First off, I don’t condone any of the things that follow the little dances young boys perform for the Northern Alliance in Afghanistan. In fact, I don’t condone any non-consensual sex with underaged parties for that matter. But the youtube clip from above, taken from the Frontline episode Dancing Boys of Afghanistan, is one of the prettiest songs I have heard in a long time.
After all, there is nothing more sensual and meaningful in life than for a boy or man to dress up nicely purely to please the gaze of men, and then get penetrated by the real man who possesses him and takes charge of her body.
Here is a spec-ad, or the Skittles Sex Ad, The Newlywed Skittles Ad. Spec-Ads mean exactly that: speculation. It is not running. Just a “demo-reel” for advertisers. Still’s it’s pretty darn good.
My favorite is still the Axe Shampoo Commercial. And whoever made the commercial above, needs to go work for Axe! And this was is running on TV. More subtle, ten times raunchier.
The case of Chrissy Polis, a transgender woman from Baltimore is something that had eluded my attention, as my focus on all things transgender is minimal. (To my vigilant readers, if there is anything you come across that is transteresting, feel free to email me if you want me to throw my two bits in.)
This incident occurred in the Spring of 2011, in a Baltimore Maryland McDonald’s. Polis was using the toilet at the fast food chain when a beating by two teenagers erupted. In the politically-correct era, we are suppose to omit the race of the people involved. I have always been a strong opponent to the suffocating rules of PC etiquette, and that’s really all it is. When people argue about being politically correct, it’s always about the words we use and how we talk.
above: (NSFW and violent content) Polis being attacked by Teonna Monae Brown and friend while McDonald’s workers stood by, videorecorded, and did nothing. The white woman who rescued her is Vicky Thoms.
But why stop at race? If we are indeed PC, we should refrain from stating they are women, or teenagers. In this case, I think one can’t help mentioning the assailants are black women, because this ties into many cultural traits that accounts for the higher statistical probability of this ASSAULT.
First off, in black entertainment, men in dresses have a long history of eliciting laughs. From Flip Wilson’s Geraldine to Tyler Perry’s Madea, and everything in between. Out in public, everything begins innocently enough with a snicker and a few guffaws. It can quickly escalate in a matter of a few exchanges. Second, black people – specifically black women- are more likely to tell you what’s on their minds and act upon it. (White women would be more likely to quietly go talk to the manager). Third, many black women have an axe to grind: the world exotifies their men and the competition is stiff! The last thing they need is one more group of people effortlessly pulling their men away. And we do.
Regardless of all the macho hip-hop, transphobic posturing that goes on online, the manly attentiveness and interested glances don’t lie.
Imagine if you needed to compete with a woman with beauty, then a woman with lighter skin color, and then a woman who lives in more luxury, with more money, and suddenly the gays are moving in….and now….a woman with a dick? How can you compete against that? The fury against transgender girls should come as no surprise.
That’s not to say Chrissy Polis is in any way not a woman. In fact, I think she looks great! And she carries herself nicely. If you ask me, my bet is her two assailants merely saw her as a white girl. There is no way anyone could have read her.
And here, we come to the twist of the story. This was definitely a hate crime. Any way you cut it. Whether it is blacks against whites, women against transwomen…it’s still assault. What piques my interest is the different versions of the reasons behind their assault.
above: Polis explains the story blow by blow, literally
Initially, it was reported that a white women was attacked by two black girls. Then it became “a transgender women was attacked when she tried to use the bathroom.” If you listen to Polis’s version (video above) you will see that it started when one of the two girls’ boyfriends initiated a friendly conversation with Polis before she entered the toilet. My guess is that it’s a combination of all the above reasons.
above: Chrissy Polis reunited with her good Samaritan and all around civic hero: Vicky Thoms
Which ever version you chose to go with, it’s still an embarrassing moment for those who chose to dwell on their recent history of being discriminated against, but then see nothing wrong with ganging up and dispatching their prejudices in the same way against another group of people who have no choice in how they came into this world.
above: Rodney King beaten by L.A. police officers, Chrissy Polis beaten by Teonna Monnae Brown and friend
Although the term is now associated with Project Runway designer Christian Siriano, Hot Tranny Mess has been around forever. I can still remember my first run-in with a Hot Tranny Mess in Halsted St in the Boystown section of Chicago. A few friends and I were bar-hopping when down the road comes this sweaty, drunk, overweight crossdresser in a confusion of accessories, over-applied make-up, and skin-tight outfit. As we walked by, I could hear her ranting “THEY HAVE NO RIGHT TO THROW ME OUT! I’M MAKING A STATEMENT! NOBODY UNDERSTANDS ME!”
Now I don’t know if Siriano is utilizing the term “hot” for fabulously attractive, or hot as in a greasy ten-level bacon cheeseburger from a grease truck a la Man Vs. Food hot. It’s not easy to decipher the phrases of an author who himself looks like a Hot Scenester Emo Mess. And by my terminology, I am referring to the latter kind of “hot.”
But I am pretty sure “hot” is not the good kind of hot. I tried googling “hot tranny mess” online, but there are so many misleading paths I got led down on. Drag, for example, is not a “hot tranny mess.” True, drag often over-amplifies the negative traits of the feminine veneer – in this case, too much makeup, big hair, big shoes, loud attention whore-ish outfits, but there is a consciousness present….as if you could see that if the practitioner wanted to, he/she could take it down twenty notches, and do an expert job in applying a light coat of modest, conservative sheen.
For example, Cillian Murphy in Breakfast in Pluto is NOT a hot tranny mess. Not exactly passable proportionately-speaking, but still, you have to admit, it was executed with tact.
A hot tranny mess, from my observations, is someone who is either wholly ignorant of the acceptable standards in dressing, makeup, and carrying herself, or someone who knows but just doesn’t care. The accessories are over the top, the paint goes on in sedimentary layers, the skirts are short enough to finish off every sentence with a dangling modifier, and everything is just in your face. Hot Tranny Messes have a style of their own. They don’t try to downplay the obvious. They are the polar opposite of people who pass. Hot Tranny Messes proudly proclaim “I’m here, I have the subtlety of a steer, and get used to it.” Alexis Arquette, sometimes comes close to a hot tranny mess.
If you refuse to shave and still try to pull it off, for me, that’s an automatic hot tranny mess.
What’s the deal with all these people crawling out from under a rock and hating on Ryan Dunn? I don’t get it. Even Mr. Film Critic Roger Ebert tweets furiously about drunk driving before the fire was even put out.
Really? First, let me say this about drunk driving. People all over the world do it. Doesn’t make it right. But I remember a time when drinking and driving was as natural as tipping your hat in public and holding a door open for a lady. It wasn’t until Mothers Against Drunk Driving turned bad decisions into an unpardonable moral sin. There are some people who can hold their drink better than others. They can go through life getting behind the wheel without injuring a fly. It doesn’t mean all drinkers are murderers. I talked to all my friends about their dads, and everyone in my age group remembered their dads cracking open a cold during a hot summer drive. MADD was the turning point, and to them, you can give all your gratitude that men today are a bunch of manscaping metrosexual divas who need to hold on to a venti latte while browsing the latest hair product advice websites on their I-phones. Ewwwww.
Now back to Jackass and the late Ryan Dunn. You’ll never see more people turn into condescending pricks than the mention of Jackass. I’m personally not a big fan (I fast forward or switch channels during gross stunts or the pranks that draw innocent bystanders in to a rescue), but even my librarian does not hesitate to put on high-falutin airs when she retrieves the Jackass 3 dvd for me, “it’s very different from the other two, you know.”
Jackass for me is about the great American can-do spirit. It’s like kids without a trust fund standing around trying to creatively entertain themselves. Jackass help kids rediscover the possibilities of making something out of nothing. Suddenly kids remembered that you could make a non-event into something funny or funny. God bless the guys and Jeff Tremain for showing the kids of today that you can still pull yourself away from the computer and go outside and have fun. I often think about all the kids in the Midwest who have no interesting places to go on their off time. The “Bucket Car” clip from Jackass remains one of my favorite scenes. You could literally smell the Autumn leaves and the pleasant chill of fall.
It is quite unfortunate that Dunn’s driving involved the additional death of Navy Seal and war vet Zachary Hartwell (the passenger in Dunn’s car), but we will never know what was going on in the heads of those two. I’m sadden to hear the news; however, at the same time, it’s happy poetry that a member of Jackass passes away at daredevil speeds with pedal to the metal. It’s better than a slow death from metastasizing cancer and chemotherapy for one of the jackass boys who had cheated death so many times before. We never said it, but sooner or later, we knew it would catch up with one of them.
And while we are at it, we should remember that these are fully grown adults. They lived on the edge. They make decisions. They partied hard. Again, it’s horrible and very sad to their surviving family and friends. But at least they were back home doing the things they loved,and not out there in some godforsaken Middle East country dying at the hands of strangers.: live fast, live dangerously, and have a great time. Go out with a bang.
That was the holy grail of Jackass. Let us not forget it.
Rest in Peace Ryan Dunn and Zachary Hartwell. My thoughts are with their family and loved ones.
I went browsing fail blogs today to see if I can find samples of Tranny “What-NOT-To-Wear” photos. I stumbled upong PoorlyDressed.com, which I thought, would certainly yield as much fodder as People of Walmart. But I was pleasantly surprised to find some interesting items that would make extreme couture designers fawn.
I guess fail blog standards of aesthetics are different from mine. That said, poorlydressed.com is like ebay. You do have to sift through alot of debris to get to one good shot. My personal favorite is the one depicted above. It’s in the high style of Prissy’s Sissies.
Which brings up another topic. From hereon in, d332.com will use the term “tranny” with a negative connotation. This has nothing to do with self-hate or transphobia. I found myself calling people with serious transgender proclivities either “tgirls,” “transgirl,” or simply girls. A “tranny,” to me, indicates someone who just wants the thrill, but is not willing to work for it. For example, bald heads, big beards, a hairy chest.
You could argue that a tranny is just doing his thing, and that we shouldn’t be misotrannic or anti-trantite (my terms, you heard it here first). But when you are representing a girl as bald, hairy chested, and poorly turned-out…some could say that you are being misogynistic as well. Besides “tranny” has always been a negative word. Something the mainstream drops whenever they “read” a transgirl.
FOLLOWING FRANCE’S RECENT DECISION TO BAN THE MUSLIM CLOTHING, THE NIQAB OR BURQA. THE ARABIC TRANSGENDER POPULATION BEGAN REINSPECTING IT’S CLOTHING OPTIONS FOR PASSING.
C’mon people. Let’s all disagree to agree and make up some spaghetti monster we can divide the percentage of blame over to. Here it is:
Put it this way, I don’t think Sarah is the freshest ladyfinger in the pot of gumbo, but the whole causal argument is stretching it a bit. Posters don’t make people insane, any more than Judas Priest songs make you whip a Harley Davidson.
The title sounds like a feeble attempt to get hits, but I assure you, there’s a genuine entry ahead.
I don’t consume shemale or ladyboy porn. I’m not trying to sound prim and proper: it’s just not my cup of tea. That’s not to say I don’t consume porn. I do. Just not very often. The only titles that catch my interest are say, Rough Sex 1 & 2, Tough Love, Force Entry 2002, Pull My Hair and Call Me Stupid 1 & 2, Slap Happy 1, Rocco Ravishes Prague, Max Hardcore Euro Editions, and of course, the Director’s Cut Widescreen Edition of Hungry Bitches (known to laymen as “2 Girls 1 Cup.”). I consider my one dozen dvd porn collection as an updated instructional sex manual. It’s like the Kama Sutra meets The Art of War passing itself off as some twisted Joy of Sex 2011 Edition.
Also, I consider my lifelong sensei for good sex to be Kelly Wells.
Still, once in a while, in my internet travels, I come across some shemales that are so spanking fantabulous, one just gasps in stunned admiration. You’d think I’d imitate a typical girl by getting jealous and stabby. No. I genuinely go "wow!" along with all the other boys. It’s both inspirational and instructional: it shows us that our girls can be classically beautiful and pretty AND it shows us our limitations. I sound like a broken record, but I’ve said it millions of times here and elsewhere. It’s all about the proportions. If you’re too big, too tall, too broad…you could still look great…but it’s simply not the same. Stand next to any biological girl and take a picture and see for yourself. A girl your height will have much narrower shoulders and proportions than we’ll ever have. I can’t think of a better example than Elisany Silva. She’s 6’7" Just look at her proportions and compare it to the guys.
(above) Genetic girl Elisany Silva is going to be the next "big" thing in the fashion world. Just compare her proportions to the men’s. It’s unmistakably feminine. No amount of visits to Thailand, no amount of shaving, suctions, hormones, surgery will EVER get us to this point.
Now, back to the shemale superstars. Here are the five I have always been dazzled by. Yes, there’s a wee bit retouching in the pics, but I’ve seen their videos, and they really do look THIS good.
Needless to say, the earlier in their career you find them, the better they’ll appear.
Saskya (she did like two movies and disappeared), probably found a successful man to marry!
First off, HAPPY NEW YEAR to all my readers (and gawkers). I am still here, and I have not abandoned this website / blog. I have been busy hitting the gym, workouts, and what not to make my resolution of 2011 come true. MORE PICTURES FOR D332.com!.
I have an extensive library of photos dating back some 15 years, and I just find it a wee bit embarrassing to post current pictures unless I am in tip top shape and condition. I know the Gallery looks sparse and seldom updated. That’s because I removed most of the pictures from it a few months back. I wanted to focus it more on an artistic / erotic angle, instead of mere portraiture, or what I would like to call "tranny dress-up pics." These are pics that have no content or form, merely a dude standing in front of a camera to obtain a full-figure "record" of what they are wearing. This genre of picture-taking has ceased to capture my interest many years ago, although I confess I still falter now and then, unable to resist snapping a few shots of a well put-together outfit. So without ado, I will present 10 tracks that I listened to most in the year 2010. That doesn’t mean the songs were popular or created in 2010. Merely, that they were my favorite, and often cued at the top of my playlist. Here they are, in NO particular order.
1. "What What In the Butt" by Samwell
Best song ever. I’m not a great fan of electro, but I’m a huge fan of anything that is openly GAY. This brash, unapologetic masterpiece from the out-of-the-closet airline attendant stands erect from a society that is constantly assasinating unique identities in order to assimilate and conform. Created in under twenty minutes, this lo-fi piece is begging to be mashed, remixed, stretched, and sampled. But in it’s original state (only available from I-Tunes), it’s a joyous piece that is celebrates the gay life undiluted!
2. Invocation of My Demon Brother by Mick Jagger
Improvised on a newly purchased Moog analog synthesizer by Rolling Stones frontman in the late 60′s, this hypnotic piece accompanies experimental gay filmmaker Kenneth Anger’s short celluloid LSD trip. The analog texture of the synth has that gorgeous complexity that cannot be replicated by modern electronics.
3. She Was Too Easy by Arthur (Arto Lindsay?) Lindsey
The opening track of George Rodgers’s 1969 grindhouse b-movie The Abnormal Female, along with the free jazz soundtrack and unmistakable Arto Lindsay voice tells me this is the fledgling outing of the Brazilian jazz / pop auteur. The changes of "She Was Too Easy" (the opening track) has that bossa nova Saudade (Portuguese for a certain sadness for something that is lost) that I love so much.
4. Compassion by Nina Simone
From my favorite and Nina Simone’s favorite Nina Simone album "and Piano", Compassion is a gorgeous gospel piece based on a poem by Paul Lawrence Dunbar. I listened to the whole record repeatedly at the time my dear friend Louisa tragically passed away. Try "I’ll Look Around" to hear the fantastic classical touch Nina Simone had (she was supposed to attend Curtis Institute in Philly, the most prestigious piano school in this country).
5. Ya Underwear (Go Go Crankin Mix)
Classic funky deep house track that San Francisco’s DJ Dan used to spin. It’s the sound that I miss so much ever since GBH Fridays changed venues, Centrofly closed down in midtown NYC, Carl Kennedy headed back to UK, 9/11 happened, and "Chill Lounge" put the "slacker" into dance music.
6. A Song by Loudon Wainwright III
The closing track on Wainwright’s Little Ships album, it features a lone banjo and a string ensemble. A short song about writing a short song, this meta-song opens into a stately vista that Wainwright marries so expertly between simplicity and patrician grace.
7. Warren Jeffs Explains by Kinkzoid
Illinois experimental rock band came out with this piece that hilariously puts Fundamental Mormon polygamist (FLDS) prophet Warren Jeff’s racist, homophobic sermons to a sterilized Muddy Waters’ blues riff. I found out about them during my research into the evolution of marriage. Give all their albums a listen at their website for free KinkZoid and make a donation or buy an album if you like what you hear!
8. Grapefruit Moon by Tom Waits
Back when Tom Waits used to sing melodically, this gem from his debut album has been remade, tributed, copied, and modified UNSUCCESSFULLY by dozens of songstresses and artiste. They all failed miserably for the same reasons you can’t sing a song that is truly written by a real singer / songwriter: the song belongs to that creator and no one else. Any subsequent "versions" are just cheap Chinese knockoffs that no amount of justifications of "interpretions" can suffice.
9. Heitor Villa-Lobos’s Manquinha from Guia Pratico by Elaine Elias
Fusion jazz pianist with Steps Ahead have since become bossa nova chanteuse. Along the way, she came out with a classical album for EMI. Among the bright points in her rendition of Bach, Ravel, and Villa Lobos is Manquinha, a beautiful and restrained piece that has the elegance of Brazilian high culture.
10. Minha (All Mine) by Elaine Elias
Eliane Elias plays and sings Brazilian songwriter / composer Francis Hime’s composition, a piece that Bill Evans brought to mainstream American jazz fans in the 50s. Elias captures the gravity and melancholia that spans Bill Evan’s 30 years after the tragic death of his bassist / sideman Scott LaFaro.
Extra Credit: Sountrack of Revenge
Not sure if it’s on the soundtrack by Jack Nietzsche or not, but the music during the closing credits is the highlight of thei Kevin Costner piece. It’s a lone gut-strung guitar literally sighing amidst drops of notes like tears. I’ve loved this piece for years, and recently tried to find out the actual song. I thought, the "touch" of the guitarist is reminiscent of LA session great Tommy Tedesco, especially in his song "Impressions from Hollywood Boulevard." I looked it up and guess what?
