I don't think there's anything wrong with it.
My girl friends tell me it's sexy.
The guys dare not comment about.
But still, it is my voice.
The phone operators have been referring to "Sir" for as long as I can remember. Justifiable of course, since they don't have the benefit of feasting their eyes on my feminine body. Ah, but this was all too new for me.
I tried Canadian pizza for the first time yesterday. As expected, they gleaned whatever information they could of me to feed into their database. It started with the usual, Sir this, Sir that. I don't bother correcting them anymore, I'm past that. Can't blame the poor operators anyway.
So the pizza guy asks for my name.
Me: My name's Stephanie, Miss Stephanie.
Deaf Pizza guy: Hah? Mrs Stephanie ar????!!!
Me: No, it's Miss Stephanie
Traumatic Confused Pizza guy: Are you a girl, Sir????!!!
Me: Yes, I'm a girl
My best guess is that the poor chap initially thought I was all man, then he concluded I was a woman. But alas, when he finally realised I was a girl he must have started pulling out his hair from the shock. I tried so hard not to burst out laughing! :)
In my 15th year, it was just my luck that I joined a tuition class which came with a bunch of boys. Clearly they were idiots. They would tease about my "manly" voice, but that's ok. I was already used to it. However, I wasn't quite used to people fashioning a newsletter out of the backs of our exercise books just to set up voting polls to question my sexuality.
It when something like this.
Do you think Stephanie is a transsexual?
A. Like Duh! (She's a giant and her voice is so scary!)
B. Must be lah. (But when did she go for the sex-change op? She's only 15! She must be desperate. Oh wait, Shim)
C. Should be. (But I can't see the Adam's apple)
D. Could it be that she was a man born in a woman's body
E. Anyone dare to go ask her? (I don't think she'll kill you. At least I hope not)
I can only imagine the taunting transvestites have to go through. Try to seeing past the surface.
Even the Thais think I'm a product of their legendary gender-change operations. To be frank, I don't believe that I'm even half as pretty as the transvestites. Upon arriving in Phuket last year, the cab driver who picked us up at the airport tried to strike up friendly conversation.
In the midst of it, he asked me straight in the face, "Are you a lady-boy?".
The only time I received what might pass as a compliment on my unique voice was in high school, when a rival debater came up to me and commented that I had a majestic voice. I'm still wondering if he was trying to be sarcastic.
All of this brings me back to a conversation I had with my mum a long time ago.
Me: Ma, maybe I was meant to be a guy. (I guess I did have some tendencies)
Mum: Why?
Me: Because my voice is deep, I'm huge and I'm hairy?
Mum: No. You were meant to be a gorilla.
*gRiN* I'd rather be a female gorilla than to be a man anyday!
