Blame Dionysus
On a whim, I picked up a copy of The Independent this morning, and was rewarded with an interesting article on the history of cross-dressing in entertainment.
It feeds into the poll I'm conducting to find the Best Tranny Movie, but it also makes an interesting comparison between cross-dressing in the context of the theatre and screen, and the cross-dressing that transvestites partake in:
It feeds into the poll I'm conducting to find the Best Tranny Movie, but it also makes an interesting comparison between cross-dressing in the context of the theatre and screen, and the cross-dressing that transvestites partake in:
The distinction between transvestite and theatrical cross-dresser is an important one, however. Essentially a 20th-century medical definition, many transvestites say their choice of dress is designed to please them alone. Grayson Perry, the cross-dressing potter and Turner Prize winner, says: "The perfect transvestite experience would be traipsing along the street with someone holding a gigantic mirror in front of me so that I could see myself the whole time. As I can't, wearing crippling shoes or being a tad cold reminds me I'm in the wrong clothes."
On the stage, screen or television, it is about pleasing the audience. And it's been doing that for more than 2,000 years.
So, am I the only one who thinks this sounds like fun??
Tiffany, yeah I always get the idea you're pretty clued-up! :-)
hmmmm
An interesting thing about the distinctions between stage and street trannies (removing the medicall know-alls' opinions) is that many musicians also have the dilemma of playing for themselves or selling out to please the audience, as do other artists.
Art is something which comes from deep in the soul and yet is generally not well appreciated unless one becomes a performing monkey for the masses. There's nothing necessarily wrong with performing, but unless one finds a good audience, it does make yer feel like a monkey.
Speaking as one of Britains 2,346,457 tranny guitarists.
Oh my God! What happened to the other 500,000? Has there been some kind of plague!?!
I play the sax and no blowing jokes!
However that's deviating from the thread.
For the perfect criminal-transvestite experience.
Forget the mirrors. Take a trip to Hull.
There are so many CCTV cameras there you could capture you whole day on video.
TV TV if you will.
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