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First woman jury, Los Angeles
[November 1911] (date created or published later by Bain)
1 negative : glass ; 5 x 7 in. or smaller.
Notes:
Title from data provided by the Bain News Service on the negative.
Photo shows the first all-woman jury in California who acquitted the editor of the Watts News of printing indecent language, on Nov. 2, 1911. (Source: Flickr Commons project, 2009 and Los Angeles Times, Nov. 3, 1911)
Forms part of: George Grantham Bain Collection (Library of Congress).
Subjects:
Los Angeles
Format: Glass negatives.
Rights Info: No known restrictions on publication.
Repository: Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division, Washington, D.C. 20540 USA, hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.print
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Call Number: LC-B2- 2354-15
I am aware that the word transvestite is unpopular and despised but I am happy to embrace it and call myself one. I am after all a man who dresses up in the clothes of the opposite gender and I will admit at times I find this an erotic experience. My motivations in dressing up as a woman are not actually for sexual arousal but if it occurs then I will enjoy the moment. I am in fact motivated by several things and I am hard pressed to ever work out which one I truly desire.
I've got the sexual arousal out of the way so I'll move onto the other motivations that drive me to create a female alter-ego. I have a definite part of me, that once was very dominate, that is transsexual. In my early years I definitely felt I should have been a girl. By my late teens this feeling still existed but had diminished as my teenage hormonal changes kicked in. I started to enjoy the thrill of being a boy presenting as a girl, that was incredibly exciting but then after about three attempts I was caught by my parents and told to stop dressing up like a girl. As many of us will know stopping cross-dressing does not stop the desire we have to engage in the activity. However, I was a cowardly individual and stopped physically cross-dressing though the idea still excited me greatly and had the potential to induce the occasional moment of sexual arousal. I would masturbate and enjoy the pleasure only to swiftly feel disgusted and ashamed of myself. But, the desire would surface once more before too long and I would go through the whole cycle at regular intervals but was not actually cross-dressing.
In my early teens I was also captivated by women acting in films and wished I was an actress then one day stumbled across Danny la Rue, at the time was a very popular entertainer in Britain, who was a female impersonator. To my astonishment everyone seemed to enjoy seeing his performances. He wore lots of glamorous make-up, dresses and wigs and to say my whole world stopped and I was enraptured would be an understatement. To my fearful cowardly closeted transsexual teenage self I was stunned that a man could make a career out of pretending to be a glamorous woman. About the same time I came across the word transvestite and it was a eureka moment. I realised I was not alone, there were others that felt and had the same desires as I did. I think discovering the word transvestite saved me, it really did. I suddenly saw a way forward. If I could not be a girl I could dress up as one on a temporary basis, lots of men also desired this as well, I was smiling for months afterwards feeling a burden had been lifted!
Also, around this time another entertainer from Scotland was enjoying popular success in the entertainment world, this was Stanley Baxter who played many female characters and went the whole way with the make-up and costumes not just a male parody of a woman. I was so fascinated and in awe of Danny la Rue and Stanley Baxter I decided I too would become a female impersonator...ha! Of course my lack of nerve and inner fear of desiring to dress as a girl dominated me and I suppressed the urge though it certainly carried on in my head and yes on occasion I found myself full of angst and masturbating, pleasure mixed with fear and self loathing. It took me a long time to finally don a wig, slip into a dress and put on make-up, well over twenty years.
Nowadays I do still have the occasional all consuming desire to become a woman full time, I can find myself weeping that I have a male body but I also know now that this will pass but will inevitably return. The sexual arousal can still occur and like my teenage self I still on occasion masturbate and I don't feel too guilty about it when it happens. I am keen though to get past that as I feel a powerful need to tuck away my male genitals and have a flat female looking genital area. I feel a wave of relief and joyful emotion wash over me when I am finally tucked. Once I have my breasts attached and having shaved off all my body hair an inner peace and contentment settles on me yet I am also buzzing with excitement.
I won't deny I am very happy attempting to appear as a woman, part of me wishes it was real but part of me enjoys the sheer adventure of daring to cross-dress as a woman and going through all the effort of body shaving, tucking, taping, applying make-up and then actually starting to dress in lingerie and female clothing such as dresses and skirts and I love, absolutely love, to wear high heels. A huge part of the thrill and reward I feel is knowing I am really a man acting the part. The suppressed performer within me enjoys this aspect. I love the idea that anyone who sees me dressed as a woman may, just may, possibly believe I am a woman. To succeed in that convincing illusion is my ultimate dream and the goal I strive to reach. It is one of my biggest motivations.
Whilst I do gain deep emotional satisfaction from dressing as a woman the actor I wish I had been thrives on the challenge of performance and trying to carry off the portrayal. I have noticed with my cross-dressing I do like to try different appearances, looks and persona's. I have to confess I used to terrify myself in my early cross-dressing days back in 2000 to 2004 by some of the ways I would dress and pose, it was clearly motivated by sex in some way. I would strike (well try to) seductive, teasing, somewhat provocative poses wearing very short skirts and big heels and trying to pull off a sexy look on camera...if that is not sexually motivated I don't know what is!
I used to be ashamed of myself after such cross-dressing moments but these days I feel it is best to acknowledge I did it very willingly and was keen at the time so there is no point in denying it. Even now I harbour the occasional desire to try and look sexy and seductive as a woman. Of course it all quite pathetic as I am a man in his mid fifties so it is a delusional fantasy but despite knowing this the bottom line is it is rather fun to attempt such a thing so why not just go for it if one has desire to try it.
Regarding the photo I am posting with this narrative, that represents one of my 'off the rails' moments. I know it is an unrealistic female look and very much an obvious transvestite choice but I also know when I did it I felt I was on an adventure and for me, a dull male, it was very daring. What really surprised me was just how euphoric I felt once I was dressed and wearing all the make-up and the big wig, I adored it! It was a moment of pure elation and such fun. I do not regret going for this look and I was actually rather at home with it and my confidence increased considerably leading to poses for the camera like this one. If that was me as a man I would be looking very self conscious, dressed up as a woman and wearing all that make-up I was the opposite, I loved the camera!
Being a transvestite, despite the negative aspects, the physical challenges and the fear of discovery it does provide amazing experiences and excitement on many levels that just being a man can never provide. Being a transvestite works for me and every time I recall a cross-dressing session I simply cannot help smiling and feeling rather nice in a wee bubble of joy.
Ya gotta love teenagers for their spon-"teen"-aity, and their ability to get you laughing. This was a short encounter but we laughed almost the whole time.
I found them walking in front of me in a crowd. They both had on strapless cocktail dresses with really big bows in the back and you could tell they were talking and giggling.
I was walking with a friend and she said, "you've got to photograph them for your project. So, I ran ahead and asked them, They said, "sure,"... together!
Then I said, "What are your names?" I saw both speak but heard only one voice, "Amanda."
"Okay, so which one is Amanda?"
"We are," they said.
"What grade?"
"Tenth."
The one on the left spoke up by herself and said, "I'm 15 and she is 16 years old."
I thought it might be a good idea to photograph them in their dresses together but they didn't think so. We finally decided that we would create a portrait that depicted a characteristic of their friendship. They decided that they are characterized by craziness and , "biting off each other's heads." They weren't quite sure what that meant and I never got a straight answer since we were laughing.
"So how are you going to illustrate this," I asked them. Immediately the one on the left grabbed the other by the shoulders, opened her mouth really wide and bit the other one's head... and I captured the moment.
I told them that I thought it would be nice to get a "sane" photo too and hence the one below.
This picture is #19 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at www.flickr.com/groups/100strangers/
A timed shot taken before Sarah and I left for a party. As usual, she looks good while I look like I've just been through a clothes dryer. But it is kind of hard to get the camera going, sit down, pose, and fix your own clothes.
A series of 8 snapshots from one of the starting points at Saturdays carnival in my town Aalborg.
The 85.000 participant met at three different starting points before they walked to a big party in one of the central parks in the city centre.
This series is from the starting points at Haraldslund, - a square close to my home.
Ever since Adam started Fancy Dress Friday, however crap my week has been, I always end it with a smile! Dressing up is fun!
I'm going to a fancy dress party tomorrow so I get to dress up again!! YEAY!
My little sister and I, in dresses our Mom made, smile and show off all the goodies that the Easter bunny brought to us!
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Papplewick Pumping Station 1940's weekend.
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I GOT IN TO UNIVERSITY!!!!! (University of the West of England, Bristol)
I also got a letter in the post inviting me for an interview at the Arts Institute Bournemouth. Woooo
I tried this shot with my long curly wig to make it more mermaid like but I just looked stupid. Mermaids can have short hair, well they can now.
I GOT INTO UNI :D wooooooooooooooooooooo
Promoting James and The Giant Peach that is on at the local theatre. The costume was purple.
Much of the city centre was cordoned off today, there was a bomb (* waves at the CIA *) scare. Seemingly whatever it was, the blew it up in a controlled manner.
I saw nuffin.......and I'm sticking to that!
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I've had this idea in my head for a few months. Check that one off the list! :D :D <--- that's me being happy.
Lighting setup: Single SB-600 through 42" white umbrella, pretty much above the camera, and very slightly on the left, about 5 ft off the ground aiming toward subjects. Umbrella is about 3 ft from dude in the front. Remote manual flash triggered at full power by CLS. CPL filter on the lens.
Make sure to view larger on black. ;)
An unknown young man dressed up in a dark tailcoat, a top hat, a bow tie, light coloured pinstriped pants, a monocle, and fake facial hair. From a collection of photos relating to the McCarthy/Hussey family of Ashfield Twp and Goderich, Ontario.
It was a posed portrait - photo 'session' between 2 tourist girls.I just quietly stole a phone snap form the side...
Then, when processing, I realised a crop might look more like a portrait?
Men dressing up as women and spending time as a female, is that possible? Well, everything's possible up to a point. Certainly one can try to look like a woman by employing various illusionary techniques such as shaving off male body hair, plucking male eyebrows, genital tucking, wearing false breasts, applying make-up, donning a wig, painting one's nails then dressing in female underwear, dresses. skirts and high heel shoes and adding wigs, jewellery and perfume...one can indeed use all of this physical techniques to create an image of a woman.
However it's not actually the same as being a woman, I doubt we as men who try to pass ourselves off as women can ever really know the reality of being a woman. We can indulge in the superficial aspects such as the appearance and wearing female clothing and shoes and female hair styles but we are in reality impersonating women outwardly.
I am fascinated by this as I would like to pass as a woman in many ways and not just by trying to create an illusion of looking female. I actually want to take it to a level where people think I am a female. That is a big challenge and each year I realise I will never have the ability to actually carry it off yet I still cannot help trying to achieve it.
Once we have dressed as a woman and have done a lot of, let's face it hard work, as it takes real commitment as a male to try and look female I believe we should invest more in our female alter-egos in behaviour, mannerisms and emotions. In short I believe to pass one has to become a woman inside one's head. Obviously this is still impossible but it borrows from the acting world so a plausible degree of behaving as expected as a female is possible.
I'm not necessarily talking about society's expectations but the gender carries with it certain norms. The big one to work on is the fact that typically women are attracted to men, I acknowledge not all are but the majority find men attractive as many men find women attractive.
I have an idea that in order to pass more convincingly as a woman if I were to behave more like one it would help sell the illusion for me. To this end I should act as if I am an heterosexual woman. Now as an heterosexual male this is not easy to do yet if one desires to pass a a woman so perhaps responding to men in a manner that women do and not recoil because it is deemed homosexual then maybe one's female persona will come across as more real and benefit the physical appearance as maybe it will feel like more of a female vibe than male.
I have a life dream of being able to spend time in the world as a woman yet only part time as I do live as a man. I enjoy becoming my female alter-ego yet I know my male self restricts how she can be. I need to cross that line I described above to make her feel more female to those who may see her and meet her.
I think I want female experiences as Helene as I truly enjoy being her yet she seems to me like a man in drag not a woman. I suppose I have some transsexual aspects to me and yet I like my male life with my wife, family and work but I do need to set free the female I am as well.
I will admit as Helene I love men finding me attractive as a woman and I would love to appear alongside a man as a woman, I see a man as the ultimate accessory in selling the female illusion. I am not attracted to men but I think I could act as if I was in order to appear more female. Imagine being in make-up, wig, dress and heels and playing the female to the best of your abilities and daring to be seen on the arm of a man, now that really is trying to be a convincing woman.
Of course I know some will take the view I'm homosexual because of all I have just outlined but that's too simplistic. I enjoy being a woman yet I am a man. I am not attracted to men but could pretend I was when I become Helene. I see it as performance and indulging my vanity. It is not for sexual desire. In fact if I'm totally honest I can be sexually aroused by the cross-dressing but not by men. I suspect, embarrassing as it is to admit this, I may well be in love with my own female image!
I lack confidence in my abilities to look like a woman, in fact I believe I fail all f the time yet I cannot escape the effort and desire to try and come close to being female. It's a bit more than just dressing up, there is an emotional desire there as well. I also have to admit I really do enjoy appearing as a woman and delight in the make-up, wigs, dresses and high heels and trying to think my self into the role and act the part.
I do get a bit tired of people telling me 'oh you take it too seriously, just dress up'. That's fine if that is what fulfils one's needs with cross-dressing but my own personal desires are seeking that elusive dream of passing convincingly and people actually believing I am female. It s what drives me so no, I won't just be putting on the clothes and make-up , I want to take things to where I dream of being.
We all have different motivations and dreams for our cross-dressing and I am trying to express my own views and how it can be possible to behave like a female without being homosexual. I think acting as an heterosexual women is definitely the right way to go to pass as a convincing woman.
I would actually enjoy the adventure of going out for dinner as a lady, or having a boyfriend (not full time just for appearances) as it would give me more of a female experience but I would avoid crossing that line of my actual sexuality. I mean, after all the effort and expense and physical and emotional commitment we often put into and invest in our female appearances why not play the persona and get into character?
I have no real understanding of why I seek to be as female as I possibly can become when I cross-dress but I am motivated to attempt that and the idea of being a woman with a man for appearances does not repel me, more I think adds to the perception I could be a woman. I admit I would enjoy the attention and playing the female role, it would be quite exciting and a thrilling experience but it is ultimately a performance on my part not a reality.
So what has all that to do with this photo? When I posed for this picture I had managed to get myself into that mindset, the Helene persona more than ever before and I was excited I had managed to step up a gear on my previous efforts. I imagined that I was about to go out to a wine bar on a summer evening with my boyfriend and I chose a dress and summer hat I hoped he would like me wearing and was looking forward to showing off my legs on a summer evening and flirting a wee bit.
I like to invest a back story in my photos before taking them so I often dream up these little fantasy scenarios. It appeals to the frustrated actor and my teenage ambition to have become a transvestite actor/female impersonator such as Christopher Morley who was a huge influence on me along with Stanley Baxter and Danny la Rue. Those men made me want to get into dress, high heels and make-up, it all looked like an amazing and daring thing to do back in the 1970s.
I have to admit I felt really thrilled when I posed for this picture, I had not dressed as a woman for nearly a year and the delight and thrill of wearing the make-up, the wig, the lingerie, the dress and the high heel shoes was just wonderful, I adored my time as Helene.
Now where is that boyfriend... late as usual, typical man!
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In Brugge you see many people who are dressed up in nice clothing, and also fancy hats, both ladies and gents!
It is the capital of West-Flanders.
And the tourists from all over the world follow suit.
Like this young lady on the market square in the centre of this beautiful historic city, where I was born.
The other beauty just posing.
I wish you a day full of beauty and thank you for your visit, Magda, (*_*)
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How can you not notice Tammy! Her hat first draws ones attention and then you notice that the whole person is a spectacular looking woman.
I was in a Doctors office for a routine visit and Tammy was at the registration desk to schedule my next appointment. She was exceptionally friendly to everyone she was helping. When she got to me I commented on her hat and how great she looks in it. She thanked me and said it is one of 60 hats she owned. I thought perhaps I misunderstood and I asked her what she said and she repeated that she has 60 hats. Now that is quite a collection. She said she has all sorts, wide brims, narrow brims derby styles, and named a few more.
I told her that I like to make pictures for fun and I had an account on Flickr and was in a group that focuses on snapping pics of strangers and would she mind if I make her pic. She said, "Sure, you may." Unfortunately I didn't have my camera with me; all I had was my cell phone. Oh well, when asked what is the best camera the answer is always, the one you have with you.
When I asked about her how long she had worked in the healthcare field she said 10 years. Then she said that a couple of years ago she decided to enroll in classes to become a Surgical Technologist. But at the very end of her study the Covid 19 outbreak totally changed the field and protocols caused her not to be able to continue with her "Practical's," so she went back to doing registrations that requires insurance knowledge and skills. Hopefully, she will be able to return to Surgery when the current health issues get back to whatever normal is going to be.
She has a 14 year old daughter who is very athletic and is now playing high school Softball and Volley Ball. She is an excellent student and is taking college courses in addition to her High School classes. When she graduates in 4 years she will get a high school diploma as well as an Associate's Degree from the college. That will give her a head start toward her dream to get a college degree and go to medical school to become a dermatologist.
Also, Tammy was wearing a matching black mask that she removed for her picture.
You may also see other interesting people photos and their stories at the following location: www.flickr.com/groups/thehumanfamily/
Sir Walter Raleigh founded North Carolina and the city of Raleigh in Wake County is named for him. Here is a statue of him that stands outside the Raleigh Convention Center. I am not sure why he is dressed the way he is.
With the teen girls and 9 yr old brother around Cookeville, TN. We had a blast! We never enter homes or buildings, where we would be trespassing and could be harmed.
The home was a Sears Roebucks Catalog order. It stayed in the family until the renter passed away then sat empty. The room upstairs was painted pink and when the sun came thru the bedroom window, the upstairs would glow down the hallway as if someone still lived there. Two years ago, the barn was demolished and removed then last summer, they took down the house. It is sad that a little more of history is now gone.
Well, it's best to look at this photo in the large size---the original makes it too big, and the dress becomes a blur, rather than the subtle match for the frame that it is in reality.
I had this little snapshot for a long time, and there was something about it, out of literally thousands of snapshots, that drew me to it. The photo itself is not exceptional, unless you want to say that its defects make it exceptional. It is over-exposed, I guess, so that the clapboard -siding on the schoolhouse or church or whatever that is (I'd guess church, and Inez may be dressed-up for services), has become nothing but a white backdrop. Only where her shadow falls can you see the lines of the boards.
One day, drawn as I say to the photo, I turned it over. "Inez Kolb," it says, "deaf & no talk." I knew then, in one of life's moments of wonder, why this photograph had been calling me. Now, when I blow the photograph up to the enormous original size, I see that Inez is smiling. That's another nice touch.
The frame, by the way, is probably from the fifties, The photo is from the thirties, probably. They go together quite nicely, don't you think?