It’s me! Oh, I know what you’re thinking out there: “Geez, TGWS you’ve been saying all along you’re a 26-handicap frantically trying to get yourself down to at least a 25”, but that’s before I realized that I was a Transhandicap. It wasn’t until I read about Rachel Dolezal claiming herself to be an African-American and “transracial” even though she’s as African-American as Paul Creamer.

You see, it was just the other night I awoke with a start and realized I’d been repressed by my own expectations and society (after all, you can’t be trans-anything without having society to blame!) into accepting my 26-handicapness. I mean, who am I, or society, or the Goodboys to identify me as a 26-handicap when all that does is manifest accepted societal definitions by folks of white privilege as to what kind of golfer I am. How dare they try to define me when I’m unique in the universe? How dare they expect me to submit to being some kind of number when I’m a human being, dammit. It’s not fair. It’s not right.

I will not be repressed, and I most certainly will not allow the definitions of others to categorize me as something I don’t identify myself with. If Rachel Dolezal can call herself an African-American and Bruce Jenner can call himself a woman, then why can’t I call myself a scratch golfer? So that’s it – going forward I have no handicap. You’re not gonna stick no number on me. Ya no soy un veinte seis handicap soy un cero !golfista

…I just hope my fellow Goodboys competitors don’t expect me to make bets accordingly.