{"id":631,"date":"2012-02-16T15:12:57","date_gmt":"2012-02-16T14:12:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=631"},"modified":"2012-11-09T09:32:13","modified_gmt":"2012-11-09T08:32:13","slug":"assembly-line-for-a-cross-dresser","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=631","title":{"rendered":"Assembly Line for a Cross Dresser"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/52955708@N04\/5376112265\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft\" style=\"border: 0pt none; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px;\" title=\"SDC10504\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5207\/5376112265_920cf8b6f8_m.jpg?resize=180%2C240\" alt=\"SDC10504\" width=\"180\" height=\"240\" border=\"0\" hspace=\"5\" \/><\/a>The twelfth one comes in. She looks like the eleventh. And the tenth. They are all young and attractive; their eyes shine, their smiles are radiant and they are a whole voter younger than me<\/p>\n<p>There are two of us doing the interviews for the study abroad program. One of us is the interviewer, the other is the assessor. I am the interviewer; I begin my rigmarole<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGood morning, I\u2019m Mr. Galeone and this is Professor &#8212;&#8212;&#8212;ova. Welcome to the oral test for the Unmentionable Study Abroad Program.\u201d A vine of hives spreads up the candidate\u2019s chest onto her neck as her pre-interview jitters get the better of her. I smile. \u201cJust relax, could you tell us a little about yourself?<\/p>\n<p>As this is the 300<sup>th<\/sup> interview I\u2019ve been a part of in the last three weeks, this is where things start to blend together. Therefore, I slip into a kind of dreamy trance during the interview. <em>Do I need bread? Would it freak this kid out if I just started vomiting right now? Look up on Wiki: Nipple Cancer. \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><!--more-->Just as I\u2019m wondering if I accidentally put my T-shirt on backwards again, I force myself to come back to the interview. I do this by trying to find the distinguishing physical characteristic of this candidate. This one has a nose ring. The Eleventh had 14-inch long fake eyelashes; the Tenth had a neck tattoo of a butterfly.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s not always about a candidate\u2019s alternative lifestyle. The Fourth had a powdered mustache; the Fifth had a bridge-like unibrow and the Seventh had a cheek mole that had its own gravitational pull.<\/p>\n<p>With these thoughts of facial deformities, I drift off again and snap back in as the student tells us about her love of languages, new cultures, meeting new people and \u201cgetting new experiences.\u201d I let out a breath. It&#8217;s the sort of breath you do when your Uncle Herman tells his Thanksgiving &#8220;Remember trying to hump the dog when you were six&#8221; story.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThank you, that\u2019s the end of the test. Good luck.\u201d Over 300 interviews and the answers are always the same \u2013 languages, culture, people and experience.<\/p>\n<p>The Twelfth disappears through the door. We assess her mark without words and slip her sheet in with the eleven others. The Twelfth is out of our lives forever.<\/p>\n<p>The Thirteenth opens the door and Professor &#8212;&#8212;&#8211;ova and I switch roles, she is the interviewer and I am the assessor. As the professor hands me the pen I say, \u201cI accidentally put on my girlfriend\u2019s underwear this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She stares at me in disbelief. In hindsight, I don\u2019t know if this is because of the underwear or the fact that a woman might consider me a suitable partner. \u201cWhat?\u201d she finally asks.<\/p>\n<p>As the Thirteenth sits down in front of us with a radiant smile (and a pimple on her forehead that could perform slam poetry) I say, \u201cI am wearing women&#8217;s underwear.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGood morning,\u201d the Thirteenth says and Professor &#8212;&#8212;&#8211;ova turns bright red and turns to the student. \u201cHi\u2026\u201d she gets out. For the first five minutes of the interview Professor &#8212;&#8212;&#8211;ova can\u2019t stop giggling. When she has gotten a grip, I begin a series of subtle stretching and shifting exercises that result in a full revival of the giggles.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThank you, that\u2019s the end of the test,\u201d Professor &#8212;&#8212;&#8211;ova says and holds her breath until the Thirteenth has pulled the door closed. \u201cWe are switching back,\u201d she says. 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