Archive for November, 2007

Figleaf on crossdressing

November 30, 2007

One of my favorite bloggers, Figleaf, of Real Adult Sex, posts on the problem with crossdressing: (it’s an older post but worth reading)

I don’t have a problem with cross-dressing per se. Whatever blows up your skirt, as my mother-in-law sometimes says. The couple of times I’ve tried it were interesting enough. It’s just that… well, it’s just that… women’s-cut clothes rarely look very good on men.

Case in point, check out this photo of former New York Mayor (and current Republican Presidential candidate) Rudolph Giuliani.

They took a bunch of women’s clothes that would fit him at the broadest point — his shoulders — and then padded the rest of him to fill in all the spaces women go but men don’t. Then they stuck a wig on him, which is fine I suppose, but then they threw on a bunch of make-up using patterns that might accentuate the geometry of the average woman’s face but kind of conflicts with Giulianis geometry.

Net effect? He’s not dressed *like* a woman, he’s dressing *as if* he really was a woman. It’s an unsuccessful deception.

PLEASE mess with Texas!

November 29, 2007

Oh my goodness this piece in The Daily Texan, by Ryan Haecker is one of the dumbest things I’ve ever read! (via Figleaf)

Dresses epitomize womanhood in the Western world. Such has been the case since the western man adopted pants to replace the tunic in the sixth century (an aspect of the West’s Germanic barbarian heritage). Dresses allow us to differentiate between the silhouettes of men and women on restroom signs. Dresses are the indelible image of womanhood because of the symbolic nature of pants and dresses. If all fashions are symbolic, dresses in particular symbolize womanhood by more fully embodying the ideal of a true lady, the objective understanding of what men find attractive in the fairer sex: passivity, domesticity, childrearing, coital love, piety and fertility. These defining aspects of womanhood are immutable. We all tacitly reaffirm these attributes in our attempts to find a partner. Flirtation and courtship are reaffirmations of what it means to be masculine and feminine because it is only by fulfilling the obligation of our form that we can attract the opposite sex.

You might say these things were once true but times have changed. Not so. The nature of sexual attractiveness in women is objective, immutable and incontrovertible because it is directly related to the constant and unchanging physiology of men and women. What men find attractive in women is fixed because the physiology of humanity has been relatively unchanged. In this way, the ideal form of femininity is also unchangeable and without regard for cultural context or time period. What men find attractive in women – the form of a true lady – is objectively identifiable, just as it was in the time of Nebuchadnezzar. In short, femininity is sexy, and sexy is timeless and universal.

It seriously gets even worse:

The androgynous masculinization of the modern woman, through the donning of pants, suits, uncovered shoulders and unveiled hair, has in a sense led to the slow whorification of ladyhood.

I would try to rebut it but I think any thinking person can see why his blanket dismissal of pants, feminism, and, well, the entire 21st century, perhaps, is so misguided. Wonder what he thinks about men in dresses and whether they count as that “essential part of a true lady’s attire?” The ironic thing is that I almost exclusively wear skirts and dresses; probably less than five times a year do I wear pants. But not because I want to be “ladylike.” Because I’m femme and that’s how I feel the hottest!

Crossdressing book release party TONIGHT!

November 29, 2007

Erotic Stories cover

6PM Crossdressing

6PM Reception, 7PM Program, $10. With Editor Rachel Kramer Bussel & authors Helen Boyd and Veronica Vera, respectively pictured below:

Caught reading by Anya Garrett

Veronica Vera, reading at True Sex Confessions Night April 18th

“Explore the erotic thrill of crossing the gender divide and mixing things up in these sultry stories about slipping into something more comfortable. From a femme who channels Marlene Dietrich in the sexiest of suits to a high-powered male executive whose tearoom trick is thrilled by his lingerie, these characters boldly indulge their fantasies of being a girl . . . or a guy . . . for a night,” according to Crossdressing. Rachel Kramer Bussel is senior editor at Penthouse Variations, host of the In The Flesh Erotic Reading Series, and wrote the popular “Lusty Lady” column for The Village Voice. Helen Boyd is the author of My Husband Betty, which was a finalist for a Lambda Literary award, and the follow-up memoir, She’s Not the Man I Married. Veronica Vera ( is the author of Miss Vera’s Finishing School for Boys Who Want to Be Girls: Tips, Tales and Teachings from the Dean of the World’s First Crossdressing Academy and Miss Vera’s Crossdress for Success: A Resource Guide for Boys Who Want to Be Girls. Miss Vera’s Academy is in New York City.

The psychology of gender-bending in MMORPGs

November 29, 2007

Not strictly crossdressing, but of interest, I think, from MMORPG Blog

Perhaps this has happened to you or to someone you know: Two characters, one male and one female, are sitting together and enjoying each other’s company in their favorite MMORPG environment. After a bit of lively conversation, the male avatar decides to ask the all-important question:

Male Avatar: ASL?

Female Avatar: 25 M New York

Pregnant silence ensues.

Gender-bending. It happens all the time. Unless you play in a country like Korea, where game registration ID codes practically guarantee that the sex of the player’s character actually matches the player’s own sex, you’ve probably come across situations such as these. Reactions of players vary anywhere from curiosity to amusement to disgust.

Why do guys have female avatars, and why do gals have male avatars? Why is it even important to consider why?

Keep reading

What’s so wonderful about crossdressing erotica

November 28, 2007

Today I’ve got some takes on crossdressing and erotica, and why crossdressing and crossdressers are arousing.

First up is Fiona Locke guest blogging over at Lust Bites:

Cross-dressing is a common fetish if you mean men dressing as women. Transvestites describe the joy of wearing soft feminine things, so unlike male clothes. I experience the reverse when I hide my girlish curves in boys’ clothes. It’s strangely erotic, the thick and unflattering cotton Y-fronts and boxer shorts that cover so much more than a flimsy pair of knickers. I feel surprisingly vulnerable, stripped of my feminine wiles and charms. The strict headmaster of my fantasies might take pity on a whimpering girl, but he’s not about to be lenient with a boy.

I’ve done a lot of roleplay as a boy. School canings across my taut schoolboy shorts. Formal 19th century birchings in my Eton tailsuit. ‘Rent boy’ scenes in my Edwardian boy’s suit. (Honestly, before Tipping the Velvet, I had no idea any other girls were into dressing as boys.)

I have some modern clothes too; teen boys’ stuff fits me pretty well. I have to bind my breasts and tuck my hair up under a hat, but I’m reasonably convincing if I don’t have to talk. My boyfriend took me to a strip club in the States once and the low lights helped my disguise. One of the dancers asked if I was gay, but she didn’t suspect I was a girl! Using the gents’ loo was an especially naughty thrill, though I didn’t have the courage to use the urinal. I chickened out and went for the privacy of the stall with the locking door.

Then she’s got an excerpt from a storywith a narrator who “always wanted to know what it’s like to be punished as a boy.”

Portia Da Costa, in “He’s Not Just a Pretty Face…” gives her “Thoughts on Men in Frocks,” also at Lust Bites:

I’ve always had a fondness for writing about men who dress as women. I fact in Not Just a Pretty Face, the second story I ever had published, way back in 1991, Rosie, the heroine thought she might be a lesbian because she fell in love with her glamorous new ‘female’ boss, Ellis. Of course she pretty soon found out that the beautiful creature she so fancied was a ‘he’ and that she wasn’t gay after all… because she’d subconsciously sensed what was under Ellis’s elegant skirt.

I’m not sure why I like to put drag queens and transvestites in my stories. I can’t think of any deep psychological reason for it, other than I’m fascinated by duality, by people having one or more different personae, and assuming masks and disguises and being someone else. Like Clark Kent turning into Superman, Michael turning into Dorothy in Tootsie… like a quiet living, perfectly ordinary and unremarkable Yorkshirewoman turning into Portia Da Costa when she turns to her ‘dark side’ and writes hot erotic romance.

And Crossdressing: Erotic Stories contributor Debra Hyde talks about her story “Just Like a Boy:”

In Crossdressing, I explored my own desire to genderbend. The tale itself isn’t autobiographical — that Master/boy scenario did not go down that way — but the character’s childhood history was my own. Yes, I did indeed have gender presentation arguments with my mom at that catalystic age of three, but I think my father’s acceptance of his outdoor-sy tomboy daughter mitigated the mother/daughter stress.

However, that tomboy default of mine has long had me interested in straight women genderbending. Men crossdressing — whether’s it’s through a domination-based force feminization, or the mere sexual arousal of silk against the skin, or some level of residual glamrock from decades past — we’re erotically acclimated to those elements of male-centered crossdressing. And we’re familiar with the man queer permutations of gender identity. In fact, it’s those very permutations of gender fucking, originating for me in Pat Califia’s fiction, that led me to write Just Like a Boy years ago. I wrote that tale as a voice for my own permutation: that of a bisexual woman connecting to queerness her desire to pack a stiffy and get off on men’s cocks. It was my inner tranny fag speaking volumes. Thankfully, Rachel understood.

Erotic Stories cover

The Kinsey Sicks

November 27, 2007

The Kinsey Sicks are a fabulous drag group who you should check out pronto, if you haven’t already. Here’s a clip of them performing at a university, and there’s much more of them on YouTube.

They’re performing right now, through December 2nd, in NYC, then are onto Los Angeles and beyond, and have a DVD out called I Wanna Be A Republican. Love it! Trailer below.

Murray Hill on drag kings and

November 22, 2007

David Shankbone interviews Murray Hill at Wikinews:

DS: You don’t like the phrase drag king, is that correct?
MH: No, somebody said that—The New York Times wrote an article about me and they made it seem like I don’t like the phrase ‘drag king’. What I tried to explain to them is that I don’t like to be labeled as anything that people form a very narrow viewpoint about. This goes for drag king, this goes for anything else. When you say ‘drag king’ it’s a very specific thing.

DS: What is a drag king?
MH: A cross-dresser who does some kind of performance, and I think I am much more than that. I really hammered the press about this and I finally got to a point where I think when people assume that somebody is queer, or different, or trans, they always want to put something before their name. And that is what drag king has been. Why can’t you just call me a comedian like Jerry Seinfeld is called a comedian?

DS: What do you think people think of when they hear ‘drag king’?
MH: I’m not really sure. I think that they immediately think lesbian and sexuality as a show, as a spectacle. It’s a longer discussion, with drag queen and somebody like Justin Bond and somebody like Lady Bunny. They are two totally different types of people and perform two different types of ways. Lady Bunny is a drag queen—

DS: Who is rarely divorced from that personality—
MH: Well, who knows. I’ve known her for ten years and I’ve only known her as Lady. Justin Bond doesn’t go by drag queen; he says he is a transgendered artist. It’s much more fluid. And I think I’m more in that camp.

New book – Big Wigs: Stories of a Straight Girl in a Drag Queen’s World

November 20, 2007

Big Wigs: Stories of a Straight Girl in a Drag Queen’s World

Publisher description:

Author Heather Haneman has an obvious way with words. In her delightful debut book, she brings a smart, sassy style to the world of drag. Big Wigs: Stories of a Straight Girl in a Drag Queen’s World will entertain, enlighten and inform. For nearly twenty years, Heather has been a backup dancer in some of the most extraordinary revues imaginable. Not bad for a Missouri girl, an admitted “late bloomer” who thought that drag described the life of someone involved in professional auto racing. Then she arrived in Chicago. As a straight girl in a drag queen’s world, Heather has developed a saucy, street-smart attitude, along with an unblushingly provacative persona and an always energetic wit. She already had the breasts. Bigs Wigs is funny and flamboyant, but at its heart is an appreciation and respect for people, no matter what type of equipment that they’re packing. In the end, it’s an odyssey of humor and humanity. What a ride. What a read.

“In support of drag queens everywhere,” Chicago Sun-Times

The first time she was mistaken for a man — in a Dallas elevator during the Miss Gay U. S. of A. pageant — she was hooked. Soon she was dancing in competitions all over the country.

Nobody does “over the top” like a drag queen, says Haneman. “One minute we’re doing ‘Hairspray,’ now we’re doing ‘Evita,’ now we’re doing this crazy Cher medley. You kind of get lost in it. You forget it’s a female impersonator and you feel like you’re dancing with Cher, and that you’re this amazing celebrity.

“It’s so spectacular that it would be hard to give that up,” she says. “Another 10 years is probably it.”

Haneman, who grew up in a St. Louis suburb, has a daytime “nerd job” as a health club business director. She’s also graduating from Northeastern in December. She’s single, but she doesn’t fault the crowd she runs with.

“It’s a true test of people’s comfort and acceptance if you say, ‘I’m dancing in a drag show this weekend, wanna come?’ ” says Haneman. “At first, they’re a little confused by it. But if it’s a person of quality, they say, ‘OK, let’s check this out.’ ”

As for the book, she had assumed that gay men would be her target audience. But “the people who are most interested in it tend to be Midwest housewives and straight men,” says Haneman. “They have these misconceptions in their minds, that it’s seedy or X-rated.”

Sweatshop Sissy on Crossdressing

November 20, 2007

Blogger Sweatshop Sissy likes Crossdressing: Erotic Stories

For me, the desire to cross-dress is almost impossible to resist (I’m a full-time panty boy) and the sexual charge isn’t the only reason why I do it, but it’s a big part. For some reason I’d never even considered the hotness of cross-dressing from anybody elses point of view and  I’m really embarrassed to admit that I was really surprised by most of the stories in this collection.

I’ve always known that clothes (outer and under) can change how I feel about myself, can even change my persona and clothes certainly change how others see and react to me so it shouldn’t have been that surprising that lots of other people get off on it as well. From male, female, straight, gay, lesbian, transgender and any combination thereof, these stories were hot hot hot. There were stories of how clothing can blur the gender lines and shake up sexual orientation, if only for a night. There were stories of sexy secrets hidden beneath the outer shell and stories of how donning a different costume can reveal an inner passion, and not just in the cross-dresser.

You can read part one of my man in panties story “A Cute Idea” at Eros-Zine, here’s the first part:

It started out as a cute idea, inspired by my boyfriend Neil’s close-to-perfect ass. He was naked, his tall, slim body bending over our dresser, burrowing around to try to find the pair of boxers he was sure was buried deep inside, even though he hadn’t done his laundry in weeks, maybe months. We’d reached a détente where I left him alone about the state of his dirty clothes hamper as long as he eventually got, or bought, clothes that wouldn’t make me crinkle my nose in alarm. He’d done pretty well over the last few months, though he was nowhere near approximating my weekly clothes wash, and he simply laughed when he found my voluminous collection of sexy, lacy, very delicate, expensive panties, garters, stockings and bras drying in our bathroom.

As I looked at his ass, which is, inarguably, the sexiest part of his rock-hard body (though there was plenty of close competition from his solid chest, strong arms, which he uses to carry me when I’m too tired to walk to the car at night, and, of course, amazing cock), the part I loved to grab, fondle, squeeze, and sometimes spank, an idea came to me. I heard him muttering to himself and knew he was probably out of briefs and even out of boxers, which were a far second in his choice of intimate apparel. “Hey honey, I have an idea. Why don’t you put on a pair of my panties? Maybe those new pink ones, with the bows,” I said, remembering our devilishly fun time shopping for the sexy pair, which I’d modeled for him in the dressing room.

Erotic Stories cover