Posts Tagged ‘teenager’

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!

“I Was a Teenage Drag Queen” Part 1

November 15, 2007

By Robert Joki, who will star in “How the Drag Queen Stole Christmas” on November 30th and December 1st at the Oakland Center for the Arts.

When I first came out of the closet I was wearing a pair of my mother’s shoes.  I tripped over a Bible and found myself in an extremely conservative suburb.  I wanted very much to meet other people like myself but I wasn’t sure how to do so…

I first found out about gay bars from a friend of mine.  Her aunt had a hair-drether who wath verrry into the club thene.  I remember I was shocked that such a place existed in Youngstown…a place where gay people congregated in public?  Who knew?  It was the answer to my problem…my need to be surrounded by people like myself.  There was one obstacle.  I was only 18 and you had to be 21 to even step foot in the bar. 

I wasn’t about to wait three years to get my freak on, so I started doing some research.  I found out from an online buddy that bouncers seldom checked the IDs of drag performers, especially if they hustled by with their arms full of wigs and costumes right as the show was about to begin.  So…I would show up the bar five minutes to showtime dressed in a plastic wig, wearing thrift store drag.  The big man at the door would let me in, I would do a couple of lip sync numbers, and then I would wash off the makeup, put on my boy clothes and enjoy the club scene.  After a few weeks of doing this, I became a familiar face and no one questioned my age.  I also started dating a guy who was fifteen years older than me…and people just assumed I was older.