A random collection of over 1910 books and audiobooks authored by or about my transgender, intersex sisters, and gender-nonconforming persons all over the world. I read some of them, and I was inspired by some of them. I met some of the authors and heroines, some of them are my best friends, and I had the pleasure and honor of interviewing some of them. If you know of any transgender biography that I have not covered yet, please let me know.
Original title: "Travelling (Itinerario Transexual)" is the Spanish language edition of "Travelling: Un itinéraire transsexuel" by Kathy Dee.
If "Travelling" was only the report of a transsexual itinerary, it would only be a new testimony to a phenomenon, that the evolution of morals no longer relegates us to a shameful domain. But the adventures of Jean-Marie, a bookseller in Liège, who became Kathy, the night beauty of the bars of Sankt-Pauli in Hamburg, lead to a major literary work.
The pursuit, often desperate, of a truth, is profound: her childhood, discovery of sexuality, marriage, and divorce. Then she changes (test of make-up, injections with hormones, first getaway disguised as a woman, the first client picked up), bursts into sheaves of personal or collective reminiscences, an explosive homage to James Joyce and Henry Miller, which ends with this cry: "Jean-Marie is dead! As far as he ever existed, swinging, like his first name, between two poles. I'm Kathy now. From Jean-Marie to Kathy, it is therefore a birth that we are given to witness, but - above all - the birth of a writer.
1977,
Kathy Dee,
Spanish,
Original title: "Travelling: Un itinéraire transsexuel" (Traveling: A transsexual itinerary) by Kathy Dee.
If "Travelling" was only the report of a transsexual itinerary, it would only be a new testimony to a phenomenon, that the evolution of morals no longer relegates us to a shameful domain. But the adventures of Jean-Marie, a bookseller in Liège, who became Kathy, the night beauty of the bars of Sankt-Pauli in Hamburg, lead to a major literary work.
The pursuit, often desperate, of a truth, is profound: her childhood, discovery of sexuality, marriage, and divorce. Then she changes (test of make-up, injections with hormones, first getaway disguised as a woman, the first client picked up), bursts into sheaves of personal or collective reminiscences, an explosive homage to James Joyce and Henry Miller, which ends with this cry: "Jean-Marie is dead!" As far as he ever existed, swinging, like his first name, between two poles. I'm Kathy now. From Jean-Marie to Kathy, it is therefore a birth that we are given to witness, but - above all - the birth of a writer.
