Saturday, March 24, 2007

Oh, my God, you're beautiful!

Yesterday, I attended a day long conference for school-aged GLBT youth that was held at a local university. My support group had a table at the conference to distribute literature and to interact with the attendees. I volunteered to man the booth from 9AM to 4 PM, which meant getting up at 5 AM to get dressed and drive to the university before the conference actually began.

I wore my new wig, black knot front dress, and mid-heel pumps. I thought I looked rather lovely and felt wonderful especially since according to the morning weigh-in, I was down to my "playing weight." I drove to the university and arrived at our table at 8:50 AM. I set up the table and had everything up and running as the on-rush of people began.

I met some old friends from the T-world. There were others in attendance, but I missed them.

This was a potentially tough crowd: mostly high-school aged kids. There were also adults: teachers, guidance counselors, social workers, etc. The adults were very respectful. Many that passed our table without stopping smiled and some said "Hello." Those that visited our table were pleasant and interacted with me without any issues. Some even complimented me.

The teenagers acted in a similar manner while I manned the table, but when I walked around, I attracted more attention. I assume that while I was seated, the teenagers took me as just another middle-aged woman manning a table, but when I stood up and walked around, my six-foot two-inch stature alerted some that I was not what I seemed to be while I was seated. Nobody did anything disrespectful (after all, this was a GLBT crowd), but I could not help noticing the extra attention.

I could try and convince myself that I am just so ravishing beautiful that people dropped everything to watch me pass by, but who would I be kidding. I was dressed more over the top than the average woman in attendance. Most of the women wore slacks, trousers, or jeans. There was only a handful in skirts or dresses. So maybe my outfit was what attracted some of the attention.

I had a long talk with a 28-year-old bi-woman, who was trying to convince me that I could wear women's slacks and still crossdress. I don't know if she was hinting that I might blend in better wearing slacks or whether she was just discussing women's fashions. She could not understand why I had no interest in crossdressing in women's slacks (my point being that I might as well dress in boy mode if I wear slacks). She also hinted that I was wearing too much jewelry.

At the table next to me were two 20-something women; recent college graduated named Jeanette and Jen, who were asking folks to sign a petition advocating the separation of church and state. They were very friendly and we talked a lot during lulls in the crowd. Jeanette had some questions about crossdressing and I gave her a mini-education, while telling her my life story. She was very sympathetic. They were sad when they learned that I would not be working our table on Saturday.

I had lunch with D and J, two girls from my support group, and Namoli Brennet, a Tucson-based trans/genderqueer songwriter, who has been touring the country since 2002 when she released her first CD, Boy in a Dress. It was the first time I ever rubbed elbows with a rock star.

Namoli performed at the conference and also conducted a workshop. She is a very nice person in person!

Funny thing is that I am familiar with the song Boy in a Dress (I have it on my iPod), but I did not connect the song with her, the person with whom I was breaking bread.

I received a lot of compliments today, which just made the day so much nicer. Two were very memorable: One middle aged woman, who I thought was one of the best looking attendees I saw all day, came by our table, smiled and said I looked very nice, I blushed. Later, a couple of high school girls came by our table and when I spoke (using my boy voice), they both were startled and looked up from the literature on our table. One of them then said, "Oh, my God, you're beautiful!" You be the judge: see the photo accompanying this posting.

1 comment:

  1. Manning is definatly the WRONG word. You look fabulous.. anyone who thinks you are anything other than a female needs their heads examined.
    Keep up the great work. Our Transgendered youth have to know that there is a live out there.