“But I also think that disclosing your history has the potential to truly change how people think about identity and gender, to dispel stigma, to build tolerance. Most people probably don’t know any TS people (or aren’t aware of them). For people to get to know you and love you first and then have you come out - it’s an important step.”
—That IS the main reason I came back, at the urging of Cajun Man.
[Puts on her Role Model suit and sits back majestically]
Well, some people may accuse me of being blunt, but I’ve always spoken my mind. (learned it from Harry Truman.) And Eve did say she would answer questions. So I’m going to ask straight out:
Eve, are you back to stay?
[sub]Psst. The correct answer is Yes.[/sub]
Once again, Eve shows us just why she is the classiest person on the net.
Spritle, who stands by all the “flirty” comments he has ever made towards you. (Flirty is in quotes because they weren’t meant to be flirty per se, just comments that could be considered flirty.)
Oh Eve, I’m so sorry to hear that article was used to cause you any pain. Since you didn’t give permission for its publication, I’m glad that it’s gone, but it really was so beautifully written. Of course, it was written by you, so how could it have been otherwise?
So aaaaaanyway… you still haven’t told us your Oscar picks for this year. Think anyone will show up completely nekkid this year? I mean, the dresses seem to keep getting skimpier and skimpier, so eventually, I imagine it’ll become the Nude Oscars. Now wouldn’t that be interesting? Ok, maybe not.
OK, a few specific answers (and thanks again to all the kind words!).
• “Ooh, the Eve saga has taken a delightfully delicious Gore Vidal/Myra Breckenridge twist.”
—Ooo hoo, don’t get me started on THAT little opus, which I read when I was about 12 and had to go to bed with a sick headache for a week . . .
• “If this is not too personal, at what age did you begin to feel that you were not a male inside and wanted the outside to reflect that?”
—Well, my “epiphany” probably came in second grade, when we had to line up for a spelling bee: “Boys to the left and girls to the right.” I automatically lined up with the other girls, w/o thinking. Pandemonium resulted, as you can imagine, but I thought, “oh, of course, THAT’S what’s going on!”
• “Who knows; maybe she’ll find me curled up drunk in a gutter some night and be nice enough to roll me over so I don’t choke on my own vomit.”
—Of course I will, darling, after carefully going through your wallet.
• “Eve, are you back to stay? “
—Well, unless I lose my job, or the terrorists vaporize midtown Manhattan . . .
Yahoo! Eve’s back. I greatly missed you during your absence. Your posts are one of the highlights of this board. You probably don’t know me, but I’m glad you’re back. I know you disagree, but I still think Joan Crawford is the scariest bitch God ever breathed life into. Not that she wasn’t a good actress, just scary as hell. Looking forward to your next post.
Lao
Gladtaseeya! The idea of anyone gossiping about a spot of corrective surgery is too gauche for words. We loves ya, Y chromosomes and all!
Now for the important stuff: Do you think Robert Altman has a shot at Best Director? Yes, he has alienated Hollywood and Gosford Park is one of his lesser works, but surely the director of Nashville and Mash deserves recognition for his body of work before he keels over.
Eve, if it’s not too redundant, please allow me to express that I’m overjoyed that you’ve returned and your revelations only add to the interest that is you! It’s made me quite happy for some time that I know you, even slightly, and this extra dimension makes me feel as though I’ve broadened my horizons. (May I say you look smashing in that suit).
Your response to Anahita’s question interests me because my nephew’s behavior falls squarely as she describes. But he’s only 5 and we are making no assumptions at this point. And anyway, we’ll love him just as much no matter how his personality turns out!
Well, you have my respect for your bravery for starting this thread, and my continued admiration!
“I still think Joan Crawford is the scariest bitch God ever breathed life into.”
—Well, you obviously haven’t met me, yet, then.
I stopped going to the Photoplays when talkies came in. Only watch the Oscars to see who’s wearing the most hilarious gown (usually a toss-up between Cher, Sharon Stone and Geena Davis, so I hope ONE of them shows up). As for winners, “crazy” (Russell Crowe) and “dying” (Judi Dench) usually are a safe bet. Though if Moulin Rouge! doesn’t get "best cinematography, I’ll be as mad as I’ve been since neither Lillian Gish nor Bette Davis were even goddam NOMINATED for “Whales of August.”
So, if Cavalcade got the nod for “Best Picture” in 1933, my question (having never seen it) is:
Could it possibly be better than a certain other 1933 flick, Duck Soup, which after all marked Margaret Dumont’s return to Marx Brothers movies after a two-film hiatus?
Eve got a sex change operation from Pres. McKinley and the Katzinjammer Kids on the backstairs and it’ll show up at this year’s Academy Awards ceremony? WHOA :eek:
If I may jump on the bandwagon a bit (I’ve been absent for awhile as well on account of frolicking, but now I’m back for you to peer down a lorgnette and go “Well, really!” at) the place isn’t the same without you, and I’m glad you’re back.
Figured out the transgendered thing awhile back, and I’m glad and proud that you’re classing the place up again.
I feel like I should write something brilliantly witty or make a reference to the travesty of this year’s Oscars, but… I’m just happy.
I have been, not surprisingly, clueless about all this. I just want to thank you for listening to Cajun Man’s urging (~grin~, I wrote “urges” the first time and that sure didn’t sound right). I fall under that category of people he describes as not knowing or being aware of any TS people, and one of the reasons I’m here on this board is to fight my own ignorance.
While I haven’t had the honor of meeting you in real life, I just don’t find you that scary. Certainly capable of doling out a good ass kicking when needed, but more charming and downright funny. Not to be trifled with, but certainly not scary.