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Trina Jackson

We’re everywhere, we’re everywhere!

I was out twice over the weekend and both times I encountered a transwoman. Friday, I went to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription and the woman who waited on me was trans. Saturday, my family dined out to celebrate Father’s Day and while we were finishing dinner, a couple was seated a few tables away from us and the woman in the couple was trans.

I could be wrong, but in both cases the women were tall, big-boned, wide-shouldered and spoke with male voices. But what gave them away is not the point I am trying to make. My point is how it is becoming more common to see transpeople out and about among civilians (at least in this neck of the woods).

Speaking of which, Aunty sent me a link about a high school in Louisiana (not in my neck of the woods) that nominated an openly transgender girl to homecoming court! Click here to view the story.

Then there is Jan Jönsson, the Swedish Liberal Party leader, who released a video of himself dressed in drag (photo above) reading a fairy tale to children. But in a cutting dialog with the camera, he addresses adults, not kids. Click here to view the story on LGBTQ Nation.

Finally, Zoe reminded me that two transwomen took home Tony Awards last week: J. Harrison Ghee and Alex Newell.

We’re everywhere, we’re everywhere!

Wearing Ann Taylor

Jim Carrey femulating in the 2005 film Fun with Dick and Jane.

Happy Father’s Day!

Source: Best Wig Outlet

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Femulating Fathers Fashion Show

Gender on Her Mind

By Paula Gaikowski

Stana’s blog post “Gender on My Mind” prompted me to examine a lifetime of gender thoughts. 

There are some out there who discover their gender identity at an older age. The popular expression currently is “to have your egg crack.” 

For me, I’ve always known and my narrative will mirror so many of you out there. I started crossdressing at 8 years old and have never stopped. I prayed myself to sleep hoping to wake up a girl. I did what I had to fit in and get along, but always felt I was just going through the motions. I never really had a passion for sports, academics, or career. 

I joined the Air Force at the prodding of my parents. I did well in the Air Force in a technical field, a masculine environment where even the woman I worked with dressed as I did wearing fatigues. 

When I got out of the Air Force, I still had no plans for my life or the future. I was offered a great job at a high-tech company, so I started work there. What I saw the first week there astonished me and made me realize why I felt so lost and aimless. 

I never had been around or worked with office women. About half the employees were women and the dress of the day was professional, skirt suits, dresses, heels, pantyhose, make-up. Big hair and designer purses were de rigueur. They talked about fashion, family, cooking and romance. I could relate. I was enamored. These were my people, my tribe. I wanted so bad to be like them.  I wanted in. 

I remember getting my first paycheck and cashing it at the local bank, then going to the mall and buying a dress like one I has seen a woman wearing in the office. It was way too small, a size 10. I sat in the car and opened the bag and looked at it reflectively. I remember being so bewildered and confused and thinking please someone help me.

Wearing Lilla P

Suzanne shopping selfie

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Beautiful Boys in Belgium

A Little Herstory

Darrell G. Raynor

A Year Among the Girls by Darrell G. Raynor was the first book about transvestism that I ever encountered. 

One day in the summer of 1968, I was perusing the paperback racks at Bradlees when I spotted the book in the non-fiction section. Holy Moley – a book about my secret hobby! I had to buy it and read it, but I was too embarrassed to do take the book to the cashier and returned home without the book.

For the next 24 hours, all I did was think about the book and the next day, I returned to Bradlees determined to purchase the book and damn the torpedoes. I got the book from the rack and handed it to the cashier to ring it up. She glanced at the book, smirked and asked me for my money to complete the purchase.

I returned home, read the book from cover to cover and received an education about transvestism in the USA in the 1960’s. The book did not help me figure things out, but it did make me aware that there were more guys dressing as girls than I had originally suspected.

The book was such an eye-opener. Back then, there was next to no information available on the subject unless you frequented the right (wrong) bookstores or received mail wrapped in plain brown paper. So I was amazed that there were adult males dressing up and socializing as women!

Much of the book revolves around a resort in the Poconos where transvestites met to do their thing. The owner later sold that resort and purchased a large house in the Catskills that became the famous Casa Susanna.

The history of the book, its author and those getaway places in the Poconos and Catskills always fascinated me. So I was very happy to discover that Zagria recently covered the subject in detail in two installments of her blog, A Gender Variance Who’s Who. Click here and here to read parts I and II. 

Enjoy!

Wearing Boston Proper

Modern Grandfather

Someday Funnies: So True

Wearing Chicwish

Primpin’ in the boys’ room

Visiting Friday on Monday

The mystery photo in Friday’s Femulator slot garnered one clue: the portrait in the image is King Willem-Alexander of The Netherlands. The cis-gender woman and alleged femulator remained unidentified. 

Researching the matter, I discovered that King Willem-Alexander and his Queen Maxima are supporters of LGBT folks. In fact, the Queen attended a transgender symposium in Amsterdam in 2016. So that lends some credence that the taller woman the photo is a femulator.

Regarding Friday’s post, “Gender on My Mind,” Paula commented that if a person constantly questions their gender, thinks about gender, crossdresses, fantasizes about being a girl, a secretary, or wife, spends their whole life just contemplating this conundrum then you can conclude that that person is transgender. That fits me to a T!

Last week was stressful. A number of things went wrong topped off by a Friday night visit to the ER (for my wife, not me). Looking at a half full glass, my wife is OK now, the ER is only four miles from my home and we were back home by midnight.

And so it goes.

Wearing Joie

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Wearing New York & Company

Cecil Beaton