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What better way to spend a Thursday evening (EST) than to peruse through blurbs about old transgender sit-coms? (Don't answer that!) Anyway, for your amusement and/or time-filler between things that actually mean something, I give you Big Closet TG Land!

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But if they had a contest between the three women at the table as to who was the most insecure, it might have been a dead heat. The girl felt so badly about herself that she had given into hopelessness. The woman who loved her felt overshadowed by a woman whose only fault was that her husband had built her up into a hero of mythical proportion, even in death. And the woman sitting across from them witnessed the love between the two, feeling entirely unworthy and inauthentic; as if being herself was some mere phase of life rather than the huge struggle she had endured with much success.

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Victorianna Pentangelo stood on a hill overlooking Lake Ewuana. She trembled at the thought of what she was about to do. Looking down at her right hand, she felt the weight of the gun pulling at her; beckoning in a way. She breathed a deep sigh and put the gun to her right temple. As she did, she said a quick prayer, seeking forgiveness for the unforgiveable...

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Her hand had shaken enough to frighten her; she wanted this neat and easy, and the gun in her hand could never be ‘neat,’ nor was it as easy as she expected. Something in the back of her mind recalled a presence that seemed to steady her hand … was that it? Hold her hand? Still, she had the sense that it was finished; ironic enough as she remembered the last word ….Tetelestai…the task is accomplished...

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Another look at life here in the closet by those two zanies (actually one zany and one fairly reasonable girl; you can guess whom.) Dedicated to the vigilance of service from the folks who keep this place running, aye? And dedicated to perhaps the only man I would ever want to marry, Danny Kaye.

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There are so many of us who find we can have faith that moves mountains, just not faith for our own sake. We see the best in others while seeing so little of worth in ourselves. Life can be hard when you’re stuck that way, but Bernice was about to find out that someone had faith in her.

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The haunting sound of oboe and xylophone never felt so special as when Katrina danced. No one but she would know the contrarian joy of en pointe or a pirouette as if by dancing she both defined herself and defied the crowd. She turned and practically floated across the stage as all eyes beheld the sweet girl’s grace. The music turned from soothing to jarring as Sugar Plums gave way to husky Russian boys...

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The Gowns
A Parent's Heart

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The Gowns
Legacy

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