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How do you feel about tgirls who don't pass or have a tough time passing?
They are my sisters just the same as the tgirls who do pass. Everyone has something unique to contribute to the LGBT community. The only people I have a problem with are the tgirls who always compare their looks to others and think they are superior based on looks rather than intelligence, personality, or things they can do to help the LGBT community. Along the same lines, I have a problem with tgirls who believe they are in stealth and cannot help the LGBT community because they fear being outed. Nobody passes so well to be so pompous like that. If you're in stealth, you can always make anonymous donations to people or groups you feel are making a difference in the LGBT community.
What is the best way to learn passability and realness?
Start by sitting in a public park or garden and observing everyone in your immediate vicinity. Take notes of what people are doing, both men and women. Study how women interact with men and other women (what to do) and how men interact with women and other men (what not to do). Incorporate these what-to-do behaviors into how you interact with men and women. If you want a jump start to developing a more passable female image, purchase my books, How to Look Like a Woman, The Art of Gender Illusion, and Passable.
A lot of unpassable girls look the way they do because they don't try hard enough to be passable or they learn bad advice from people who just don't understand the needs of transgender women. Some girls settle on a look because they think that that's all they are capable of, but the truth is everyone can look better than they already do. A commitment to one's physical attractiveness is a very important part of what being a woman is all about. Many of you have mastered the mental aspects of being a woman, but in order to be socially accepted as a woman, you have to look like a real woman and that requires mastery of beauty techniques that might require a lifetime of training and practice. You can schedule private lessons from me through my makeover service.
You mention about how people judge tgirls walking down the street. Well, I'm a tgirl and
I've never been judged. Does that mean I pass better than others?
No, not necessarily. What it means is you should be thankful
that previous generations of crossdressers and transsexuals have
paved the way for your acceptance in today's society and culture.
Without these confident people walking around and interacting
with society in public - morning, noon, and night - most people
would still be very much in the dark about transgenders. Even
genderfuckers, people who for the most part dress
as one sex but wear or do something that befits the opposite
gender, have done their part in creating tolerance for differences
in the way people dress in society. Passing is no
longer the cherished activity that it once was. Being
a woman is the new standard by which everyone consciously or
subconsciously tries to attain. This is part of the evolutionary
process of how transgenders can and will fit into Westernized
society and culture.
Can I wear wigs and be passable?
Being accepted as a woman with no questions or doubts in a stranger's mind is a major challenge. A stranger can be convinced that you're serious about your gender status if everything about you is natural. The more artificial traits you have, the more people will think you're wearing a costume rather than showing your true self. While it would be ideal if you could pull off a completely natural look, I do not advocate doing so if you do not have perfect feminine features, a full head of hair, a small bone structure, and natural feminine mannerisms. You can learn how to be more feminine over time and you can correct some masculine features with plastic surgery, but not everything is correctable. Many tgirls have to live with the fact that there may be limits to what they can do and how feminine they can look. I may sound harsh when I talk about the importance of wearing your own hair, but my intent is not to condemn anyone for wearing wigs. Every day there are transsexuals who live their lives as women and do just fine wearing wigs. Many of them are much more passable and attractive than many transsexuals who wear their own hair. I would say, from first-hand experience, that the convenience of wearing a wig to change your hairstyle in seconds is unbeatable. If you do wear wigs, you should wear the best wigs you can afford and you must maintain them expertly so as to present yourself in the best manner possible.
Can I still live my life as a woman even though I'm not completely feminine?
Many times on my bus rides across town, I see transsexuals who are built like linebackers and aren't very passable carrying on conversations using loud, nasally voices and exaggerated mannerisms. I know they must believe they speak and act like women, but nobody else seems to believe it. Although people will stop and stare at them and probably talk about them behind their backs, these transsexuals are living the life they want to live despite their limitations. Their Quality of Life (QOL), however, may depend heavily upon the situation they find themselves in. Unpassable transsexuals may be the victims of constant verbal or physical abuse. Not everyone accepts transsexuals and those who cannot defend themselves may find themselves encountering life-threatening situations. In general, if you're not completely passable, your QOL will suffer greatly because of it. There are transsexuals who are built like football players, don't know they are built like football players, and believe they are completely feminine and passable. They are scared of dealing with the truth, so they place themselves in safe situations where they cannot fail. It is better to know your limitations than live a fantasy life. The mind is a very powerful thing and I believe that if you really want something quite badly, you will be able to achieve it against all odds. There are many transsexuals who are over six feet tall and pass very well. These women knew what their limitations were and worked on overcoming those limitations.
How were you able to go to all those restaurants and not get "clocked"?
Many, many men have taken me out to dinner at over 125 restaurants and bistros in Philadelphia and I rarely get clocked. This kind of success isn't limited to just me. If you're smart, funny, and have impeccable etiquette, there should be no reason why guys aren't banging on your door to ask you out on dates. If a guy thinks you're pretty on top of all of that, that's just icing on the cake for them. Some guys chase after girls who are not passable, never take them out on dates, and never spend any money on them. These guys look for girls with low self-esteem in the hopes that they'll be able to score some easy sex.
Have you ever had feminine facial surgery (FFS)?
Yes, I've had rhinoplasty to give my nose a more feminine appearance.
I've also had Botox and silicone fillers injected by board certified physicians.
Have you ever had any body surgery?
Yes, I've had bilateral breast augmentation with silicone gel implants.
How do you feel about tgirls who airbrush their pictures?
You can airbrush a wrinkle or two or undereye bags because you look sleepy on a particular day, but most airbrushed pictures look cartoony and fake. At one time, when I was partying a lot and looking like shit, I airbrushed myself a lot. Now that I'm not partying as much and taking care of myself, I look a whole lot better and don't need the magic brush.
What do you mean by "socially integrating into society as a woman"?
It means doing the kinds of things that women do while presenting as a woman. The more of these things you do on a consistent basis, the more you will successfully integrate into society as a woman. If you do none of these things consistently, it is difficult for any sane person to believe you're a woman. Real women do real things. They do not hide from society. They do not seek special considerations for themselves just because they are transgender. They do not consider "dates" to be sex in cheap motels.
- Get your hair highlighted, cut, and styled at a hair salon. Men's haircuts do not count. Neither do wig haircuts because you don't get the benefit of being around other women. If you go to a salon that has a special back room for your privacy, then that doesn't count. Private back rooms prevent you from learning what it's like to socially interact with other women. If you dress as a man to get your hair done, you are a crossdresser and not a woman.
- Get manicures or pedicures or artificial nails done at a nail salon or a hair salon. The same rules above apply here as well.
- Go out on dates with guys. A date may include dinner at a nice restaurant, a lounge, a movie, a theater, the zoo, a museum, etc. Usually, a date includes more than one of these. Sexual encounters in cheap motels do not count. Safe places where trannies meet after tranny support group meetings do not count. Dates should not be limited to nighttime. If you've never gone out on a date with a guy as a girl during the day, then the guy probably isn't comfortable being with you and doesn't see you as a woman. Going out with a guy helps you understand the dynamics of men and women and how people see or interact with the two of you. Getting placed in a private back room in a restaurant does not count.
- Go out to the above places with friends. This helps you understand the dynamics between you and the people who see or interact with your group. Getting placed in a private back room in a restaurant does not count.
- Go out to the above places by yourself, too. The one exception is going to nice restaurants which should be limited to dates and friends. Walk down the street and seriously study how others perceive you. Do they look at you as if you are just another person? Do they look at you in fright? Do they giggle or laugh at you? You can learn from these experiences. All of this is useful information to gauge how well you pass as you walk down the street. Do not slouch if you are tall and do not lose eye contact with anyone. Do not be discouraged by people who fear, giggle, or laugh at you. Learn from it because you are obviously doing something wrong and need to correct it.
- Shop at supermarkets, department stores, boutiques, beauty stores, and clothing stores. Look at people when you pass them by. Walk down the aisles and seriously study how others perceive you. Do they look at you as if you are just another person? Do they look at you in fright? Do they giggle or laugh at you? You can learn from these experiences. Are you allowed to use the women's dressing room in clothing stores? If not, then people don't see you as a woman. You need to correct that.
A transsexual should socially integrate with society as a woman as much as possible first before she starts hormones, before she gets a name change, and before she gets any surgery, otherwise it will be very difficult for her to be accepted as a woman in society. If you are concerned about your neighbors and people you know seeing you dressed as a woman, then your goal isn't the kind of social integration I'm talking about. Those of you who seek special considerations for occasionally presenting as a woman in a public place are not women, but crossdressers who seek permission to crossdress in that public place.
How did you achieve your passability?
Read this section a thousand times if you want to learn my method for achieving passability.
When you want something so badly that mental anguish turns into something physical and torments you so badly that you cannot eat, sleep, or think straight, that's when you will understand how I felt when I was conquering two major obstacles in my life: my music success and my passability.
I've been heavily into music my entire life listening to everything from my parent's records from the 50s to current dance music. With very little formal training, I started producing my own music, mostly instrumental dance tracks with self-recorded vocal samples, my own rhythm tracks, and my own melodies. I spent thousands of dollars recording and manufacturing vinyl records, cassettes, and CDs, sold my records through various record stores, and sent demos out to radio stations. The fruits of my labor resulted in little to no airplay. Lots of clubs played my songs, probably because most DJs want to be the first to discover the next big thing, especially in their hometown.
I knew I was good. My production skills were top-notch because I learned everything I could by watching famous engineers mix my songs. Because I was a no-name, I couldn't get the airplay I deserved. I got depressed thinking about my failure to make a dent in the music world, so depressed that my mind would cloud up and I'd get dizzy every time I heard an inferior song on the radio. I'd get nauseous when I ate. I couldn't sleep for more than four hours a night. I'd listen to parts of songs on the radio or in clubs and criticize them. Sometimes I even believed that parts of my songs were stolen and used in hit songs. I became hateful and overly critical of everyone else's music without looking at the one possible problem that was preventing me from becoming successful: maybe my music wasn't as good as I had thought, maybe my production values weren't quite there yet.
I got so fed up with the music scene that I took a break from it. In 1997, I started rebuilding my music studio by getting a new computer and sequencing software and building around it. I made the decision to dedicate all of my energy into music production. I read and re-read everything available to me and built my studio piece by piece to the tune of over $50,000 worth of gear. No expense was spared because I didn't want the lack of instrument sounds to be an obstacle in any of my productions. I slowly learned the art of dance music production and then it all came together one day and I was churning out song after song, some in as little as an hour.
Getting my first royalty check for songs that were used on MTV shows, such as The Osbournes and MADE, was proof that I had "made it." The demons that haunted me, telling me I was no good, were no longer on my shoulders. When you feel so rotten that you hit rock bottom and you just want to give it all up, including precious life itself, then you will know how I felt at the time. Then you will know it's time to make your situation better.
And so it was with my passability. There is no doubt that I was a beautiful crossdresser for many years. I spared no expense on top shelf clothes, jewelry, perfume, and makeup. I wore the best wigs, ones that cost well over $400. Many beautiful non-Asian transsexuals thought that I was a full-time transsexual just like them; however, the one group that I always admired that always made me feel like I was not "in" with them was the beautiful Asian transsexuals, the ones who could walk into any environment and never be read.
I tried very hard for many years, but could never be like the beautiful Asian transsexuals. I became bitter and ill thinking about it. The thoughts of not being like them consumed me for so long that I began taking the steps necessary to be like them. I went out to clubs and restaurants several nights a week to get more comfortable with being around real people in public. I had several friends I routinely hung out with, including Cesar, a self-identified "friend to the trans community." At the time, Cesar was dating Dee, one of the most beautiful Asian transsexuals in Philadelphia. In a large way, Cesar helped guide me on my path.
"You will never pass by wearing a wig. No transsexual wears wigs. Wigs look unnatural," Cesar said.
At the time, I thought he was an asshole for saying that, but he was right. One night, after being so fed up with my situation, I cried to him. I cried intensely. I wanted to pass so badly that it was gnawing at the very core of my being.
He wiped the tears from my cheeks, held my face in his hands, and looked into my eyes.
"You already have what it takes. You have such beautiful features... your eyes, your high cheekbones, your lips... why must you hide them behind a wig?" he said.
At that moment, I realized something. Without him saying it, I realized what I needed in order to be like them. I first needed to be me. I was trying so hard to be like them that I lost sight of the fact that being me was what I should've been striving for all along.
So one night I stopped wearing tons of makeup and wore only the bare essentials and people noticed something different about me. Somehow, I looked better than ever before. The dark red lips were replaced with pink. The heavy multicolored eyeshadow became a single shade. I still wore wigs because I was afraid to let them go. A wig was like a security blanket to me. For others, it was a necessity, but for me, it was like a magic hat that I could hide in and cover parts of my face.
"You have a beautiful face, so why hide it?" Cesar commented.
Because I was afraid, that's why. Afraid of being called a man.
"You will always be called a 'man in a wig' if you keep wearing wigs," he said.
"You harsh fuck!" I said to him, and I didn't speak to him from that point on.
And then one day something magical happened. Maybe hormones helped me. Maybe it was the way I was carrying myself. I started being called "miss" in boy mode. I shrugged it off. And then it happened again. And again. In everyday places, such as the post office, in fast food restaurants, while walking down the street. It wasn't consistent, but it happened quite often. If I wasn't called "miss," I was called "ma'am" and I was fine with that. It was a new experience for me and it has puzzled and pleasured me for many years to be referred to by feminine pronouns even though I didn't try very hard to look female.
What would possess people to call me a feminine pronoun even though I believed I clearly looked like a boy?
"Because you don't look like a boy anymore," a friend told me.
That was one of the catalysts that enabled me to have the confidence to say yes, I can do this. I can remove the magic hat. You can bet that the first few times my friends saw me without my magic hat, many had negative things to say because they didn't understand what I was doing at the time, which was reinventing my look. I do that every so often and you'll see proof of that on my evolution pages.
I love challenging myself and one of my goals in life is to see how good I can become in anything I dedicate my life to. I'm on speaking terms with Cesar again after four years of discovering myself. I realized that the harsh, blunt advice he gave me was really for my own good and I became a better person as a result of it.
Some of you will read my story and say, "How could she think she didn't pass? She always passed!" My definition of passing is very different from most people's. To me, passing means there is no question in anyone's mind that you born a genetic female. Most tgirls can pass to one or two people, some tgirls can pass to a handful of people, but few can pass to everyone. If passing to everyone is the true definition of passing, then I'm not quite there yet, but I'm getting there and you can bet that I'll be there eventually. If I set my mind on a goal, I'll eventually achieve it. That's the mark of a winner.
How do you feel about people making the distinction between transgender and transsexual?
If we are going to nitpick like that, we may as well say that any transsexual who is hopelessly unpassable should be labelled transgender. This may include any transsexual who is over five-foot-eight, over 150 pounds, has larger than size 9 feet, has manly hands, and has a masculine face. Doesn't feel good to be labelled transgender now, does it? Good, and that's why YOU SHOULD NEVER LABEL ANYONE ELSE, either. We are what we are and sometimes what we are changes over time. The people trying to fight for distinctions are so wrapped up in their heated debates that they lose sight of the pleasures of being a woman.
- Never vacationed with a man who thinks you're the best thing God has ever put on this Earth?
- Never enjoyed dinner and a nice bottle of wine with a man by candlelight?
- Never danced with a man?
- Never kissed a man?
- Never made love to a man?
- Never confided in a man and shared your innermost secrets, dreams, and desires?
Then you are not a woman. Don't use someone else as an example. "Oh, but my friend Ashley has done all of that." I'm talking about you... You. Yes.....YOU.
"Oh, but I'm a lesbian," some transwomen will say. Very few lesbians have only been with women. If you fear making love to a man because you are homophobic, then you're a man! There are so many things that genetic women do that most transsexuals will never do because those transsexuals are so ignorant and selfish. How many transsexuals will ever marry a man or woman they love? Have children? Raise children? Teach children? How many transsexuals can actually walk into a Victoria's Secret fitting room without getting strange stares by the genetic women there? How many transsexuals actually work in white collar jobs? If you haven't accomplished many of these things, would you like to be labelled a certain way because of it? Now you see how stupid the labels transgender and transsexual are. To hell with the distinctions. We are all transgender and we are all transsexuals to some degree. We are people just like everyone else. |