 The Eurovision Song Contest? Have you gone mad? Well no. Not at all. I've always been fascinated by the Eurovision since I was little. I loved the suspense of the voting (although these days it's the political power-plays that are the most intriguing thing about the voting but that's not the sort of thing you spot at age 7). The music, well if I'm honest, I've enjoyed a lot of that too. And more recently the whole thing has taken on a kind of glorious campness that just screams 'tranny'! The costumes, the silliness, the Germans!
But aren't the 'trannies' who appear in the Eurovision just ridiculing us and perpetrating a tired and stereotypical myth of what we are all about? Don't they bear almost no resemblance whatsoever to 'every-day' t*girls?
Well maybe. But for me, by taking a chance, and taking the stage, they are at least offering hope to those transgendered people in some countries who have to remain beneath society because of law or culture. OK, so they may be a little bit melodramatic but for my money, they are still worth applauding! |
And of course, the Eurovision has, on more than one occasion, boasted its fair share of trannies, one of whom even won it! It's also been said, on various occasions, that some of the non-transvestite entries were so camp that even 'regular women' ended up looking as if they were trannies, either because of their outfits or more often the way over-the-top make-up that is more reminiscent of drag queens than pop princesses. So this is my tribute to the competition, the camp, the costumes and of course, those transgendered musicians whose daring and whose high heels and lipstick shine like a beacon of hope to many people all over Europe for whom these people may represent the only visible sign that the fact that they too feel in some way transgendered might not be as wrong as it seems. |
