Ze

Ze can't be a victim of sexual harassment against hirself...for now.

I fuck in Bèze.

Then one French-American sous-chef, still in his white kitchen gear, climbed down from the cockpit, where he had been inspecting the cabin, peering inside, murmuring, "wonderfool–wonderfool, ze workmansheep!"

At ze Palace of Beauxbatons, we ’ave ice sculptures all around ze Dining Chamber at Chreetsmas. Zey do not melt, of course … zey are like ’uge statues of diamond, glittering around ze place.

But I do know what sex ze is. It used to influence me. But now I talk to hir like a normal person. I mean, without thinking about what ze is.

A case in point is Tula, a transgendered woman who for years lived well as a model and actress until ze was outed in both national and international media.

Ze takes my right hand in hirs and folds it into a fist.

Ze changed hir name to one of those New Testament names, and re-fashioned hirself into a soft, puffy, half-finished hermaphrodite nicknamed, The Pop n' Fresh Doe.

Hir face was implacable, but ze dashed away in tears.

Ze, as he’s been nicknamed, charmed his country with his wit, his charisma, his irreverent talent.