As a postmortem to the “Just Like a Woman” movie watch party, I outlined the major crossdressing themes that stood out to me, complete with minute markers and my thoughts!
What is there to do in this new quarantined era? Do we need to return to our closet? What happens when your wife knows and supports your feminine side, but, now, you play host for an unexpected extended family as they exodus from the hotter epicenters?
From my calculations it seems that Savannah has lived a public and out-loud life for less than two years. Savannah is barely out of her Terrible Twos!! No wonder she is always so whiny, demanding and cranky!! Sure, we could add a formulaic factor for the fact that I have matured as a human being in “real-time”, but Lindsey’s words made me realize that it is possible that my, sometimes, lack of esteem and self-confidence—in my voice, my mannerisms, and my look—could be attributed to the fact that Savannah has only experienced two years of actual “out-loud” life.
The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance…
I wonder often about beauty. I strive for a version of it every time I pull out my makeup case and prepare to transform into my Savannah persona. Every time I look in the mirror—after donning my wig and brushing it out—I question why I even bother to try.
A non-binary, straight male-to-female crossdresser and a Christian, conservative, Republican, pro-Trump woman walk into a Starbucks… Good jokes have begun with less. My pre-amble to this story didn’t happen exactly that way, as I’m sure you know…
t the meeting, I told the group that I was going to use this Pride Month to be more visible in a different way. While social media and the news outlets are talking all about the parades and the marches and festivities, I decided to take the message of Savannah to the mean streets. Of course, I am not foolish enough to do something drastic, but some would say what I am doing is drastic… and foolish.
Judy and I attended our first Keystone Conference this year, having the honor of meeting like-minded individuals and presenting details about our own journey.
Many have designated Halloween as that one American holiday where closeted male to female crossdressers get enough courage to venture out of the house dressed as a girl.
What drives people to fear the crossdressing male? Are people so ingrained with the indoctrination of their faith, their upbringing, or generally accepted social constructs, that they forget about how their faith tells them to love each other, their upbringing tells them to be kind and good people, and the idea of society is to be social and accepting in order to build a better community?