Showing posts with label Trans stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trans stuff. Show all posts

12.19.2008

I heart RuPaul like WHOA




















RuPaul's new show on Logo, "RuPaul's Drag Race," looks like well, the best reality show ever? Starts in February, you can read all the deliciousness at rupaulsdragrace.com.

11.14.2008

I'm thinking of buying some new art

There's been a ton of chatter about the Charlize Theron and Nicole Kidman film about the first post-op male to female transsexual. Nicky is set to play Einar Wegener (who becomes Lili Elbe) and Charlie is set to play Einar's wife, Gerda. This all takes place in the 1930s and I hope this film doesn't flop like a flounder.

But what is way more interesting is Gerda's hot, hot lesbian art. Check it out over at Dorothy Surrenders but be warned it is very much NSFW. Though, it would make a darn swell screensaver. The tie for my favorite goes to the hoopskirt adventure and the fingerfucking on the bed.

10.21.2008

Get cozy


Before you read this enthralling — but long — story about transgendered children.

"As a toddler, Brandon would scour the house for something to drape over his head—a towel, a doily, a moons-and-stars bandanna he’d snatch from his mother’s drawer. “I figure he wanted something that felt like hair,” his mother later guessed. He spoke his first full sentence at a local Italian restaurant: “I like your high heels,” he told a woman in a fancy red dress. At home, he would rip off his clothes as soon as Tina put them on him, and instead try on something from her closet—a purple undershirt, lingerie, shoes. “He ruined all my heels in the sandbox,” she recalls."

It's the conversation about nurture vs. nature that I find so effing fascinating. That we are hard-wired — or not — for certain behavior and tendencies has been an upfront issue lately, and it very well should be. I cannot fathom for one second how difficult it would be to be a parent and be faced with the many, many decisions that come with having a transgendered child. But I'm thankful that we live in a day and age now where people can find answers, doctors and outlets for what they are going through.

Toward the end of the story, there are two stories about a boy who wanted to be a girl and a girl who wanted to be a boy and what their respective parents did. It's a different ending than the previous story and I'm sure equally as controversial.

"A Boy's Life" is one of the most objective and researched articles I've read about this in a long time. I hope you can take away as much from it as I did. Mmm, food for thought. Yummy.

(Screenshot image taken from theatlantic.com)

8.24.2008

Progress

My school custodian's name was Al. And Al didn't like kids. At all, really. You'd call his name and he's reply with a hearty "Whaaaaaht?" Al was curmudgeonly and crabby, but if you asked nice enough, he'd give you change (he found) for the pop machine. Al sounds nothing like Brian Bonin, who is going to become Brianna Bonin at Clara Barton Elementary School in Oxford. Neat. What's even neater? The school is actually sending out a letter letting parents know that Brian will soon be Brianna and to pass that knowledge on down to the kiddies. How progressive. Good luck, Brianna.

7.08.2008

Still far to go

I'm not sure how many of you paid attention to Thomas Beatie, the pregnant man, who gave birth in early July. The Wifey and I watched the Oprah special about him and his wife, Nancy, and per usual, were disgusted and surprised by Oprah's child-like curiousity about the pregnancy, hormones, facial hair and yes, the clitoris. But during the show, we both knew that the media would take this and strangle it to death, and it did. Not that that was the total fault of the media. Beatie was eager to share his story with almost any media outlet that was prepared for the answers and so the story was bigger than his growing belly.

Salon has an interesting piece on Beatie and the media that was written before Beatie gave birth and goes into detail about what was missing from the whole ordeal — respect for transgendered people.

11.13.2007

Things to do in NYC this weekend

Get a haircut at a Bronx salon staffed by a ton of trans stylists. How rad is this?

Thirteen miles from the city’s gay epicenters of Chelsea and the West Village, it seems an unlikely location for a popular salon where four of the eight hairstylists are transgender. Yet the salon is beloved among the men and women in the neighborhood, most of them Latino immigrants.


Plus, they are all looking fabulousssssss!