Rockabilly Psychosis

It has been more years than I can care to remember since I last attended a live show, was it the Cramps, perhaps the Sun Rhythm Section or was it Johnny Cash?

As my confidence grows as April I have reached out to wider world I was hiding from. Discovering the website Toronto Rockabilly.com I learned there was a local band that played my kind of music. I missed their January show in Burlington but on Saturday they were appearing at the Moonshine Cafe in Oakville.

The Moonshine is a small club, very intimate like listening a band in your best friends wreck room. But what to wear. Now in the UK attending such a show would mean wearing the appropriate rockabilly gear. Would local fans wear there musical taste on their sleeves or just be normal. I didn't want to be the odd girl out.

I selected my tailor made black leather motorcycle jacket (made by North Bound Leather….funny story) and leopard print mini dress with four inch pumps. Extra eye liner and bright red lipstick. I also had jeans but lost those for the photos.

The Hellbent Rockers were great with a mix of old and new rockabilly with some cool originals thrown in. It was like listening to my own record collection. I just wish they had a spot for dancing as I could not help moving to the beat. I think Natasha was even impressed, so this is what you are always listening too, I think I like it.

Stayed for all three sets, the band also invited up an amazing singer and guitarist the Crooked Cowboy play a few tunes, I especially liked his version of I Walk the Line where he mixed in verses of Pinball Wizard and Puff the Magic Dragon, all sung in a Johnny Cash drawl, yes it worked amazingly well.

Talked to the lead singer about rockabilly, couldn't help myself as I haven't had anyone to talk in depth about music since my brother moved to Japan. Asked why did he say the Way I Walk was by Robert Gordon, I said you know that's originally by Jack Scott who was born in Windsor, Ontario. I know he replied we just didn't expect anyone else in the audience to know. They even played the old Matchbox song Hurricane.

The Lincoln was parked right out front (washed for a change since it was so warm), received some nice comments on the car and one guy even tried to pick me up! He did know I was not all I seemed but didn't guess until we had talked for a while. At the end of the show we took some photos and was offered the double bass to pose with.

On seeing the photos "J" said it was lucky I was not arrested for prostitution. Actually that was her nicest comment.

All in all a great night!

PS. I was the the only one sporting the all out rockabilly look…whoops.

links:

http://www.themoonshinecafe.com/

http://torontorockabilly.com/

http://hellbentrockers.com/

This and That

I have another cool transsexual history item to post but this is just a brief update on what has been happening with me.

The contract work I took on is a lot more involved than I expected and I have found myself working on it pretty much full time with a few very late nights thrown in for good measure. I can see why they outsourced this particular project!

Had a meeting today with the company to go over progress and they gave me some additional tasks.

I am still using the Lincoln daily and have yet to switch over to the Seville. The Lincoln still has a manifold leak making the semi muffled 460 sound like a wheel barrow full of bricks being shot out of a cannon….not very ladylike I am afraid.

Lots of good “passing stories” TM, though I tend to forget them if I don’t write them down. A good example was at Canadian Tire today where I had three different staff members offer to help me (NEVER happened in guy mode), ma’am’d most everywhere. Sneaking suspicion that one of the two girls working the cash at the gas station read me, the one steps behind display and gestures to the other then the girl I was paying gives me an extra appraising sort of look. Perhaps they just liked my fur coat.

Crossed paths with lady from church while I was with children at McDonalds, “J” runs into her later and mentions well I guess you know then, confused look, turns out she thought I was the baby sitter. Ok enough bragging, I am sure I still get read more often than not. Which brings us to the ever sticky issue of voice. The contract work involves a lot of follow up phone calls, I have been practicing my voice at the start of each session but have got a few sirs (booo). I have not chickened out and left it up to the person on the other end, instead I start Hi this is April from…

Have an interview scheduled for Monday, already had two phone interviews as April with this company, a little nervous… make that very nervous as to meeting in person.

Met up with friends Ashley and Natasha, seems all our lives are moving in parallel as both are full time and like me doing our best to find our way forward without a map.

Today’s musical pick is the Modernettes from Vancouver’s 1980 punk scene with a decidedly Jan and Dean sounding rave up, Barbra. Play it loud!

Photo is of course Coccinelle taken from the amazing web site, http://www.queermusicheritage.us/drag.html

Very interesting, tons of history, some of it pertaining to being transsexual.

On Being A History Buff

I can’t help it; I am fascinated by the history of well ….just about anything. Part of my interest in cars is the amazing social and business history each model reveals. Each a microcosm of the nations events and tastes.

I lived in a confusion of naivety about being transsexual for much of my life. Like many I knew there was something terribly wrong but I couldn’t be one of those people could I?

Like the mainstream media I lumped drag queens, homosexuals and sex changes all together, not even sure I had even heard the term transsexual.

Clearly there have been transsexuals since the beginning of time but our history is something still in living memory, particularly in North America where surgery didn’t become available until the late sixties. As the majority of transsexuals want nothing more than to live “normal” lives as female the successful completion of surgery means going stealth and blending back into society. An unfortunate result is that much of that history is lost as on one is there to speak on behalf of those pioneers.

Transsexual history has also been subsumed by the greater LGBT (the T is silent) narrative. Transsexuals were at the forefront if not the vanguard of the gay rights movement. More so than being gay or lesbian being transsexual was, if one chose to try and live in ones true gender, impossible to hide. The very act of wearing appropriate clothes was illegal, their world shrunk to the size of whatever gay ghetto they could find a place to live. The only means of employment were if passable as a female impersonator or prostitute.

With nothing to loose and suffering so much oppression from without and within their own community it was no wonder the first shots in the revolution were fired by transsexuals (known as hair fairies), the battlefields, 1959 Cooper’s Donut Riots in LA, Compton’s Cafeteria 1966 and finally Stonewall. Yes transsexuals started that riot too.

With the advent of surgery by the end of the decade the opportunity for a new life and greater horizons was at once within reach. Perhaps here we see a partying of the ways, Transsexuals individually perused their goals to be accepted into mainstream society and traditional gender roles while the gay rights fought to be recognized as a new addition to what is normal. I am making no judgment here.

A few links for you:

Screaming Queens: The Riot at Compton's Cafeteria clip from Frameline on Vimeo.

Here is some riotous female rockabilly from 1959:

Tobogganing in Three Inch Heels

First real snow of the season here in this corner of Southern Ontario, also the first day I actually shovelled though could likely have left it to melt. Unfortunately our driveway is a little like the secret garden and never seems to get any sun.

To answer the question you are all anxious to know, yes it is possible to shovel snow in three inch heels. No not trying to show off its just that my only pair of winter boots are heels.

Saturday the children were getting "squirrelly" being cooped up so we took advantage of the snow to hit "murder mountain" the name kids have given the local hill. Retrieved sleds from the garden shed and hit the slopes so to speak.

There had been a rumour that the city had posted a sign forbidding sledding at this site but when we arrived the usual crowd was there and teenagers attempting to shoot down the east side and sail across the frozen stream. The sun had melted the snow on the opposite slope so everyone was forced to use the long steady grade facing south.

The children had a great time as the snow had been packed and polished by everyone and some good speeds were attained. I was freezing after an hour and to take my mind off my frozen toes I hitched a ride on the last few runs, yes in heels.

Despite the minimal snow the salt trucks were out in force spraying rock salt and calcium chloride brine with abandon. I wrote an article on rust proofing last month and will hopefully be able to share an excerpt with you dear faithful reader as soon as it is published….yeah I know you can't wait.

Little work done during the day as the youngest was sick, seemed like a whole day at the doctors then the pharmacy. Better get caught up on the contract work I took on.

Photos, children on the slopes, I know it is a real Mark IV but not so sure about the handbag.

Something to warm up with:

The Girl Can't Help It

Jayne at home

Jayne at the wheel of a 1959 Cadillac series 62 convertible

I must have been an odd teenager (or really cool as I prefer to think of myself), both feet planted in the 1950's a decade before my parents experiences, my mother listened to the Beatles, while I maintained that rockabilly was king and no new good music had been made after 1965.

I was obsessed with tail finned Cadillacs and begged my parents to go see each rusty example I could find advertised for sale.

Besides Elvis and Gene Vincent my idols were Mamie Van Doren, Jayne Mansfield, Bettie Page and Wanda Jackson. No not Marilyn, everyone liked her just too common for my tastes. I even met Wanda once and Mamie is still with us.

Poor Jayne was killed in a car accident (Buick Electra not a Caddy) in 1967. We certainly shared a taste in cars if not physical attributes, mores the pity. There are lots of photos around of her with custom pink Cadillacs, Lincolns and even Jaguars.

Her Hollywood house was the Pink Palace and the interior decoration would appeal to anyone with Elvis like sensibilities, so of course I love it! Unfortunately it was demolished in 2002 by some woman who is an investment banker, even the heart shaped poor is gone... unbelievable. Look at the photos I wouldn't change a thing....perfect!

Here is my favourite clip of her walking down the street to the sounds of Little Richard screaming the Girl Can't Help It. Try to imagine how mind blowing this was in 1956.

Hugs,

April

A Rare Case When I KNOW I Passed

Last Wednesday I had a meeting with the editor of a car magazine I am doing some contract work for. I wore a long grey skirt and purple patterned blouse and black tights, boots, black fur jacket and gloves as the cold weather demanded.

After the meeting I stopped at a hobby store to pick up a gift for my father (diecast Mark II Cortina GT like he used to have). I have known the stores owner since he opened and we have had many conversations about cars and I have bought a good number of birthday presents and gifts even some stuff for me at his store over the years.

Clearly he didn't recognize me. I paid for my purchase and even asked if he had the Hot Wheels Cadillac Seville as I had just bought the real thing recently. Still no sign of recognition. By this time another customer had come in so I asked if I could see an item at the back on a high shelf.

After he showed me the Autoart MGB I finally said, I should introduce myself. Yes he replies expectantly.

Didn't you see what I drove up in? Don't you recognize me? Oh the Lincoln, still no sign of recognition. Feeling a tinge of exasperation at this point I say I am (insert old name here). Still confused he says, Oh you're his wife?

NO I was HIM! Finally I see the light of comprehension in his eyes. He was cool with it and we had a quick chat before he had to get back to work.

It can be frustrating not knowing when we pass, are people being polite or did they assume that I was the woman I was presenting as. Was that odd look because I am not doing something right that is giving me away, did my voice betray me, the way I walk? Endless second guessing.

I am much better than before, earlier I would be terribly self conscious and have little confidence. Going full time helped immensely and more often than not I find myself having left the grocery store for example realizing that I had not worried about whether I pass or not.

That is not to say I don't make my best best effort to pass every day but April is now who I am and that is how I live my life every day.

The photo I took turned out super washed out my the noon day light but I think it gives it a real faded seventies vintage look. And no I am not eight feet tall, the Lincoln has been lowered significantly with custom made springs by Eaton Detroit.

Here is Hillbilly Moon Explosion with my new favourite version of Chick Habit:

Hugs,

April

My Kind of January

Thought I would share a photo or two to demonstrate how on and off warm our January has been in Southern Ontario. Now that I write this we will no doubt be snowed under.

This is my 59 series 62 convertible Cadillac, which I have had since I was 16. The 59 Cadillac was my first and still number one dream car. It has travelled to Gettysburg, Nashville, Memphis and Graceland, it served as our wedding car, it has been rebuilt twice. The 59 has the rare Q engine option, a 390 V8 with tri-power carbs. My father and I rebuilt the engine, well mostly him. I assembled the Caddy from a trailer full of parts without an manual, I know every inch of her like the back of my hand.

There was the time she broke down coming back from seeing the Blasters in Toronto and my friend Tony and I had to leave her by the side of the road as it was two in the morning. The next morning I called a tow truck and the driver said yep saw her on that back road out side of Peterborough already, have her home to you in an hour. True to form she started right up.

Saturday was my first drive in the Caddy as April (though I was dressed to work on cars not to impress). I may end up selling her to pay for FFS or even SRS if the provincial government changes what surgeries they cover. It will break my heart and I don't think I could ever look at another 59 Caddy again.

In other old car news….and you thought this was one of those trans type blogs….silly girls and boys.

Coming back from the grocery store, I noticed that the Lincoln was pulling to the right when braking, hmm think I have a sticky LH calliper. The 75 and 76 Lincoln Mark IV's have four wheel disks, best stopping ever on a large car but need a little TLC from time to time. Urgh time to get dirty again.

Really you must think this is a FtM blog, don't worry I will confirm to stereotype tomorrow and talk about some recipes I have had success with and what I wore to my meeting.

Here is Dave Alvin:

one time I took it like a man…..and I am never coming back in a long white Cadillac

Extra bonus version:

Hugs,

April

Recognized?

Or the perils of owning unique cars and being transsexual.

I have spoken before of the dangers of driving vintage cars and being outed before I went full time.

On Saturday I zipped over to the gas station to fuel up the Mark IV Continental, sans makeup just jeans, flats and a black jacket (LuLu Lemon, but unisex). As I am pumping gas a cream coloured Lincoln LS pulls in slowly drives around me, the driver is starring, perhaps a Lincoln admirer so I smile back.

The Lincoln LS is now on the other side of the pumps and comes to a stop, minding my business I continue to feed the Mark crushed dinosaur juice and self consciously strike a girly pose (is that possible while filling up your car). I don't hear anyone get out so I turn around to see that the guy I thought was starring at me was actually female (it is hard to see through the dark glass) as the Lincoln pulls away I notice the vanity plate. OMG it is the wife of the guy I bought the 76 and 72 Mark IV's from!!!

I kept in touch with the previous owner and often consulted him for advice but have not informed him of my transition as we have not spoken for over a year.

Was she concerned the car was dirty and the paint faded (although she looked good when I bought her the Florida sun had done a number on the paint and it has not faired well over they past 15 years of my ownership…..yes you are right I was only 14 when I bought her HA HA.

In my defence the Mark IV received an expensive custom built 460, transmission upgrades, dual stainless exhaust, custom made coil springs to lower the ride height and two sets of mag wheels amongst numerous upgrades and mechanical repairs. She has also been rust proofed every year and remains sold as a rock.

OR was she thinking who is that strange women driving our old car, I thought we sold it to that guy a few blocks over. About an hour later I am walking down our street with my youngest and her best friend, escorting them back to our house to play when I see the same Lincoln LS pull away from in front of our house.

"J" tells me some woman had stopped to look at my Mark IV and even tried to open the door to look inside.

Hmmmm, I think I better drop off a letter to both her and her husband, explaining some of the anomalies see witnessed. Funny thing she is cosmetician, I am sure we could have an interesting conversation.

Hugs,

April

A smooth rocker from Australian rockabilly guy Colin Cook:

Duraspark

No new job yet but offered some freelance work helping compile an automotive directory. Not as fun as writing articles but good experience and a high heel in the door so to speak.

Girls went to Build A Bear with "J" and came home with new outfits for their bears then treated me to an extended fashion show. Very cute!

Dropped off my Rust Proofing article at World of Wheels magazine this week, will be my second published article under my new name.

Temperature was above freezing so took an hour to recurve the distributor on the Mark IV. The 76 Mark always felt that you had to push it through the air while my 72 Mark felt much more lively. In fact I would often find myself well over the limit when I troubled to glance at the speedo. Does that mean I am a fast girl HA HA!

After some prolonged research I found out that the Ford Duraspark electronic ignition has a reversible distributor cam, unfortunately mine only had a choice of 21 and 16 L slot meaning the car had a 32 degree centrifugal advance. Combined with the 8 degree initial advance the 460 V8 had 40 degrees of timing not including vacuum advance. So no wonder she pinged when ever I tried to advance initial timing.

Apparently the trick is to reduce centrifugal advance to 20 degrees and make initial 15 for a much peppier engine. I did my best to limit centrifugal advance by making as bushing to limit advance and then reset timing. A test drive didn't reveal any pinging and the Lincoln was much happier. All by eye ball and seat of the pants need to track down the correct distributor cam or buy a digital calliper to set exactly.

If you want to see what it all looks like go here:

http://reincarnation-automotive.com/Duraspark_distributor_recurve_instructions_index.html

And here is my fav Lincoln burnout video on You Tube, not my car by the way.

Bad news, broke a nail…damn.

Kumpf Lincoln Mercury

After that flurry of pre Christmas posts I thought you might be sick of hearing from me dear constant reader so I gave you a well earned brake. Weired title but I had no idea what else to title this post.

What have I been up to? Not too much, at home with the children who are off school for another week.

On the automotive front the Seville is not back from the shop as the only pair of lower ball joints in Canada had to come from Quebec, really is 1985 that old?

While the Lincoln waits patiently for a new LH exhaust manifold gasket I took the time to catch up on a couple of mini projects, fixed and reinstalled the correct factory aluminum licence plate frames, made a custom surround for the aftermarket stereo (even added a chrome stereo button from an original 72 Ford Philco radio to give it a more vintage factory look. Set of vintage experimental GE halogen high beams.

Also installed a rare dealer plate from Kumpf Lincoln Mercury in Colorado (no longer exists) where Elvis bought a similar 1976 Mark IV:

Elvis often played shows in Denver, Colorado where he formed a close relationship with Jerry Kennedy, captain of the Denver Police Vice and Drug Control Bureau. Captain Kennedy was in charge of security for Elvis when he appeared in Denver. On January 14, 1976 while on vacation in Vail, Elvis visited the Kumpf Lincoln Mercury Dealership at 9th Avenue and Broadway in Denver. There he purchased a 1976 Lincoln Mark IV for $13,386.69 which he gave to Kennedy.

The actual car can be seen at the Tupelo Auto Museum, http://www.tupeloautomuseum.com/elvis.php

I met one of the museum owners at the first ever Stutz meet in Memphis in 2005 and even considered buying their Stutz before I acquired my 71.

One above freezing day I also tuned up the 460 adjusting timing, idle speed and air fuel mixture.

On Thursday the children and I accompanied my father and step mother to the pantomime at the historic Elgin theatre in Toronto. Hope you like the outfit, worried it was too short but not worried enough to change.

New Yeas Eve spent eating junk food and watching movies with the children, time to get back on the treadmill after too many helping of turkey and too many chocolates.

Yesterday was the coldest we have had in Southern Ontario this season at -14 (felt like -26 with the wind chill). Also the first day this season I plugged in the Lincoln. For you in warmer climates that means plugging in the block heater, which is like a kettle element that fits into one of the engines freeze plugs and warms the coolant and by proximity the oil so the darn car will actually start.

In Northern Ontario it is common for truck drivers to leave the trucks running over night as it would be almost impossible to start again in the morning. I spent some time at Laurentian University in Sudbury (about a five hour drive north of Toronto). Temperatures of -40 were common, what did I drive in that extreme environment…an Austin Marina!

Felt like a slob (with grease under my nails) the last few days at home so dressed up today for my electrolysis session today, grey dress, black fur coat and black gloves.

Very elegant if I so so myself.

Keep warm everyone,

April

Christmas Wrap Up: Beach Boys

Christmas day has come and only just gone here in Ontario and I am ready to go to bed. A long day, children were up at 7:01 exactly and raring to go!

Pancakes, bacon, coffee then the great unwrapping.

Friends and relatives came by, at four in the afternoon "J" and the children departed as is custom to my brother in laws for Christmas dinner. Not being invited I instead burnt through many gallons of crushed dinosaur juice in the Lincoln visiting my parents, friends both trans and otherwise with Christmas puddings in hand.

I had a nice time and the go go afternoon and evening flitting from pillar to post was an exhilarating change from the normal apres turkey catatonia.

The Lincoln responded well to its gift of new spark plugs and rotor, blasting along the traffic jam free QEW highway at 80 MPH with the cruise on and Christmas carols on the radio was a great gift.

Some great presents, spa day card, earrings, necklace, hat, gloves and a book I had been waiting to read, feel quite spoiled.

OK last Christmas tune of the season and for a change this year I am sad to see it go. The Beach Boys with Little St. Nick, an alternate version faster than the original borrowing from Drive In and Cherry Cherry Coupe.

Christmas Countdown: Consumers Eve or I Really Don't Hate Christmas

Don't worry I am not going to lay some anti-commercialism of Christmas rant on you. Rather consider this a tribute to all parents out there staying up late into the night wrapping presents only to face the terrors of some assembly required come Christmas morn.

I even made it to church this evening (children were beyond fidgety), though they made up for it earlier by presenting us with their renditions of their favourite Phineas and Ferb Christmas songs. I have included a sample below for those of you who do not have children of a certain age.

Also one of my favourite Christmas songs ever, The Sonics Santa Claus. Love the line, "I want a brand new car, twangy guitar and cute little honey and lots of money." Well don't we all! Size and gender of your honey may vary , some settling may occur during shipping.

Since I am running out of time I have a few other Xmas gems, Charlie Rich with Santa Claus' Daughter.

Church was also a chance to finally wear the black lace skirt and gold blouse I had bought ages ago. Even did my nails in matching gold.

Morning was spent on last minute shopping and for a change of place cleaning the plugs on the Lincoln and installing the specially ordered distributor cap and rotor. Amazingly got a new old stock piece with brass contacts not the easy to corrode aluminium ones you usually get nowadays. Even vintage cars need a Christmas present.

Get some sleep and have a great Christmas morning.

Hugs,

April

Christmas Countdown: Talking Suburban Shopping Mall Christmas Blues

Off for some last minute Christmas shopping today, making sure we watch the pennies.

Bank in the morning to sign some papers, felt like total crap and quite uncomfortable as I am not working. Just feeling off today, feeling ugly and like I am not passing at all. Put me in a terrible mood, argued with "J". Made me feel even worse. Ate a good half bag of barbecue potato chips….my one weakness.

Once again thank God for modern pharmaceutical science.

Waiting in line at Canadian Tire parts counter, guy starts explaining that I have the wrong furnace filters. Turns out he was just back from Afghanistan servicing HVAC systems. You really need the corrugated paper style that you cannot see through he tells me. Gave him a big smile and picked out the other kind (assume I passed!).

Turns out the store no longer stocks distributor cap and rotors…OMG I feel old. Next time I will ask where is the kerosene for my horseless carriage's headlamps.

Think I am just about over feeling sorry for myself. Will try to channel some traditional Christmas cheer and help bake cookies. Maybe watch the Alastair Sim's Christmas Carol later and cry when Tiny Tim lives.

I know I don't have it as bad as many transitioners and I should be more grateful for what I have, the support I have and the continuing friendship of so many.

It is a tough road for many of us so a double shot of Christmas blues to hopefully mellow you out from that mincemeat pie high and contemplate what we have to thankful for. Some of us are alone this season so pick up the phone, e-mail or just go visit them.

Hugs,

April

PS. Picture is of Bettie Page of course

Christmas Countdown: No Joke

I seem to be writing about nothing but passing recently. Sorry to add another post on this topic but as I have been out and about recently it means I am meeting old acquaintances anew or meeting people for the first time as April.

Thursday morning found me at JPG Exhaust in Oakville getting an estimate on a terrible exhaust leak on the driver's side of my 76 Mark IV. Turned out they could not help as it was a deteriorated manifold gasket and they only touch the pipes back.

A great shop and very pleasant to deal with, they did the custom system on my Corvette and the original dual system on the Lincoln which it still wears over a decade ago.

Anyway I didn't seem to raise any suspicions when I entered the shop. After their inspection they kindly informed me that I would need a mechanic to repair the manifold leak. That would be me I volunteered, I assumed I was passing as this seemed to catch them off guard. You replaced the other manifold gasket yourself!?! Yes I replied, took almost three weeks to loosen all the bolts with penetrating oil. They seemed suitably impressed. We bid each other Merry Christmas (how delightfully unPC) and I left head held high.

Next stop Mississauga to have the Lincoln undercoated and take photos for an article on rust proofing. Again things seemed to go well, however they were expecting a him as I had arranged the photo shoot with the VP at the rust proofing company's head office who I had worked with on other projects over the past few years.

I received a call later in the day from a slightly quizzical VP as to who actually visited his shop earlier in the day. Whoops, I told him it was a long story, that the location had done an outstanding job and that I would send him an e-mail explaining all.

I quickly kicked the children off the Mac and sent my standard coming out/going full time letter. We talked later on the phone, it seems the franchise owner was a little surprised by me and called saying that the the person from the magazine might be transsexual. The VP knowing the franchise owner is also a practical joker responded, oh that can't be (insert my old name here)! Good news is that he now knows and it is not an issue. Offered his support and amazement that I transitioned in such a male dominated industry. Though I don't know I can say I am still in that industry when I am not working full time.

Swung by garage doing safety on the Seville (again greeted by "hi guy"….really not dressed as fancy as yesterday, I mean does he call everyone that?). Bad news is Seville needs new lower ball joints, not expensive but once you add in labour at almost $95 per hour it gets prohibitive, may have no choice but to do myself or postpone. Not a job this girl looks forward to especially if I do it outside!

Made sure I was back on time to pick up oldest daughter and then home to start dinner.

Some more rockabilly Christmas treats and vintage cars doing donuts in the snow!

Christmas Countdown: Mixed Messages

Enjoyable time getting my hair trimmed at DV8 Salon in Niagara Falls, such a cool place and proprietor Ron makes every visit so fun. Terrible drive there rain all the way but at least it was not snow.

Trying to be a good girl, just a coffee and muffin on the way back and no purchases at the big outlet mall despite there being a Coach store.

Staff at the salon were great, compliments on my makeup and appearance. Happy with the look.

On the way back popped into the garage to check on the safety inspection (like an MOT in England) for my 85 Cadillac Seville. Entered the office and came face to face with the owner's wife who used to work with "J" and who I had met on a few occasions.

I am positive she didn't recognize me as she asked my name and which car I was here to pick up. I had talked to the mechanic a few months ago when I was considering buying the car as his garage had done all the maintenance for the previous owner. When I booked it in yesterday he must have wrote up the work order under my male name.

Informed that I was here he emerges from the garage and greets me, "What's up guy?" WTF I mean I hadn't even said boo yet, really do I look so much like my old self I was certainly not dressed as a guy! (see photo). Additionally put out by the fact the car was not ready as being mis gendered.

Here is the Christmas Race by the Refreshments, a band you may know from backing Dave Edmunds (they certainly have his sound) as well as the guys behind the King of the Hill theme. Check out their whole catalog.

PS. Santa if you are reading this I want implants or a white on white Lincoln Mark V with a matching white mink. Thanks in advance April over and out. Oh yeah peace on earth and goodwill yada yada yada

Christmas Countdown: To Heck With Ole Santa Claus

Here is a Christmas tune completely free of schmaltz and even a little risque by Loretta Lynn. Shame it is not heard more in the typical Christmas/MOR radio play lists. Maybe it is in your neck of the woods but a first time for me.

Released in 1966 her Country Christmas album reached number 103 on the Billboard charts. Another great tune to be found on the album is I Won't Decorate Your Christmas Tree….now what did I say about risque.

Off to Niagara Falls tomorrow to get my hair trimmed, bangs too long and spoiling the overall look. Long way to go for a hair cut but if you find someone who knows what they are doing with you it is best to stick with them. In my former persona I went to the same barber for about twenty years, I guess he may be wondering what ever happened to me.

Hugs,

April

Christmas Countdown: A Funny Thing Happened On the Way to the Parking Lot

Being transsexual means one best be able look at things in a humorous light, the old adage of not knowing whether to laugh or cry is most apt.

Today I met my father for lunch, we had enjoyable chat about his coming (possible) retirement from career number two, getting ready for Christmas and old cars.

In the parking lot saying our goodbyes and standing by our respective vehicles, a large SUV appears and a rather tattooed gentlemen called out nice car (referring to my Lincoln of course) is it yours addressing my dad.

No he yells back across the parking lot, "its his!" I must have made a rather sour face as he quickly corrected himself and said hers. The SUV drivers responds "be careful she won't like that." My dad adds its for sale want to buy it....why does everyone think I have too many cars. I do like money too (and I know where there is a great 79 Mark V Givenchy edition for sale) so I named a price.

By the way I was dressed up, black boots, nylons, skirt, silver blouse and my new to me black fur coat. I had a voice appointment in Toronto that evening and wished to blend with all the other business women on the commuter train.

SUV guy gets out to check out the Lincoln, while I was showing him the custom built 460 my voice betrayed me and he gives me a look and says, the other guy wasn't kidding was he? Adding that he meant no offence, none taken I reply but I will be adding $500 on to the asking price.

Oh well not all meetings can be like the one at church the other day. Here is Ike and Tina for your Christmas listening pleasure.

Christmas Countdown: Florence Ballard

Sunday I went to church, the first time as April. The children were in the nativity pageant and asked that I be there. It is "J's" place of worship and previously I only attended for Easter and Christmas services.

We were both a little uncertain about April making her debut but it went well and neither of us noticed any weird looks. The children's presentation was so cute, Joseph and Mary, wise men, angel, sheppard's and sheep and even hybrid angel sheep.

After the service there was coffee and cookies in the hall, despite not wanting to expose myself any more than I had too the siren call of caffeine won out and I ventured into the gathered multitude.

A few knew about me but most didn't. The children were sitting with friends and "J" was nowhere to be found so I sat down by myself. Within a minute a very nice lady joined me. Had I been there before, hmm a difficult question, I eventually settled on no. We had a conversation about her trips to Italy and Egypt and last minute gift shopping. She even introduced me to "J".

Needless to say I was very happy to have passed and on cloud nine for the rest of the day.

Today's tune is Florence Ballard, the true voice of the Supremes singing Oh Holy Night. Her tough life and mistreatment by Motown lends the song even greater poignancy.

Photos, a) 1965 Supremes in London, love Flo's coat

b) Flo and husband at their home in Detroit with a 68 Eldorado

c) same home, tougher times

Christmas Countdown: I Shot My Baby for Christmas

I hope you are still with me after those Ravonettes posts, "J" told me to stop playing such depressing Christmas music. I have something a little more up tempo but somewhat homicidal as my seasonal offering today.

Lots to do on my Lincoln but too cold to do any work outside. I think I will have to put the Seville on the road as I don't really trust anyone to work on the Mark and break things except for me. I am also a lot cheaper and don't charge extra for screwing things up.

Off to the bank to renegotiate the mortgage today, "J" knew exactly what she wanted so I felt rather useless and was so embarrassed to have to say I had been laid off when the banker asked had my salary changed. Oh yea plus the added stress of meeting someone for the first time as April.

She said don't be depressed you are living the dream, staying at home and watching the children, guess it is all in how you look at it. Nevertheless I still want a new job.

Hugs,

April

Christmas Countdown: Raveonettes

Cold front moved in yesterday.

Anyone who reads this blog know I love the Ravonettes, a Danish duo who combine a fifties/sixties feel with a dark modern sound. They released a four track Christmas EP in 2008, here are my two favourites.

Be warned their music is hypnotic and beautiful but really a bit of a downer (death, suicide, obsession) so make sure you haven't skipped your meds.

What a week, seemed to have escaped injury by a hair's breadth, slipped on the stairs and fell badly into the basement (you should see the bruise on my hip…or not), smashed my head into the sharp corner of the stoves range hood, the Lincoln (and the children and I) were almost hit by an 18 wheeler making a wide turn.

The Ravonettes, Christmas Song is the 2001 version, the 2011 is nice too but a little too precious.

Hugs,

April

(Betty image thanks to http://photobombshell.blogspot.com/)