I’ve decided to come out of the closet. I really should have stayed in because now it’s not so crowded since Caitlyn Jenner and Rachel Dolezal have emerged. But I take courage from their disclosures and feel that I might as well let everyone know that I no longer identify myself as a white guy from Iowa. There. I’ve done it.
But I’m not satisfied with just that admission. Oh, no. I am moving forward. I am me, hear me roar! I am proud and pleased as punch to say that I am the first trans-species person on the planet! Oh, I expect scoffers. I expect harassment from all over the place. And I expect and even demand lots of face time on the networks who have nothing more important to talk about than Caitlyn, Rachel, and weird weather.
You might be wondering what other species than homo sapiens I might identify with. Here it is. I, John Carenen, now identify with the three-toed sloth. One source described the species as “bizarre animals who appear to live in slow motion,” and if that ain’t me, you haven’t been paying attention. I am also described as “cryptic” (“having a meaning that is mysterious or obscure” – Oxford English Dictionary) and “slow moving.” Family, friends, former classmates, teachers, and coaches are all saying at once, “Aha! That explains it!”
All these years I have been living in slow motion and without any clear meaning, and now I know why. When I first concluded that I was trans-species, I thought maybe I was a Golden Retriever. But the truth has set me free. Slowly.