The Trinity and Me

So they say again...with awesome shocks on their face, "There are three?" Sorry, they don’t say… they ask. As if trying to fathom the madness, or perverseness of me. "Yes." I reply with a smile that actually means: It is none of your business, but yes, I am that well looked after.

Another evening, another exposure, another memory to launch me into endless giggles–just the awesome shock on their faces. Well, the men, they elicit a different reaction ranging from raucous laughter of disbelief, to obviously masked lecherous conversations, which I suspect are decent inquiries for indecent invitations to join the fun.

Most women though, they turn red. There are a few who do have the nerve to move to my side of the dance floor, or occupy the chair opposite me at the dinner table. Well, they almost never digest this fact well. I guess it stems out of social conditioning of an extremely elevated and puritanical type, or merely because they don’t have the nerve to visit those cobwebbed caverns and unleash the demons shackled to the stony walls.

Their minds are filled with light so bright that it blinds. It refuses to recognize forms and shapes. It turns fuzzy. And when exposed to such bright light for indefinitely long periods of time you unleash a faux blindness, which presumably they don’t recognize because the whiteness of the light is still imprinted in their memories. This is a dangerous light indeed!

Coming back to me. What do I have three of?

Could it be houses… nah that’s too lame and normal. How about the feminine endowment in the anterior of the human body… but then that would be monstrous, really monstrous. And it would be a little repulsive to me as well. Or how about dogs… not quite, but we’re getting close.

There is no requirement for three, convention doesn’t allow this. On the other hand if asked to look carefully you will notice that the men of a particular tribe are/were allowed to take more than one... the upper limit was five, if I recollect correctly. Then, if you were bestowed with a chunk of gold on your head encrusted with a few rubies, or diamonds, or sapphires for that matter, you would notice that you could keep as many of these as you’d like.

But mind you, this was largely confined to the breed of those who call themselves men.

Yes I have three of them –husbands, if you may…