Recently the rat-fuck representatives of the Ukrainian gay establishment has become rather popular among the sex-business dealers from near abroad countries that offer them fees three times as many as the sums paid to the own actors. At times when Ukraine is being troubled over the recently adopted laws on morale, and even the demonstration of naked bosom on the newspaper’s pages or TV channel may cause great trouble for mass media, the Ukraine’s neighbors do not bother over such follies. All is being in order there. This fact is confirmed by the stormy splash of the licensed porno. Dozens of Russian porno studios that legally work on the tapes of "ХХХ" genre, produce own magazines, engage actors, involving the Ukrainian ones.
The first ever beauty competition for transvestites has been held near Bangkok in Thailand.
Twenty-four cross-dressers and transsexuals who have had operations to change their appearance took part in the event.
It was as traditional as any female contest - they all paraded in evening wear and skimpy bikinis before going on to answer questions about their hopes and aspirations.
They came from 11 Asian countries as well as Germany and France.
What is this trend to define or justify ourselves by what it is we do not do? Not only do crossdressers succumb to this technique, but so do wives and partners. Where is the positive aspect in saying something akin to, "Well, sure I may be a compulsive gambler, but at least I´m not a drug addict?" Or, take for example, "Yes, my husband is a crossdresser, it´s okay with me, at least he doesn´t abuse me." Wait a minute, I think I missed something here. Let me try to put this in math terms, now if A=B, and B has nothing to do with C, then can A possibly be equal to C? I don´t think so.
Julie fears death if forced to return to Grozny, and not only because of the war.
The 15th child of a Chechen elder, Julie is a transsexual - a man who is psychologically a woman - and must worry not only about Russian bombs but her Islamic homeland's traditional culture, which is not receptive to gays and transsexuals. Julie, who dresses as a woman and is unmistakably feminine in walk and manner, down to her long, manicured nails, is for now still legally Dmitry, a diagnosed transsexual, waiting for a sex-change operation.
The woman who emerges seductively from Grisha's bedroom looks nothing like the man who went in just an hour before.
A tight black mini-dress accentuates her impossibly slender hips and long, shapely legs. Her deep-set eyes are set off by thick, luxurious eyelashes and several hues of eyeshadow, and her lips are painted a provocative red. She tosses aside a unruly strand of the black hair that cascades down her back and moves toward the center of the room where, as she well knows, every eye is on her.
It was only a year ago that Grisha and his friends -- including 32-year-old Valera, his co-star for this evening's performance -- first started dressing up for their own private drag shows.
By Richard P. Fitzgibbons, M.D. NARTH Scientific Advisory Board Member
The following article appeared in the June 2001 issue of the Catholic magazine, Lay Witness. To order a copy of the magazine, call 1-800-MYFAITH.
A mother, concerned for some time about her 4-year-old son's effeminate mannerisms, lack of male playmates, and interest in Barbie dolls, finally decides to ask the pediatrician if these are signs of a problem. She is particularly worried that her husband has become increasingly upset and alienated from their son.
The pediatrician is reassuring: "This is just a phase nothing to worry about. He will grow out of it." Unfortunately, the pediatrician is probably wrong. Gender identity problems, including cross-dressing, exclusive cross-gender play, and a lack of same-sex friends should be treated as a symptom that something may be very wrong.
"Sometimes it's hard to be a woman," crooned country singer Tammy Wynette, little suspecting how true her words would ring in distant Moscow.
For the 15 competitors in Friday's Alternative Miss Moscow competition in the Ptyuch club, femininity was the name of the game, and it was not achieved without suffering.
"High heels take some getting used to," lamented Liz Taylor, also known as Sergei, a tour agent in Moscow.
"But I've got the knack now," he said, proving the point with a high kick.