Because QUEEN CHRISTINA was released at the beginning of the Hays Office's reign of censorship terror, I've always felt that scripters were forced to turn this Scandanavian Royal into a fictional character who needed the love of a man for fulfillment. Surely the real Christina preferred the ladies.
As for Greta Garbo's sexuality, no photos have ever surfaced to my knowledge. I suppose "gay or no?" speculation can be fun and harmless if there's no downside for the person under the microscope. One screen personality of Garbo's generation who was openly gay, Patsy Kelly, saw her hireability really suffer for it.
Louis B. Mayer destroyed the career of a leading man in the early '30s because he refused to take a wife to clear up rumors about his preferences. This actor left Hollywood and for decades was a successful interior decorator. He also stayed with his partner for life.
There's always been questions about Rudolph Valentino. For certain, his actress wife, Jean Acker was a lesbian. The usual stories circtulated back then about Tallulah Bankhead, Joan Crawford, Barbara Stanwyck, Marlene Dietrich, Bette Davis or any actress with an assertive, self-assured manner. For certain, Marjorie Main (Ma Kettle), her lover Spring Byington, Nancy Kulp (Jane Hathaway on The Beverly Hillbillies) and designer Edith Head were gay.
I'd like to recommend an interview book on the subject: http://www.amazon.co...h/dp/1569800677
It's called HOLLYWOOD LESBIANS
The list of celeb gays, lesbians and bisexuals at WIKIPEDIA is a literal encyclopedia, with one page per alphabet letter (sometimes two or three pages!:
Whoa, is this thread still around? Amazing.
I wish nylons were as durable as the endless pantyhose vs. stockings debate.
My choice way back when was NEITHER. These years, part of my everyday at-work attire is a pair of black or dark gray knee high nylon socks (I get 'em at WALMART in 10-pr boxes, No Nonsense Queen size, if you must know!).
Wow, that's really going back!
I knew you'd remember my friend, who was also briefly a member here.
There was no point in revealing his identity here as the guy whose last name I legally adopted has probably long since been sublimated by that religion. On the other hand, maybe after me he was able to re-emerge with someone else. Despite the buckets of tears I cried over this person, there's still gratitude for who I now am publicly, a feat I couldn't have accomplished alone. Thus I only have best wishes to extend.
I was deeply involved with a Jehovah's Witness during the months leading to my divorce (we were chatroom friends) and once I was single and on my own. This person was (not sure anymore) an FTM TG.
We were together on and off for four tumultuous years, during the first of which (2000). I made my transition and went through some cosmetic surgery and a legal name change.
It was a complicated situation, for L. was encumbered by many things, including a deep attachment to the religion. I was taken to a couple of services related only by calender to the Catholic Easter mass. Part of this ritual is congregants passing a glass of wine from one person to the next, with no one drinking.
That's just extraneous to my main point.
Our relationship fell apart, again for many reasons. I've always felt regret we got involved at all, yet grateful, as without my friend's support I'd either still be in gender limbo right now or a suicide. There's been no contact for nearly a decade, and never will be, I imagine.
My friend was a burgeoning artist and did much painting while we were together. A while back I found an inactive webpage that had a self-portrait on it of a crying clown, a very disturbing image, as the face under all that pancake is so familiar.
I haven't said "he" or "she" on this post as that was one of the most troubling aspects of our friendship. At first, "he" was very present, but within months disappeared. It didn't matter to me, for I loved THE PERSON, but I feel that his closeting was related to being a Witness and the guilt that resulted.
Maybe I'm the worst judge on this matter, as I am the ultimate non-denomnational heathen.
As an outsider though I've got to say: guilt sucks, no matter what causes it.
I use WALMART for my spironolactone prescription, of which I take a lotta pills.
At a regular discount pharmacy, spiro was costing $102 a month. At WALMART it's been $40 for a few years, although recently they've been trying to raise the price by $20, but the pharmacist keeps knoocking it back for me.
Post-op since 1980, her feud with local police began with a moving violation that included her birth name.
The so-called pipe bomb she was carrying when arrested was anything but an explosive.
I am a resident of South Florida. Every hot-weather season we experience an
annual event In one of our seaside communities, a group of activist ladies
inevitably organize a protest march, complete with signs and bullhorns, decrying
the inhumane treatment of women. It's not their boyfriends, husbands or bosses
they rage against, but an unfair system that won't allow them to appear topless
on the beaches. They see men all around them bare from neck to waist, and they
demand the same right of exposure.
Last year, a demonstration took place in Delray Beach, the highlight of which
was to be a planned public "unveiling" of some 14 middle-aged women. But at
that crucial moment when push came to shove, only ONE of them was brave enough
to "take it all off." She was promptly arrested for public indecency, to howls
of complaint from her outraged but nonetheless more timid sisters.
End of march.
This got me thinking.
We have an exceptionally large TG community down here. Many of us gals, myself
included, are Pre-op. I've had a breast augmentation, and am currently about a
DD. I'd like to see all us Pre-ops get together, that is, all those who have the
"M" on their driver's licenses and are therefore considered legally male, so
that we can stage a "topless" protest march of our own, in solidarity with
our oppressed GG sisters. Wouldn't THAT make for an interesting little parade.
So, what can happen? Can the cops legally arrest topless "guys" just because we
have breasts, and are therefore "indecently dressed"? Can they paddy wagon us
away simply because we're TG? (I smell Supreme Court case here!) And if they DO
pinch the lot of us, which section of the jail will they house us in while we're
being processed-- BOYS or GIRLS? (Supreme Court.....take 2!)
I can imagine that because of this unusual action by our group, the current laws
would have to be amended from--- "women may not go topless" to "ALL individuals
with substantial breast tissue must be properly attired in public, that is, the
nipples and aureolae may not be visible."
OKAY-- Does this mean that flat-chested women are then free to go waist-up
naked, while fat old geezers with flabby "man boobs" will be required to cover
up-- wear a sports bra, at least?
I agree with your psychiatrist. Go by your real name from day one.
My transitionibg at work was hindered by everyone there knowing me as my birth name. One inflexible assistant manager continued to use it even after the legal change, liked to embarrass me by calling it out across a crowded store just to see me squirm. I was passing pretty well at the time and her nasty pranks did lead to a lot of heads turning and whispering among customers. These abuse, and an insane workload, contributed to my meltdown at that job.
I know your situation is rather different, yet they still can't call you a name they've never heard.