Xanthra Phillippa MacKay

What happens when two trans women get sick of non-transsexuals' uninformed representation of their sexualities and their lives? They grab their 8 millimeter home video camera, their last 200 bucks, and come up with an uncompromising in-your-face flick about their shitty relationships with gay men and their unabashed attraction to other transsexual women.

One transsexual man's personal memories of TS spaces and activism in the Toronto of the 1970s and 1980s.

What happens when two trans women get sick of non-transsexuals' uninformed representation of their sexualities and their lives? They grab their 8 millimeter home video camera, their last 200 bucks, and come up with an uncompromising in-your-face flick about their shitty relationships with gay men and their unabashed attraction to other transsexual women.

What happens when two trans women get sick of non-transsexuals' uninformed representation of their sexualities and their lives? They grab their 8 millimeter home video camera, their last 200 bucks, and come up with an uncompromising in-your-face flick about their shitty relationships with gay men and their unabashed attraction to other transsexual women.

One transsexual man's personal memories of TS spaces and activism in the Toronto of the 1970s and 1980s.