During my 10th grade year in high school, I came across, “Danielle”. Danielle was pretty popular at my school, she was pretty, always dressed nice, went out of her way to be nice to everyone and always made sure her make-up was flawless. It wasn’t until towards the end of my 10th grade year, that I was told “Danielle” was actually a “Daniel”. That was my first exposure to cross-dressing and the pre-cursor to someones transgender lifestyle.
I’m sure everyone has seen the various Maury Povich episodes where they had a bunch of beautiful ‘women’ and you had to pick out the one that was born a man. I’m not sure how many of you’ve seen those shows, but to me, it was always obvious. Whether it was the broad shoulders, the lack of hips, the manly neck, the over use of Mac make-up, to me it was pretty hard to hide the fact that they were not born female.
Last night I received a phone call from my friend, Jeff. He said he needed me to do him a favor that involved me having to log on to Myspace and looking someone up on his friends list. So fine. I did. When I got to the person’s page, the first thing I said to him was, “Uh, who’s the tranny?”. All of a sudden he started to yell, “I knew it, I knew it!!”. See what had happened was, Jeff’s friend introduced him to this ‘woman’. Now I’m not sure if he did it as a joke or if he didn’t realize this was a man either, but Jeff was supposed to have a date with this ‘woman’ last night. I quickly scanned the ‘woman’s’ photos and pointed out to him that it was definitely a man. Granted, the lace front wig was remarkable, the Mac make-up was perfect, and the neck was hidden very well in all of the photos, BUT, it was still a man. Even after I looked at the people in this ‘woman’s’ top friends list, I noticed they were all MEN dressed as women as well.
Jeff thanked me a thousand times before he hung up to call and cancel the date. I told Jeff that maybe his boy was playing a trick on him, on some Ashton Kutcher-Punk’d status, but in any event, it wasn’t a cool one b/c someone could have easily gotten their feelings hurt in person, or even worst physically hurt once they found out what they thought was a woman was actually a man.
Also, speaking of transgendered people, I want to thank Oprah (insert sarcasm) for her recent show about the “man” who was pregnant. My son and I happened to be watching the news one night and the commercial for that episode came on. My son paused for a moment and I saw the confused look on his face, then he asked, “Mommy, how can a man get pregnant?”. Did I really need to have this sort of talk with an 8 year old? No. Thanks alot Oprah!
Jeff, this song is dedicated to you! You owe me dinner and a foot massage!