Roger was my oldest friend. I met him when I was twelve years in Central Park, taking pictures of hippies. He was watching me take pictures and said everytime he would have wanted to take a picture, I took a photo. He was my friend till the day he died. He was one of my most trusted friends.
Are you kidding me?
“Samantha?” That’s not my name! It’s a bomb strapped to my body that explodes
without ticking. I look like a girl to you? Do I? When I pee standing up, pants
down, face the fucken toilet like a man then leave the door half open so you
can see me Mom. T-shirts, baggy.
24-7, hunch my shoulders to hide my chest so no one knows what’s underneath.
Spit [Sam spits] all over
sidewalks. “Samantha”. Check my hair, here, Mom: bald here, here, on this side
over here. Don’t you pretend you don’t—My name—Mom? Mom! Can we talk, please?
the play "S/He" by Nick Mwaluko.
In this scene Sam (nee Samantha) confronts Mom about his-her body and how s/he
sees and negotiates that body with Mom and the world outside.
I’d tell my
father the truth too. “Yup”. Look him straight in the eye, avoid any
possibility of confusion. “Yes I am in love with a woman. And yes that
woman happens to be your daughter. And yes we do make love—frequently. And yes
I love it. And yes she loves it.
And yes, that’s exactly right, our love is a huge threat to this tiny speck of
a village given that it’s a trillion times more powerful than the sexists who
live here. Who can’t begin to grasp its full power because they’re too
powerless to question their own sexuality leave alone appreciate how deep ours
is.” That’s what I would say. No excuses. No droppy shoulders looking down at
the ground, Awino. Queer pride, lesbian pride, label it however you want,
doesn’t matter, it’s mine, my truth. It’s about love. When I love, I love. And
I’d want my father—my one living relative who is half of me—to know who I am
and how I love. That’s why I would say what I would say to my father. Because
if anyone should know how and who I love, it’s my father. But then again, I am
definitely not you.
Act 1 of “Waafrika”, a play set in Kenya about a love story between two
anatomical women, an American Peace Corps volunteer named Bobby and Awino, a
female-to-male non-operative transexual from Kenya.
--Bobby, the American Peace Corps volunteer, says this to Awino, her
transgender FtM lover from Kenya in "Waafrika" by Nick Mwaluko