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Stallion, not Mare

Dreamed 2018/2/12 by Wayan

THAT DAY

My friend Lily asks me to pick her up at the airport. She's still inside, at the gate, but says "Leave now. By the time you arrive I'll be at Terminal 2--Alaska Airlines." I'm skeptical--the airport's only five-ten minutes away. Take my time.

She's not there. Alaska's in the International Terminal, not Terminal 2. Try both. No. Try departures as well as arrivals, just in case she ignored the signs. No. Pull over in a big empty spot at International and prepare to really scan the benches--is she just sitting, too exhausted to notice me?

A guy on the curb, seeing his ride just behind me, doesn't motion that car into the spot just behind me--there's room for both, it's why I took the front one--if I took the back he couldn't squeeze in the front hole, but a crosswalk makes the back one easy to park in. Instead, his driver double-parks and a third driver takes the one behind me. Now I can't get out, and the arrival, rather than just getting in his car, comes over and screams at me, trapped.

And what he screams is bizarre. "You bitch!" I'm a tall, bony man with short hair; does he actually see me as female? Turn so he can see my face. He yells "Bitch! Plant a tree!"

Plant a tree?

Oh. My used car came with a couple of old bumperstickers--Sierra Club and Bernie Sanders. I voted for Bernie so I left them on. This guy is screaming at me about politics. Not road rage, right-wing hate! I'm grateful it's an airport; he seems ready to attack me, but he'd be crazy to do it on camera. But then he's already acting crazy...

At last his driver coaxes him into his ride and he leaves, still snarling at me. Over bumperstickers.

Go home rattled... and disgusted. No Lily, just a maniac.

THAT NIGHT

I'm a stallion from an equine civilization doing some undercover work on a majority-human world called Earth. I'll disguise myself as a mare. After all, how likely is it that the average human can tell my gender? They barely know horses, how would they even know what traits to look for? So I put on sunglasses and a purple sunhat with a flower on top and one of those horseblanket-skirts that mares are all wearing this year, a pink one fringed with little bells, and high heeled shoes. As femme as I can get.

I go and snoop around the San Francisco Airport in drag. Horse drag.

A stallion in drag at the airport. Travelers stare. Dream sketch by Wayan. Click to enlarge.
Then my awareness shifts out of my stallion-body and floats over to... the human body I wear when awake! I observe me--him, now--from outside. I'm not alone. Passers-by--human and equine both--pause to stare at the stallion in drag...

Through human eyes, it's absurd to think he could pass for a mare! He's not wearing a trenchcoat or a burqa, after all; his accessories don't hide that body. A big stallion with a glossy red-black coat and a big cock, clearly visible. You don't have to be a horse, or a human expert on horses, to tell he's male.

What the hell made him think so?

NOTES IN THE MORNING

Head of a stallion in drag. Dream sketch by Wayan. Click to enlarge.



LISTS AND LINKS:
Day: cars - rage - politics - gender & gender dysphoria? - Only in San Francisco
Dream: dream beings - I'm Just Not Myself Today! - species-bent dreams - horses - detectives - gender & genital symbols in dreams - dream humor - surrealism - pencil dream art - pencil dream art - a very different lipstick stallion: Otto Suggestion - same dreamer, same night: predictive dream: Autistic Thunder

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