Welcome to the last of this week's Spring Celebration reading recommendations. Stopping by this afternoon with a guest review is an author I'm sure you have seen here many times, the one-and-only Mykola (Mick) Dementiuk. If you missed it, please check out last week's review of Mick's Times Square Cutie
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What attracted me to Confessions of a Transvestite Prostitute by Chris Burrows was an interview the author had showing his photographs for all the world to see, Wawawoom! What a fantastic looker! My mouth dropped open at seeing her in a long off-shoulder gown ready to dance the night away, to his wearing a pretty gray skirt with a black and white top ready for office work. Whatever she was wearing she simply looked divine. I, as many cross-dressers know very well, it isn’t just mere clothes that make a woman she has to walk with confidence and carry herself with the assuredness that her sex, as she presents herself, is not merely something she has shoddily put on but a full 24 hour a day woman, living, breathing, sleeping and then getting up and doing it all over again. Ah, life… I could never be that woman and long ago even stopped trying but Chris Burrows makes it look very easy, a snap, really.
Of course, it would be easy for him he’s been doing it since early childhood. He tells us of his longing and desire for feminine clothes, to be near them, to put them on and successfully pass as a woman. God, what a thrill that could be! From his early teen years, at first just trying the clothes on, to her later years when she successfully passed as a woman, still, the world sees us as different, as hooker/prostitutes and Chris shows us how it is possible to live and survive, which he/she does admirably in his role as a woman. It wasn’t long that he started doing it for money, with the exclusive friendships he had in Hong Kong, Bangkok and other Asian cities.
Asia looks at transgenders differently than we do in the West, there seems to be no stigma for trying to change sexes, why should there be anyway? Your sex is your sex; no one can alter that, only you. The Ladyboys, though I’ve seen it as spelled Ladybois, which teem Asian cities, wouldn’t survive in the West, our prejudices and hatred of others is simply too ingrained in us. We fear the different, the other, and men as women? Forget it, no way! Or do we? Two of my editors were once men and now survive as women, even had the operations to go all the way, and one, well, I’m still trying to figure out their gender but I don’t think I ever will, so I’ll leave with that.
In the West we view the transvestite prostitute as odd, a freak of nature, nothing but a hooker on Times Square while in the East a trans/pros is really a Ladyboy, and certainly looking and acting a lot better than an actual woman.
In the book we go through the author’s adventures or misadventures, of being a woman to a surprising conclusion that actually made me smile; I did not expect it all. But also a great ending by an author whose works I will certainly reading more of. This is perfect book, with a perfect ending. My hats off to Chris Burrows! Take it off, baby, no, wait, I’ll take it off for you. Still, better we both take it off…
Keep writing!
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A huge thank you to Mick for taking the time to share with us such a wonderful review (and thanks as well to Chris for stopping by last week for an interview!)
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Sounds like a fascinating book.
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