Thursday, March 24, 2016

Still At True Colors Conference

After my workshop, I hobnobbed with my peeps, ate a cup of yogurt (banking my calories for dinner) and people-watched.

Things change.

The first time I attended True Colors nine years ago, I did not notice any youths in attendance crossdressing. I wrote "notice" because maybe some passed so well that I did not detect them crossdressing.

This year, I saw countless youths crossdressing, both male-to-female and female-to-male, and they were not shy about it. They were living the dream and enjoying the authenticity of it. I was so happy for them and wished that I could have been there with them in my youth.

Mid-afternoon, I attended Diana's workshop about the history of transgender activism after World War II. It was SRO and very interesting. I knew a some of the history already, but Diana revealed some things that I did not know. You can access an Adobe Acrobat version of her Powerpoint presentation here.

After her workshop, we called it quits and I agreed to meet Diana at a restaurant to break bread.
As I exited the classroom building, one of my earrings fell to the ground and I stepped on it breaking the clasp in the process. Examining the earring, I don't see any way to repair it. The earrings were a pair of vintage retro clip-ons that I bought in an antique store in Stonington; they were my favorites and I will miss wearing them.

Everyone was getting out of Dodge at the same time and I figured that the two-lane to the Interstate would be slow-going. So I decided to use the back door route like I did when I attended UCONN back in the early 1970s. Since I had not used the back door route in over 40 years, I relied on my iPhone Maps app to assist me where my memory failed me.

It worked. Traffic was light and I arrived at the restaurant in 30 minutes. When Diana arrived, we went inside the restaurant and had an excellent dinner.

Diana knows that I need to feed the blog, so she asked me if I wanted her to take my photo. I accepted her offer and the result accompanies this post.

After dinner, we went our separate ways and I was home 35 minutes later.

It was a long and full day and my girdle was killing me by the time I arrived home, but  as usual, I had a wonderful day as a woman.

Source: ShopBop
Wearing Marchesa Notte.

Berenice Strada
Berenice Strada


  1. So sorry for the loss of your earrings, Stana…

  2. Talking about youth, when I was attending Southern Comfort 15 and more years ago, we had no youth attending. A friend who is on the board for Southern Comfort told me there have been quite a few under 21 attneding lately. I understand Jazz and her family were there this past year.

    Diana talking trans activism after WWII reminds me of a post I put on Facebook the other day. It happened quite a few years ago but, "Polite is, while waiting for a seminar to start, talking to the elderly transgender woman seated next to you. Shock and awe is when you realize you are talking to Virginia Prince."

    1. Been there, done that. I met her at Fantasia Fair one year in workshop on planning your transition and she was saying that you don't have transition to be a woman.