Welcome back Eve! I had noticed you gone but figured it was just a small sabbatical as you are wont to do.
As far as the other news: Didn’t know, hadn’t heard, don’t care.
When I saw the title of this thread, I knew the movie it was referring to, but thought of The Three Faces of Eve… the movie about the woman with multiple personalities. (there was also a book about her, which I have read)
I’m so new that I wasn’t even on this board a week ago, but just had to post and add my “welcome back!” to everyone else’s comments. Reading this thread surprised me, but I’d have to say I respect people for themselves, and try not to make judgements based solely on their sexual orientation. It appears that you are indeed a classy lady, with lots to contribute to the board. If anyone was gossiping about you beforehand, they should be well ashamed of themselves! It’s too bad you didn’t get a chance to out yourself before that article did it for you. I look forward to meeting you on this board sometime in the future.
Leslie
JillGat:
Any chance of seeing that photo?
Is “pwincess pwecious” still bothering you ?
Even the flames that you wrote were priceless, welcome back.
Even? Especially!
[sub]Except, of course, for the flames directed at me. Those were just mean.[/sub]
Well, I completely missed this juicy gossip. I don’t read every single thread, every single day and I just miss stuff sometimes. I do want to ask you a question, though:
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Can you recommend a good bio of Mary Pickford? The library lists about 50 of them and some of them looked pretty stodgy.
Jess (who is thrilled to have you back – you add a certaintone to the message board, you know.)
Welcome back! I’ve got some extra fish heads if you need any.
Hmm . . . But if I’m Ros Russell and not Margaret Dumont, will Esprix still tackle me?
Jess—I think the best Pickford bio is the one by Scott Eyman. OK, he IS a friend of mine, but it really IS one of the best books. Mary own autobiography is worth reading, but she leaves just about everything interesting out, of course.
As for the marriage question that came up yesterday before the damn Board froze up . . . Marriage is a legal tangle—we are years behind gays when it comes to civil rights, and we have very little in the way of decent lobbying. In most states, I could marry Biggirl, but not Dropzone—go figger. From The Advocate’s coverage: “The Kansas supreme court on Friday rejected a transgendered woman’s claim for half of her late husband’s $2.5 million estate. In its ruling, the court said the state legislature recognizes only those marriages that are between ‘two parties who are of the opposite sex.’ The high court wrote in a unanimous opinion that J’Noel Gardiner is not legally a woman and therefore cannot marry a man.” And England has long outlawed transgendered people getting married—I think Caroline Cossey had to go to Canada, after years of battling the British courts.
As far as my looking like my author’s photos? HA-hahahaha. Let me explain “lighting” and “airbrushing” to you sweet innocent lambs. In real life, I am an average-looking middle-aged lady, which—considering my circumstances—makes me damn lucky.
Dating? I had fifteen years of banging my well-coiffed head against THAT particular brick wall. And I know lots of—gosh, what DO you call people who aren’t transgendered? Unigendered?—people who have never found anyone. I have friends, my books to write; who needs sex?
. . . Sex . . . That IS the thing with the wheels, right? It’s been a long time . . .
But even THAT is a fairly recent development in many states. Hell, when we were younger there was no way we could marry a Woman of Color in, say, Louisiana, even if, as a New York Jew, you didn’t entirely count as a human being yourself! So, maybe things didn’t work out for pioneers like you but you made the way a little easier for your nieces and nephews. (Like that makes the nights any less lonesome.)
Ya know, I coulda swore back when you got fixed (Repaired? “Fixed” probably has too many negative, if accurate, connotations. 
) there was a strong push to get transgendered folk legally reassigned–so strong it looked like a fait accompli and when I didn’t hear any more about it I figured it had been approved. I guess that eternal vigilance really IS the price of freedom. 
Welcome back, Eve. Please stay. I missed you.
First impulse was to type, “Who’s Eve?” and leave it at that.
I doubt you know me from [insert biblical name of your choice], but I think you’re derned swell.
Which, you know, matters from a nameless, faceless one-of-many.
The only gossip I’ve ever heard was from Persephone crowing about having dined with you.
Joke 'em if they can’t take…well, you know.
Never had a clue, never heard a rumor, wouldn’t have cared if I did, still don’t give a rat’s ass what anybody was/is in the gender department.
Just glad you’re back.
I never would have guessed about your “news.” Never had a rumor. It changes not a thing about how much I like your writing and respect your wit, and I’m glad you had the courage to trust us with this part of yourself. While I imagine Dinsale and dropzone had a few moments of clutching their chests and closely reexamining the pictures in their shrines to you (before putting them lovingly back in their places and replacing the fresh flowers and candles), for the rest of us it changes not a thing. And have I mentioned that you look quite the dish on your book jackets?
I have questions for you:
How is the working out going? Are you enjoying running? I’m trying to get back into it after about a decade on the couch, and it’s fun but hard.
Cheers,
Mags
Hmmm, he was handsome, I’ll give you that. But he had NOTHING on Aleksandar of Yugoslavia. Rrrrroooowwwrrrr!!!
“How is the working out going? Are you enjoying running?”
—Oh. Yeah. That. I stopped when it got cold and dark out after work; plan to start again after the time change. I am on a 1,000-calorie/day diet, as I HAVE to lose 20 lbs. by mid-May—my college is giving me an award (woo-hoo!) and I wanna be back to fightin’ weight when they see me again after 20-some years.
“Hmmm, he was handsome, I’ll give you that. But he had NOTHING on Aleksandar of Yugoslavia.”
—Photo? Link? He’d have to be Some Punkins to beat out Crown Prince Rudy in my affections. Cute, liberal, suicidally messed-up: my kinda guy! Guin, have you read Stephanie’‘s “I Was To Be Empress, Godammit” and Marie Larisch’s "I Was In the Ladies’ Room, I Know Nothing About It?"
You don’t suppose the two things are related, do you?
But as for it being “Dinsale and dropzone,” I guess there’s something in the water in Chicago’s western suburbs (I think it’s radium).
'kay, Eve, when you started this thread you expected some personal questions of a gross nature, so I can’t disappoint you:
Are they store-bought or a product of hormones? :eek:
(Mine are all natural!)
[Homer voice]
"I’m wasting away! Oh… I’m down to a “B-Cup!”
[/Homer voice]
Jiminy crickets, Cajun! I didn’t know you were going to post that photo HERE—I thought it was just going into the NY Dopefest site!
. . . Well, THAT should show people I’m not just being coy when I say I’m “an average-looking middle-aged woman.” Especially when sandwiched between two such red-hot honeys . . . Whaddaya think? Time for a neck-tuck?