Posts Tagged ‘gender’

Why Ugly Betty’s Alexis Meade is important

March 12, 2008

From the wonderful blog Transgriot:

Rebecca Romijn’s Alexis Meade character is that important, peeps. While Ms. Romijn isn’t transgender, her character, like Uhura 40 years before is a representative of a group marginalized in American society. Alexis is not only intelligent and beautiful, but is shown in a position of power and influence. The reactions of her family members ranging from her mother Claire’s total acceptance of her daughter to her father Bradford’s outright rrejection and her brother Daniel struggling with the changes in their relationship mirror what goes on in our lives.

She also gives non-transgender people a glimpse of the prejudice we face, the alienation that we experience from friends and family alike, our complicated love lives, and the gut wrenching emotions we go through before and after transition. I could write posts every day for the next ten years about these issues, but a top rated TV show such as Ugly Betty in the one hour it’s on the air reaches more people than Bilerico and my TransGriot one combined.

Like the unknown positive effects of Nichelle Nichols’ Uhura that became apparent decades later, how many transkids who are being teased, tormented and bullied flip on Ugly Betty and are reassured by Rebecca’s character they aren’t alone, they aren’t freaks and they can one day BE Alexis Meade? How many of those transkids will be inspired to do great things because of this character?

Pretty Delia CD- adult site and blog

February 19, 2008

Sorry for the lack of posting, I’ve been really busy. I just discovered Delia’s Den, and feel like I don’t know where I’ve been! I found her trhough a twitter post from TastyTrixie, and you can also follow Delia on Twitter.

Here’s a bit from a post last month:

The main reason we were down in Portland was to meet with my doctor and make sure that everything was okay with me before starting on hormone replacement therapy. Everything went pretty well, though my liver function was a little off. They just want to keep an eye on it so I’ll have to do another blood test in a month or so.

I’ll be starting out with a fairly low dosage of estrogen (estradiol) and a testostorone “blocker” spironolactone. I’ve been taking regular aspirin to reduce the chance of any blood clotting but the Dr said I could just use the childrens chewable which is nice to know. So I have the prescriptions in hand now it’s just a matter of getting pregnant.

Check her out on her blog and website.

Michael Thomas Ford’s awesome drag photos

January 20, 2008

I’ve been reading and enjoying the writing of Michael Thomas Ford for years – he writes erotica and now, mainly, gay male fiction, but also does tons of other stuff. Here’s also on Flickr and these are a few of his amazing drag photos – titles by him:

Breakfast at Dunkin’ Donuts

When did I get knocked up? Test Shot 05

Mrs. Evelyn Burnham hates Christmas Shopping

October 25 2007: Ode to Chrissy Amphlett

And my personal favorite (though the Dunkin’ Donuts one is a close second, I just have a weakness for men wearing lipstick):

Happy Birthday David Johansen!

“Norman (Genderqueer) Rockwell” by Meg Daly

January 1, 2008

A 2004 article (but still very interesting) about a crossdresser (and Silverton, Oregon city official!) by Meg Daly:

Rasmussen says he has been a cross-dresser all his life, though he has only been out for the past 10 years. For many years he was ashamed; he thought he was the only man in the world with a proclivity for women’s clothing and therefore must be “sick and bad.” Then an Internet search revealed a much wider world to him and, he says, “the floodgates opened.”

He found his way to Northwest Gender Alliance, which he credits with helping him get to a place of being comfortable with himself. In the mid-1990s he started getting his nails done and was soon going out in public dressed entirely in women’s attire. Though he was terrified at first, he soon realized “90 percent of the problems [he faced] were right between my own ears.”…

Comfortable with the terms genderqueer and transgender, he says he has nonetheless never considered having a sex change.

“I can be perfectly happy in a man’s body,” he says.

He did, however, save up his money and get breast implants four years ago.

“Cleavage is a cross-dresser’s nirvana,” he says. He had worn prosthetic breasts for a few years to “try out being a guy with breasts.” Now that he has the real thing, he says he has regretted it “for all of about 15 seconds” when he first opened his eyes after the surgery.

One of his favorite adornments for his bust is a T-shirt he had made that answers any silent passersby who may be wondering, “Why does Stu do that?” It reads simply: “Because girls have more fun. ”

The life of the teenage crossdresser

December 18, 2007

I just discovered the blog “Being a teenage crossdresser,” which is about:

The pleasure & difficulty of being a teenage crossdresser and more. I ain’t just a crossdresser, i have a life aswell. This blog just keeps my diary of all events, not just crossdress related ones.

It’s written by Alice, an 18-year-old student, who can read more about here.


Photo via Flickr

Here’s a sampling:

When I cycled in for my lecture later, I decided to bring some cash so that I could waste time (and money) in the city while I wait for my presentation. The lecture was interesting but I knew most of it. I walked to town through a beautiful and ancient path designed for the students for my very purpose. I had nothing that I wanted to buy; I only wished to peruse what was on sale. I walked around the market for a while and then went clothes shopping. The thrill of walking in the women’s section of a store is something that only crossdressers know. The excitement of the forbidden and the lure of the pretty things.

I feel extra special, for I have a deep belief that it shouldn’t be forbidden. For me, the act is a rebellious one. I am saying ‘yes I am a man, and yes I like women’s clothes’. We should be able to buy what we want, not what is prescribed for us by sex, fashion or anything.

My mini rebellion went unnoticed and I started the walk back to university to give my presentation. The pre-stage jitters were starting in my stomach. I was hurled back to my GCSE Drama where I was frequently forced to perform. I used to love this feeling. It is anticipation mixed with dread, mixed with the glory of completing it later. I was in a musical or two in my last school but I was on anti-depressants and as such, I didn’t feel too many emotions.

Now I feel it more than ever. It was almost erotic how I was paralysed by fear and excited at the same time. Angela Carter in her infinite wisdom wrote about the stage in her novel Wise Children. Among a multitude of quotations I could use, the way she describes the wait for the curtain coming up is the most powerful for me. ‘We were wet for it!’ Simple and beautifully true. All erotic symbolism of the theatre aside, it was exactly what I was feeling about giving a presentation to my discussion group (a slightly less romantic setting).

Alice also has a link to a fabulous page of information called Speaking of Crossdressing, which answers questions such as Why do people crossdress? and How do you supplement your bust line? Here’s a snippet:

Are you trying to pass as a female? “Passing” is a big deal in the crossdressing community and it shouldn’t be. Many CDs sustain a fantasy about passing, I suspect it’s because they imagine they won’t be noticed and thereby held accountable for their actions. The makeup becomes a mask, providing anonymity. So they wear short skirts, fishnet hose, and 6″ spike heels at the mall! Go figure. Those who have a brain in their heads will dress with a certain degree of age-appropriate style and panache, always looking nice; so even if they are “clocked” others will respect them for maintaining an aura of decorum. I want to project as nice an image as I can, so I go the extra mile with hair, makeup, figure enhancements, etc. Many people still see me as a man in a dress, but at least they see a stylish, fashionable man in a dress. In reality, most folks are just too self-absorbed in their own worlds to notice or care much at all about the people around them.

As far as I’m concerned, it’s not passing I’m after – it’s acceptance or, at least, tolerance. That puts the onus on others; if I get clocked and the observers still treat me with respect, they pass!

Bridesmen are the new bridesmaids

December 17, 2007

Not exactly crossdressing, but gender role reversal nonetheless…


Patrick Dempsey plays a bridesman in the upcoming romantic comedy ‘Made of Honor.’
image via New York Daily News

“Here come the bridesmen,” New York Daily News

Always a bridesmaid? Not anymore. These days, more and more men are being asked by close female friends to represent them as bridesmaids, while more women are crossing the aisle to support their male pals.

When Katherine Heigl marries her long-term boyfriend, Josh Kelley, on Dec. 23, her best buddy and “Grey’s Anatomy” co-star, T.R. Knight, will be in her bridal party.

Maybe Heigl whispered something about her real-life plan in the ear of “Grey’s” Patrick Dempsey, because the trend hits the big screen in May in Dempsey’s romantic comedy “Made of Honor,” where McDreamy himself plays a male maid of honor who, naturally, ends up in love with the bride.

In reality, though, the gender bending of wedding parties has been growing over the past couple of years.

“It’s definitely a rising trend. We’ve seen more and more weddings come through that have these mixed gender parties and I think it has to do with couples marrying older,” says Kathleen Murray, deputy editor of The Knot magazine. “People are now more established in life and have a varied network of friends when they finally get married.”

In fact, 60% of Knot readers said they weren’t opposed to a having a member of the opposite sex in their wedding party. “Nowadays, people have co-workers of the opposite sex who have become their best friends and they’re not afraid to break the rules and not afraid to break the tradition to include the people who are most important to them in their wedding.”

Men in makeup

December 16, 2007

Just a personal observation – I think Brian Molko of the band Placebo is totally hot, especially in lipstick:

Brian Molko is freaking hot

And check out this article about makeup being marketed to men.

Holly Doss, a Los Angeles-based makeup artist with an eponymous cosmetics brand, also believes discretion is the key to introducing men to makeup.

“Most of the feedback I’ve gotten,” she says, “is that they want to buy makeup without ever having to leave their home. They don’t want to go and try anything out in ‘real life.'”

Doss, who has worked in the entertainment industry under the tutelage of celebrity makeup artist Trish McEvoy, primarily sells foundation and concealer from her unisex line to men who want to look polished, but not pretty. She says they like that they can use their fingers for a fuss-free application.

Crossdresser transformations and makeovers

December 15, 2007

A drag queen transforms herself:

Gender Offenders do Christmas in Iraq

December 8, 2007

Via New York Press comes word about Gender Offenders, who have a one-night only show., Christmas in Iraq, tomorrow, December 8th – the 8 pm show is sold out but you can get tix for the 10 pm showing.

Gender Offenders was formed in 2006 by a group of radical, queer artists seeking to break traditional ideas of gender and sexuality as well as address ideological constraints imposed onto individuals by mainstream society, government and religious dogma. Gender Offenders is dedicated to pushing the envelope and advancing live performance by creating politically and socially relevant work. Infusing burlesque, music, mixed-media and traditional theatrical conventions, GO desires to create visually stimulating works that ask questions and provide new ideas for all types of audiences.

Crossdressing: Erotic Stories reviewed on Blogcritics

December 6, 2007

Erotic Stories cover

Crossdressing: Erotic Stories just got its first mainstream (as in, nonerotica-specific) review, at Blogcritics, and they didn’t really like it much:

The book opens with “Temporary,” a tale of a M2F transsexual who seduces a straight male dishwasher. Every time it starts to get sexy, some hideous cliche ruins the mood. I think author Tulsa Brown is the only person outside a trashy Harlequin romance to still use “meat” as a euphemism for penis.

Most of the stories are told first person, which, quite frankly, grows tiresome. In a collection that is about gender bending, it is often hard to tell if the narrator is male, female, or someone in between. The stories all feel too awkwardly personal. It is like reading a collection of coming out of the closet stories.

Some of the good: “A Cute Idea” by collection editor Rachel Kramer Bussel is easily the best in the collection. It is a playful and sexy tale of a woman dressing her boyfriend in her sexiest see-through panties. “I Need a Man” is a short, very hot tale of a girl dressing up like a man for her girlfriend.

As for my take, obviously I liked the stories, ’cause I published them, but more specifically, I LOVE the fact that these stories are so personal. Speaking of which, I can’t wait to get the video up of me reading Ryan Field’s “Down the Basement” – so, so hot!

For now, if you haven’t read the book, here are excerpts from Andrea Dale’s “I Need a Man” followed by Ryan Field’s “Down the Basement” – Enjoy!

Kim had done a great job, I had to say, right down to using a men’s aftershave rather that her usual perfume. But when we went cheek-to-cheek on the dance floor, I caught the underlying scent that was so very her.

My nipples hardened under my ripped Mötley Crüe T-shirt. I hadn’t figured it out, but Kim had put it all together and dug out my ultimate fantasy. I didn’t want a boy, not really. I wanted to pretend I was with a pretty boy.

The fact that it was someone I loved made it even better.

Then she flexed her hips, and I felt her other surprise pressing against my mound.
“Well, hel-lo,” I said.

She laughed and nipped my earlobe. “Special present, just for you,” she whispered. She slid her hands around my hips and pulled me close, grinding the fake erection against me.

The room spun. Or maybe it was just me, spinning on the heady lust of being in the arms of my girlfriend, who’d dressed like a man to tap into my darkest dreams, a fake cock nudging against my crotch. The promise of sex later or, if we weren’t careful, some serious pleasure right here on the dance floor, in front of everyone.
You can’t wear panties under spandex. Not even a thong. So the fact was, I knew immediately just how wet I was getting, and given a little more time, when we pulled apart, the rest of the bar would know, too.

“Come home with me?” Kim growled in my ear, still in persona. She punctuated the words with a series of thrusts, and if the question had taken longer, I would’ve climaxed right there.

“I’ll follow you,” I said.

Because at that moment, I would’ve followed her anywhere…

From the super-hot “Down the Basement,” in which a gay man dressed in drag on Halloween finds himself in a basement with four frat boys:

The one who wanted me on his lap, the leader of the pack, stood and walked over to a bookcase where there was a large television and one of those small Bose radios. He turned on the radio and turned up the volume, and Mary K. Blige began to sing. “Let’s dance,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me off the sofa.

The other three, still passing the joint around, howled, “Go man, yeah, look at her move.”

I fell into his strapping body and placed my arms around his wide shoulders. He pulled me closer, and then put his rough hands under my dress and lifted it all the way up to my waist so the other guys could see him petting my bare ass. We began to dance very slowly; I arched my back and invited him to play with my ass cheeks while I rubbed the back of his thick neck. His breath smelled like pot and beer; I slowly licked the stubble below his ear, and he moaned. One of the guys on the sofa, a tall, lanky dude with huge hands, stood and staggered up behind me. He put his hands around my waist, shoved his crotch against my ass and began to slowly hump his erection banging against the crack of my ass. I reached down with my right hand and began to massage the one in front; an erection so hard and thick I felt it pulse through the fabric of his football pants. He leaned forward and stuck his tongue in my mouth while the one behind me reached down and began to gently squeeze my ass.

I knew I had to change course; the next drunken move would be to reach between my legs for a pussy that wasn’t there. So I untangled myself from the sandwich and said, “Okay, boys, everyone on the sofa.”

They were eager to please; the joint was finished, and they were all too wasted to remember anything by that point. The leader, who’d brought me down there in the first place, sat off to the side at the edge of the sofa and watched; the other three sat next to each other. I slowly went down on my knees and began to unlace the football pants of the one who had been behind me dancing. I pulled his pants down to his knees; a nine-inch erection popped out because he wasn’t wearing underwear…

Read the rest in Crossdressing: Erotic Stories!