Funny! From when I was a young thing - back in 1992 - I had dreams of going to the Nuyorican Poets' Cafe (which I'd heard of in Poets & Writers Magazine) in your fine city, which was years before I had any idea what 'Nuyorican' meant. (Duh.)
And I would have made it there, too, but for running out of time and money. (I did, at least, manage to get a tattoo on the Bowery. Of a labrys. Yes, yes, I am a walking joke of a hasbian.)
Hi! I'm Caprice Bellefleur, a 68-year-old retiree enjoying life in the Big Apple. I'm a mixed-gender person assigned male at birth. This makes me a transgender person, trans for short. If you call me a crossdresser, I won't object, but crossdressing is just an activity I do to express part of my identity. This blog contains slices of the life of someone who crossdresses, but it's not about crossdressing per se. I hope you enjoy it--and leave a comment!
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Funny! From when I was a young thing - back in 1992 - I had dreams of going to the Nuyorican Poets' Cafe (which I'd heard of in Poets & Writers Magazine) in your fine city, which was years before I had any idea what 'Nuyorican' meant. (Duh.)
And I would have made it there, too, but for running out of time and money. (I did, at least, manage to get a tattoo on the Bowery. Of a labrys. Yes, yes, I am a walking joke of a hasbian.)
Young. 1992. Sigh.
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