PhiladelphiaWeekly.com – by Tara Murtha
My new friend Juli invited me to a party for transgendered people out in the ’burbs. After hours at a fancy restaurant in a posh pocket of manure-smelling McCain country is the unlikely spot where men – mostly blue-collar types – can safely mingle while zippered into pencil skirts and hoisted up in heels.
Here, transgendered women (the party’s open to anyone but transgendered men rarely show) sneak in a few hours dressed in feminine finery and, in varying degrees, act in ways our society says is only cool for people born with vaginas.