgyny which my intuition tells me is quite different than being an intersex individual. If my penis were a hero; Id have children. (not technically, merely mythologically which is all that matters to me.)
ps....sardonic bullshit..