A Parisian Friendship

By: Maze Walker ([email protected])

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A Parisian Friendship

	Ben looked outside his Parisian townhouse and
noted the refined woman standing by the doorway, the
very one who had made his dinner party the other evening
such a tremendous success. With all her riches she was
plainly dressed, and unattended. He opened the door, and
gave her his most engaging smile that made a conquest of
most woman.

	“Come in my dear Countess, please do sit down.”
he said.
	She ignored his confusion with her title, as she was
one of the most titled woman in France, that was common.
“Dear Ben, you may call me by my second birth name
which is Genevieve. In fact my closest friends call me
Jenny, it is a name like the simple life that I try to lead.”
	
	“What honor then dear Jenny,  brings you back to
my humble house today?”

	“My dear friend, as you are one of the most
intelligent men that I have had the pleasure to meet I wish
to share my secret with you, and ask for some advice. I
also wish to warn you that my network of spies have
informed me that they are publishing an account of your
kissing me last night at your dinner party and begging me
to spend the night with you, when you called me your
Goddess.”

	“ I will admit to serving too much of your
countries outstanding vintage, we were all a little drunk.
Who then is this traitor, for surly it was me that they were
attacking, your reputation remains unblemished my dear
Countess.”

	“I have an idea who the bug was, in fact they
wrote from the viewpoint of a louse on my dress, as
indeed journalists often take that opinion of themselves.
Well, since I could ascertain that you knew the truth
concerning me, as you are a gentleman of science, I wish
to take you into my confidence.”

	“An privilege my great Lady.”

	“Dear Ben, I am neither male nor female but I see
myself as a third sex, a eunuch. Honi soit qui mal y
pense.”
(Shame to him who thinks evil of it)

	“I am moved that you would share that with me.”

	“Even with your glasses off, you knew.”

	“Yes, I suppose that I did, although anatomy is not
one of my principle interests.”

	“If only I could find a surgeon here in Paris I
would have the castration rendered tomorrow but as I am
such a public figure, there is not only the medical risk, but
my reputation as well.”

	“Yes, I can see where it might scar you.”

	Perhaps in your city of Philadelphia there exists
such a surgeon?”

	“No, dear Jenny off hand I can’t recall of any,
conceivably there is one such doctor, but for you to risk
crossing the Atlantic, and you would still be an enormous
celebrity in Philadelphia. You are the talk of the world
here in Europe, and we are not such a back water as you
might think.”

	“No matter, in my collection of books there are
several about the herbs that crush men’s desires. I use
them as I continue to tell the tale that I was a girl who
raised as a boy because of my father’s aspirations for me.”

	“And such a distinguished career as a man you had
Jenny, officer, diplomat, and spy. I hope like you that
history will make note of my accomplishments, and not my
sexuality.”

	“I am sure that it will, Ben. Now I dress simply as
a woman because it allows me to get closer to God and to
continue to preserve my virginity, not many men are
interested in a 50 year old virgin, yet woman have always
flirted with me when I presented myself as a man. I wish
just to live an unhampered life full of scholarship and
religious devotion, unfettered by sex.”

	“I never believed that you took any of the gossip
about yourself too seriously.”

	“Of course not, my true desire is my castration,
and spending the rest of my life as a eunuch. As I
mentioned before there are other ways. I have books from
the Persians on such concerns.”

	“I have heard that you have one of the finest
collections in France.”

	“Yes, that is correct.”

	“I would love to borrow anything you might have
about a special interest of mine.”

	“What is that, my dear friend?”

	“Oh a project that I have been working on for a
long time. It could help you perhaps as well, if I can
perfect it, ah but it would be very dangerous at this time,
when I return to America I will work on my idea.”

	“What is it Ben?”

	“I have been speculating about using string and
metal as a conductor to perform surgery, the problem is
obtaining the electricity.”

	“I do possess a book with reference to the Persians
using electrical batteries to carry out electroplating, I
would gladly lend it to you, and any additional treatise that
you would care to borrow.”

	“I would not feel right about borrowing your
books unless you accept my drawing card in exchange, so
you retain an account of the valuable works that I have
borrowed from your collection.”

	“If you insist, although I have trusted you with my
secret which I hope to take to my death bed, so I will
gladly lend you any book you wish.”

	“Perhaps I will take the liberty to borrow several
books then. In fact that is a splendid inspiration, a lending
liberty for the public, no that sounds too French for my
friends in Philadelphia. Perhaps I should call it a lending
library.”

	“Ben, you have so many commendable ideas.”

	“Well, let me labor on the notion of electrical
surgery. I think it’s the key to your predicament.”

	“I must go now, or there may truly be talk that we
are having an affair, I will have a servant send over the
books you desire.”

	“Goodbye my dear Chevalier d’ Eon, it’s been a
pleasure.”

	“Au revoir, Monsieur Benjamin Franklin. I
consider you now one of my most trusted friends.”

Note: Although this conversation is fiction, much of the
rest of the story is not. 

	 

	

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