
I stepped out of the warm stream of the shower knowing Sebastian and Sylvester were downstairs waiting for me in the breakfast room. After pulling on some panties, a robe and my pink fluffy slippers I hurried down the stairs.
Sebastian and Sylvester were at the table. Iâd completed a particularly rigorous dawn yoga session with Sebastian. If my hips were any more open you could have driven a train up there. As luck would have it Sylvester had offered to make us breakfast. While usually a coarse oaf, Sylvester has the capacity to be quite sweet at times.
As I glided into the kitchen Sylvester was serving up a delightful grilled breakfast, the sausages sizzling fresh off the skillet. A good start to the day is a lot easier with a breakfast like this. And breakfast is really the most important meal of the day. The bacon was glistening with flavor and the tomatoes came from Aliâs own garden. Quite lovely.
âItâs the damndest thing,â I said staring at the plate.
Sylvester looked at my plate and said âwhatâs wrong with it?â
âNo, not the food. Itâs just I had the weirdest dream last night.â
Sebastian asked, âWhat did you dream?â
I closed my eyes and tried to remember how it all went.
âThere were a few of us downtown. And there was this guy who had died.â
âWho was he?â asked Sylvester.
âI donât know. Itâs not important. Just some stiff,â I replied.
âAnyway they wouldnât let him in the graveyard because the church said they didnât have room. But everyone knew it was because he was queer. So, there was this drag queen. She was lovely. Letâs call her âCarlottaâ.., and I. And we stole the body and buried her up in the church yard anyway.â
âYou know they donât let you do that,â said Sylvester.

âIt was a dream,â I protested. âAnd we went up there and buried this guy. And then we did other stuff. Loads of stuff⊠And I had this lovely long velvet riding dress, like in that English serial. And Carlotta had these sequins on her pants and a gold cowboy hat and these huge guns with pearl inlays and a smoked blue gunmetal finish. A pair of 44s. Matching nails. Did I say we were on horses?â
âI know all about Carlottaâs 44s. How many of you were there,â asked Sylvester, a canny look in his eye.
âI believe it was seven. Seven trannies and drag queens. And one was bald. Iâm not quite sure what her deal was. Yes, that sounds about right. You have no idea how much glitter that is.â I replied.
âYes, you just dreamed The Magnificent Seven. Thatâs one of the best movies ever made,â said Sylvester.
âI thought it was a fantasy about masculinity and white privilege wrapped up in a self righteous superior message, all avoiding the whole gun thing, and how itâs a penis substitute and actually theyâd all rather be playing with their wieners. Except Yul Brynner. No, If he was coming after me with that huge weapon of his. Well, letâs just say I wouldnât be running away all that fast.â I replied. âCan you imagine,â I said my thoughts drifting off. ââŠfalling, and Yul leaning over you and reaching down and pulling you to your feet, and grabbing a great handful of ass and rippingâŠ.â My voice tailed off. Sometimes I do forget not to speak my thoughts.
I continued, âBut, yes, still one of the best movies ever made.â
Bringing a note of levity to the conversation Sebastian chimed in, âTheyâre all gone nowâŠâ
And what a time it would be to have a magnificent seven. With trans rights, and democracy itself on the ropes, we see so many hard won advances in decline. Things will turn around again soon. And in the meantime I think we have to support our trans sisters, regardless of what stage they are at, wherever we find them. Remember, youâre not alone. There are many of us here.
Enjoy the video clip below.
😊
Fiona