I get google alerts for “Crossdresser” which usually ends up sending me results for stuff that I wish it didn’t, but this one I got yesterday actually interested me. It’s written from the perspective of a Japanese man who spent Halloween in drag (and looking pretty good, in my opinion.)
Being perfectly honest and forthcoming with my ethnocentric attitudes, I’ve always sort of imagined Asian countries as being sort of a haven for those of the transgendered ilk, having read articles of maid cafes staffed by crossdressing men, or game shows that transform men into women, and the concept of “kathoey” in Thailand that tends to recognize almost a “third sex”, leading to an all-transgendered airline that ultimately wasn’t as sound a financial decision as it sounded like to… nobody.
But to the author of this article, a night putting the girl on in Japan doesn’t seem all that different than it would here in America.
It’s nice that he (I’m using the male pronoun here because the author does not identify as transgendered) starts off with a positive note, about how great it actually does feel when someone calls you pretty. Even though I exist somewhere in the middle of the gender spectrum, I do like it when people compliment me the way they would a woman. Sure, it’s also confidence boosting when people tell me I’m brave or compliment me on my confidence, but to me sometimes I would like to just get complimented on my actual look which I’m often very proud of.
He then observes the same thing I get annoyed with, which is the complete lack of any tact or human decency that people will use when reacting to me and how I’m dressed. Essentially people tend to forget that unusual people are still people and still have ears and feelings and dignity.
Another big shock was hearing passersby comment on our group of three dragsters, loud enough for us to hear. That was hurtful. If you have to say something, fine, but couldn’t you at least lower your voice?
Exactly. Or, you know, grow up and recognize that people are different and you don’t have to say something to begin with.
Finally one more thing I wanted to note was the author’s hair removal strategy:
I plucked out my beard using tweezers. It took more than 2 hours to get all of those pesky hairs, but then I could be sure I was hair-free for a least a couple of days, with no Cinderella beard to bring an early end to festivities.
Damn dude. Mineral foundation over some concealer. Works wonders.
(P.S. I’m aware the article’s author uses the T-Slur that got me into trouble a couple of months ago, but I’m willing to cut him some slack as he is likely not that initiated into transgender issues, and also it may be a cultural thing where it isn’t used as severely in Japan.)