The Dwarf And The Transvestite - A Tale Of 'Unique' Sexual Deviance On The Gender Spectrum

Billy Bob Hawkins was born to sharecropper parents, plantation tenant farmers in Mississippi. Sharecroppers went out with Jim Crow, but the legacy remained - the overseer, the company store, and the white master were still very much on Twin Oaks the thousand acre cotton field that was one of the last labor intensive. cotton picking fields in the delta.  Surrounding them were the mechanized operations of Big Agriculture and the signaling of the demise of the Old South. 

 

Now, the Hawkins family had no stake in the old cavalier tradition of Belle Reve or Tara, but were still wedded to the land, the cypress swamps, the gators, skeeters, and corn pone and fatback after the quittin' time bell rang. 

Billy Bob was born to Elvira in her forty-second year, fifth of seventh children, and the only one of unusual proportions.  He was a dwarf, a quarter man, good for milking because he could slide under the cows and milk a hundred gallons compared to his brother Isaac, a normally grown boy who fumbled to get a fraction of that. 

The young Billy Bob was teased mercilessly at school - these were the days before inclusivity when small people were considered as standard issue as any other person, and living in a small town on the Delta which was far distant from the radical social changes in the country didn't help. 

Yet Billy Bob was resilient with a quick wit and a prescient sense of what is, what can be, and what cannot; so dwarf and content he would remain. 

As can be imagined adolescence was a difficult time  for Billy Bob. As reconciled as he was to his dwarfism, when his sexual appetites were frustrated - there were no other little people within miles let alone in the school, no dwarves, no midgets, no one of any limited stature - he felt consigned to a sexual pauper's grave, self-pleasuring, and lonely nights. 

The thing of it all, the ultimate complicating factor, was that he felt uncomfortable with the run-of-the-mill sexuality so common in his town, men and women together in sad, dreary sodden marriages, drunken Saturday nights, the occasional dalliance, but nothing 'to write home about' as his mother used to say. Moreover, when he looked at the buxom, hippy, come-hither girls in his class, he was unmoved, and only when Franco Lippy walked by did he feel some dedicated interest. 

Lippy was the school's gay boy, and one of a kind.  Not the lisping, sashaying, campy variety, but a kind of weird, twisted mix.  Not quite a man, although he could strut his macho stuff in the locker room, and not quite a woman although when he flipped his hair back, turned his head, and gave you that look, he was as femme fatal as Betty Grable. 

 

It was this perplexity which fascinated Billy Bob.  He wanted to know more, to know what made the boy tick, what was really under that rather fey and redoubtable veneer. 

Lippy, like any other student had no interest in Billy Bob, passed him without notice on the stairs as he was frog-leaping up them to get to a late class, ignored him on the playground, and showed absolutely not a scintilla of sexual interest. 

Yet the same variety of sexual curiosity was percolating beneath the surface of the boy  What did dwarves dream of? How would they mount a woman, could Billy Bob reach as high as Lippy's own majestic phallus, was he as sexually complaisant as Hector Lopez, the janitor whose boiler room trysts were a thing of special note?

More than simple sexual release, Lippy thought of the ardor of the dwarf - what possible passions could be burning beneath that short, stunted, waddling body?

In both boys the most unusual of sexual interludes was brewing before either of them knew it. Sex would not be just the usual coupling, but something anti-social, obtruded, and fantastically epiphanic. 

'Whassup?' said Lippy to Billy Bob one day on the playground. 

'Kickin' it', replied the dwarf, surprised that he had been addressed at all, let alone by 'the mystery'. 

'Wanna get a Coke?', said Lippy, and the two of them walked - Billy Bob in his characteristic barrel roll, sailor's deck walk, and Lippy with his ramrod straight, Marine issue posture.  The beginning of an unusual, remarkable, noteworthy affair. 

Now, the progressive canon was very clear about sexuality - it was a complex, varied reality, a wide spectrum of alternatives, possibilities, and choices.  Children from an early age were taught that their sexuality was a marvelously diverse and magical thing.  Yes they might have been tagged with the traditional sexual identifiers - boy and girl - but those were just society's conveniences, the M/F on passport applications and drivers' licenses.  They had nothing to do with one's individual nature which could be expressed in a hundred ways and combined with another hundred.  Today's sexuality was a virtual jamboree, a coat of many colors, a quilt of desires and requite. 

What was remarkable about the relationship between Billy Bob a dwarf, and gay Franco Lippy was not a homosexual affair - that was old hat to progressives - but how everything was fungible.  Lippy was a sexual chameleon whose sexuality was fluid and as changeable as an octopus's camouflage.  He could as easily be a tough-as-nails, brutish, bass boat and gun rack swamp rat as he could a frilly, perfumed, cute and approachable girly girl.  These were not personae, theatrical quick-change artifacts, Mardi Gras worthy sexual clowns; but real, actual, unmistakable sexual versions. 

Whether he was Al Landry, hairy, beefy driver of a 100 ton Peterbilt or Marcia Littlejohn, Cherokee princess, lovely, proper, golden-hued perfection, he was real; and his ability to change directions to tap into his deep well of unlimited sexual possibilities at a moment's notice was a recorded phenomenon.  

Marinette Phipps, writing in the Journal of Advanced Sexuality had this to say when Lippy had been discovered

Sexuality is a precious thing, an indescribable thing, a miracle of diversity and a hymn to human complexity. It can no longer be captured, corralled, or penned up in the old, discredited stables of male and female. It has been finally outed, perceived to be the wondrous, indefinable piece of human architecture that makes us special. Franco Lippy, a person of sexual elision and unlimited, surprisingly endowed sexual adventure is is life's New Age being. 

Billy Bob, the dwarf, responded duly to such diversity, and in fact reflected his lover's 'beings'. If Lippy was in one of his duck hunting, coon dog trailing moods Billy Bob played trailer trash, a tough cigarette smoking bitch, all curlers and mules, a regularly drunk, meth-hooked, slattern who claimed Cavalier heritage and grandee blood.  This was all made even more theatrical because of the absurd dimensions of it all, a twisted, deformed imitation of rancid femininity. 

 

It all appealed to Lippy's particular sensibilities. To be fellatioed by this ugly deformed sexual poseur in the very image that Lippy had in mind when he went trucker was heaven. 

Billy Bob was not cut from the same sexual cloth.  While Lippy actually incorporated the gender spectrum, and that each iteration of some random click on the list was as real as it gets, Billy Bob was simply a theatrical master, a vaudevillian, a tummler, and a completely uninhibited actor.  All bets were off, he said, when it came to dwarves.  They had permanent handicap stickers, and the universal morbid curiosity of every abled person gave them inspiration and unrestricted license to unhinged behavior. 

Here is Marinette Phipps again:

Billy Bob was at first glance a strange partner for the herculean sexuality of Franco Lippy but the little guy, as ugly, deformed, and misshapen as he was...and here I use his own terms, those of a defiantly diverse person proud of his nature...was the perfect match and an example of the New Sexuality.  What indeed could better express the generous variety of the gender spectrum, and the myriad of sexual possibilities available to us all?  Billy Bob and Franco Lippy are the poster boys of a new generation of sexual beings. 

'The Trannie And The Midget' was the meme on the dark web, hilarious sendoffs of what male-female Americans saw as deep-seated perversion, twisted buggery, and gross fol-de-rol. Nothing could be more ridiculous than a made up, painted, trailer trash slatternly dwarf sucking off a faux bayou troller. 

Billy Bob and Lippy thought they could make some money off their celebrity, and found it on social media when an Oakland geek got them some dollar hits on their homey spots - really mini-burlesque shows which got the Internet laughing for a few months, then they disappeared. 

And so it was with the cockamamie ideas of anything but normal screwing, gone with the wind.  When the Emperor was seen to be buck naked and that all his new clothes - those absurd, boa feathered, sequined outfits - were just febrile fantasies, sexual diversity disappeared. 

Billy Bob and Franco remained friends after the social media fiasco. The dwarf tried the movies like Peter Dinklage and Lippy disappeared into the South Beach gay ghetto, but occasionally a snippet of the two pops up on social media.