What underlies the whole book is that you have to cross-dress to live: to cross-dress to survive, to exist; You can never be yourself, you always have to change your personality to live in a society. - Josée Yvon
"Francine thought of all her friends: the crossers, the killed, the abused, the stupid, the wonderful. These and a host of others are the facets that sparkle, the insects that swarm, caught in the gear of the margins, within transvesties-kamikaze."
"All the situations and characters described in this book are in no way part of fiction and any resemblance to living or dead people or real places is intended and written to represent them."
The fragments of stories, poems, and collages that make up Transvesties-kamikaze make it a charged, degenerate and powerful object. Reality appears in close-up, in pieces; The thread of events dissolves in the night and in alcohol, in rape and stabbings, drugs and medicines. For Francine, Gina, Brigitte, Jasmine, Josée Yvon's furious and pictorial narration is a den, a place pierced by "holes in the plaster that crumbles, but comfortable, warm, weird, attractive, perhaps a family". And she added, 'I'm a claim when I run out of gas.'
