Summer of ’68

A Year Among the Girls by Darrell G. Raynor documented a novice crossdresser’s experience at a crossdresser B&B in the Poconos in the mid-1960s.

 

Oh, did this post, from Stana, bring back memories!  I read A Year Among the Girls many years ago, while sitting in a dark corner of my university library.   Stana has a few comments about the book but is also looking for a copy.  Go to, Summer of '68, to read the post.
 

question for the day

I was asked this question today and I am still wondering my response here.

 

 

 

 

 

Jaclyn can only answer this question herself, but I'm sure she would like your opinions.

I Wish I Was Fun

Real life isn’t fun.  A lot of what I write about when it comes to this side of us and our gender identity focuses on being realistic about decisions and expectations.  It is not realistic to come out to your wife of fifteen years and then expect to jump into the car and head to the mall to go shopping for heels together.  But… that’s what some people are thinking that’s what will happen.
 

 

 

 

This is a great post, with good information for those who are thinking about coming out to their wife or girlfriend.  I read many posts like this prior to coming out to my wife.  If you're in that category, grab a tea or coffee and read every word of I Wish I Was Fun.

In my 55 years years I have been due to heartbreak and loss after loss after loss the loss nothing but loss but I can say without reservation that today was the worst day of my life.
 

 

 

 

As a community of trans bloggers, we're here to share our thoughts.  Likewise, we're also here to help our trans brothers and sisters.

Our long-time blogger, Sophie, needs a hug.  If I wasn't a few thousand miles from her, I'd deliver it myself.  A comment on her blog will have to do.  Please send Sophie a hug.

 

 

Roadmap To Transition - The Early Years

I then brushed my hair into what I thought was a feminine style and put some hair ribbons in my hair. Then I painted my fingernails a medium pink. I put my regular PJs back on and went back to bed. I didn’t plan on falling asleep, but if I did I knew that Mom and Dad always could drink with the best of them, and being in that condition they probably wouldn’t come in and check on us that night.

This is a "Way-Back Wednesday" post, from Lindsay, written in 2010.  Roadmap To Transition - The Early Years, was followed up with Roadmap to Transition High School and Beyond.  I love these kind of posts simply because I so relate to them, and I know you will too.

By the way, you're probably asking yourself:  Did Mom and Dad check on her?  Go to the post, for the answer!

Not Trans Enough?

I just noticed on one of your sites, Kandi’s Land, and you refer to yourself as a crossdresser. We only represent out transgender and nonbinary talent. We do not represent cisgender actors whether they crossdress or not. Cisfemales are lucky because they have been able to crossdress for many decades. Cismales should be able to wear whatever they want too.

 

 

Wow!  Go here for more.

Warnings, coping, and surviving

I can only describe the situation as being a slow descent into the dark woods. Not a relapse into depression, but certainly the withdraw of light and joy that accompanies that.
 

 

Lynn has been in a bit of a funk (depression may be too harsh a word, based on this post).  She reminds us all of the warning signs and how to cope.  An excellent post from one of our long-time bloggers.

It happened.

 I did it.  Yep.  No denying it.
 

 

 

 

So, at this point you're probably wondering just what happened.  The answer is in Heather's post.

 

“Transgender”

The use of “trans” as a substitute for “transgender” is common. But, again a large portion of the transgender population finds this offensive because it shows a disrespect for the whole person. I almost always write “transgender” instead of “trans.” I find that it is no more of an effort. 

Stephie breaks down the word, "transgender" with some comments on how and when it should be used.

Copper Tones and Highlight Tips

She didn’t say much. She seemed extremely shy and served me but I knew she was trans. May be new–trans, you know what I mean. Recently–RLT–name–probably–changed kind of new to it. It was just one of those things that I guess we just know between us but she was more than capable of passing. I thanked her and took my items and she thanked me back with a quiet voice as I left.

 

 

 

This was Hannah's New Years Eve post, so I am a bit late.  Nevertheless, if you haven't read it, you should.  The paragraph, above, was a bit off the topic of hair tones and highlights, but it did remind me of the many I know who are were so shy at first when first stepping out as their true self.