Is the reflection I see in the mirror who I am, or just the taxi that carries "me" around? As a TG journalist for a host of magazines I have explored this and many other ideas along the detour that has become my life. Being transgender is by far the most confused, conflicted, distracting and yet amazing journey I have ever encountered thus far.
I had met Fran over a decade ago in New York City during the days when I was out and quite active in the transgender nightlife scene. The first time we met she actually scarred me a little, jumping out on the dance floor in front of me, shimmying not a foot in front of me, with big smile across her face. In those early days she was still wearing the often 'just out' crossdresser ensembles; 16 year old dresses and the like. But in short time her bright internal light shown through and I told my friends, I really dig this chick: she's fearless, unaffected by the masses, and does her own thing: she reminded of ME!