Have you ever heard the saying “Always wear clean underwear. You never know when you’re going to be in an accident”? I always laughed at that statement. It seemed so trivial a statement. But, what do you do when you are a male-to-female crossdresser who wears feminine underwear 100% of the time?
What has become of us? Remember back In the day when you met people at a bar and only had to ask what their astrological sign was? Where the worst thing you had to deal with was whether their Pisces was compatible with your Taurus? And just knowing what their next drink was seemed to be good enough?
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.
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.
In the last few weeks I have been in conversation with my partner and other couples who have been discussing fetishes and how it applies to the act (or art) of crossdressing. A fetish is a form of sexual desire in which gratification is linked to an abnormal degree to a particular object, item of clothing, part of the body, etc.
I received my first negative comment yesterday attached to the post of the announcement of the release of Living with Crossdressing: Defining a New Normal. This woman’s comment advised me that crossdressing was not normal, but a schizophrenia on par with pedophilia and the mind of rapists.
Are people so insecure about who that are that they feel so threatened by Montreal-based artist Sophie Labelle and her weekly webcomic Assigned Male?
Could it be true? Is it possible that the average American citizen wouldn’t be up for hanging out with a transgender man or woman?
Why do we do the things we do? Why is it people in our own community can be harsh in their judgment of “our own kind”? Why does anyone care?