They seem to be everywhere now,
women who walk like men.
With hair cropped in a paint brush,
bullets for eyes and knives for noses,
they walk long halls, hips so still
they can have no pelvis.
Then one day you meet one
and become her friend.
A week later you still wonder:
Are all the women who walk like men
wildflowers, really,
locked in a hothouse,
craving the sun?
Interview
TSTmpj:
What would you say to a woman who, upon reading your poem, was interested
enough in you to want to be your friend, but had genuine misgivings about being
stereotyped?
Donal
Mahoney: I'm not certain, Michael, as to
why she would be in danger of being stereotyped. I have not known that many
masculine women. This poem came about because I once had a job many, many years
ago where I had to work late and I would stop to eat in a diner before I went
home. It was a one-person operation. The woman who ran it probably was in her
40s and I was in my 30s. At a time when most lesbians were still in the closet,
this woman had a crew-cut and tattoos before either of the latter was popular
among masculine lesbians. I had no problem with her nor she with me. She cooked
and I ate. But over a period of time we would talk when business was slow which
it often was at that time of the night. Over time, we became friends to the
degree that customers and diner cooks can be become friends. It became obvious
that despite her appearance that she was a woman in her personality. We never
discussed our sexual orientation. It just never came up and I wouldn't have
expected it to come up. I was reared by Irish immigrants in a blue-collar
neighborhood; and because my father was a sober Irishman, I had a chance to get
a couple of degrees in English because he saved for my education. I spent 19
consecutive years in Roman Catholic schools (without ever being tempted to be a
priest) and I cannot ever recall anything negative being said about any
minority group. On the contrary, just the opposite was true. Social equality
was stressed. The faith may have disapproved of the intimate behaviour of
homosexuals but there was no condemnation of them as persons.
TSTmpj:
Mischievously subverting stereotypes is what good poets can sometimes do.
Would you wish to be a friend of a man who walked like a woman?
Donal
Mahoney: I go back a long way and met at
parties transvestites that most straight men would not be able to
"clock," as the saying goes in Chicago. I also worked as an editor
with many regular gay men as they often turned up in magazine work as writers
and designers. I think until they got to know me my being so straight bothered
them more than their being gay bothered me. One transvestite, however, was a
famous performer named Chili Pepper, originally from Cuba. Chili and I did
discuss his/her lifestyle. She had minimal formal education but was smart as a
whip. I must say, however, that many of her "fellow" performers I
would not have been able to clock had I not met them at a mixed party of
journalists who even, back then, were very open-minded. In fact, I talked
briefly with her about doing a book about transvestites called "The Last
Minority." I got a different job and never saw her again. But I don't
think anyone has yet written that book. Transvestites, to my mind, may be the
most complicated minority I have ever encountered and I have met most
minorities because prior to becoming an editor, I was a caseworker fresh out of
grad school and I got a quick baptism in the varieties of peoples we have in
the world. But none is more interesting in my experience than the
transvestites. They don't want you to feel sorry for them but often I felt that
way when I wondered what they would do when age took its toll.
TSTmpj:
God created the heavens, the earth, and still had time for a jacuzzi and
a sauna in seven days, but is a week long enough for any man to understand any
woman?
Donal
Mahoney: From my point of view, women
are the most beautiful of God's creations. I quit drinking and smoking at a
very early age but even in dotage women are still a problem. The older I get
the better they look. So I've stopped looking. I've never been an admirer of
Hugh Hefner and though he is much older than I am, I would not want to emulate
his behaviour simply because I still find women attractive whatever the age or
size. As I've told my wife a number of times, the only women I ever exempted
from my charm were nuns in full garb. I agree with that old chauvinistic joke
that it is okay to be friends with a nun as long as you don't get in the habit.
I've been fairly lucky in understanding women but that does not mean that I
always got along with them. I may have a history of getting away with more
devilment than many men but eventually women have figured me out. Some drove me
nuts and others have been wonderful. The nice thing is that as I have aged I
have finally been able to sort out before getting too close which women I
thought I could co-exist with and which would do me in. But psychologically I
think they are a lot easier to deal with than transvestites. The latter can cut
through buncombe immediately.
Bio Note
Donal Mahoney, the son of Irish immigrants, was born
in Chicago and lives in exile now in St. Louis, Missouri.
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