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Name: Billy Kemp
Hails from: Wyoming
Occupation: Vice President of Casting, Fremantle Media
Known for: Acting and writing in gay porn as “Jordan Young” (Lost in Vegas), making the transition to casting reality TV (Elimidate), being promoted recently to VP of Casting and Talent for Fremantle Media, which produces reality hits like American Idol and America’s Got Talent.
If Billy Kemp’s story of going from being an gay adult film star in the 90′s (under the tutelage of tranny porn director Chi Chi LaRue) to becoming a TV exec for one of reality’s top production companies isn’t the American Dream, we don’t know what is. Kemp–who is half-Korean, half-Greek–has had a unique career trajectory that proves it doesn’t matter where you start, it only matters where you end up [insert butt-sex joke here]. Hear that, Tila?
If you’re in New York or L.A., go see The Amazing Truth About Queen Raquela this weekend. This movie, a sort of fictional doc about Raquela, a transsexual dreamer from the Philippines, is filled with things DISGRASIAN loves: trannies, prostitution, Pinaysians, Internet porn, Paris, and cigarettes. The story is loosely based on star Raquela Rios’s life as a “ladyboy” in Cebu City. It is a fairytale without a fairytale ending, a story with a middle but seemingly no beginning and no end, a dream state that takes you from the Philippines to Iceland and then to France. Even if you’re not into trannies, prostitution, Pinaysians, Internet porn, Paris, and cigarettes (in which case, WTF is wrong with you?!), see Queen Raquela for its hazy verité beauty that is equal parts Lars Von Trier, Jean-Luc Godard, and Wong Kar-Wai (and any other auteur with a three word-name, which, coincidentally, Raquela‘s director, Olaf de Fleur, also has).
Click here for theaters.
On Wednesday, during London Fashism Week, Naomi Campbell put on a Fashion for Relief charity runway show featuring her hot Blasian model friends, Chanel Iman (who is a quarter-Korean) and Tyson Beckford (who is a quarter-Chinese):
And we were curiously left off the guest list. Hmm. Maybe we should be nicer to our favorite phone-thrower-nista?
Duuude. I love Sheena Sakai, the lone Asian-American contestant on America’s Next Top Model Cycle 11, which premiered last night. Even though she does have, as our friend Ty pointed out and this Newsday story seems to imply, a man-face:
And despite the fact that the judges have already compared the native Hawaiian to DISGRASIAN Hall-of-Shamer Kimora and are calling her “Kisheena,” and that she didn’t backhand the dumb sow who told her she had an advantage in the competition because she was the “only Oriental girl” (around the 1:11 mark of this video). Still. Love. Tha. Bitch.
Work it, Sheena.
MAJOR SPOILER ALERT: If you want to know who the finalists will be this season on ANTM, click here.
Filed under: America's Next Top Model, ANTM, Hawaiians, Kimora Lee Simmons, Kisheena, Man-Faces, Reality TV Contestants, Sheena Sakai, Trannies, Tyra Banks, Using the Word Oriental Makes You Sound Like a Dumbass
Hails from: Japan
Occupation: TV host and model robot
Why She’s a Babe: She walks, talks, and sells sunscreen (because even robots get sunburns, too). And, according to her maker Kokoro (a Sanrio company), she has “long legs,” a “bright smile,” and an “astonishingly small face…capable of creating exotic facial expressions.” Despite her soft, feminine voice, we’re not entirely convinced that she’s a she, in which case, we applaud her bravery in trying to lead a normal life. Have a look for yourself:
Filed under: Actroid-DER2, Artificial Intelligence, Creepfest, Exotic Facial Expressions, Fembots, Japan, Leading a Normal Life, Robots, Small Wonders, Sunscreen, Trannies, TV Commercials, Weird Japanese Behavior
The fifth season of Project Runway began rather inauspiciously last night for Jerry Tam, designer of the line FORM and the first person to get kicked off the show.
Although Jerry, a native of Butte, Montana, cites avant-garde designers Martin Margiela and Rick Owens as his influences, the look he sent down the runway was more like…avant-weird.
The challenge was to make something out of stuff bought at the grocery store Gristede’s, and most of the contestants pussed out by making dresses out of tablecloths. Jerry chose to make a raincoat out of a shower curtain, which everyone agreed turned out très serial killer. (Styling the coat with yellow dishwashing gloves did not help.)
Perhaps Jerr-Jerr has a future in costume design for horror movies? That weird raincoat looked like something out of the killer’s closet in Brian De Palma’s Dressed to Kill, a slasher flick about creepy shrinks, sweet-faced hookers, and transsexual stalkers, sprinkled with some hot sex from a very MILF-y Angie Dickinson. The movie came out in 1980, and it is so of that time. It’s about loose women who need to be punished. By a man…dressed as a woman. It’s about the decadent, chaotic 70′s getting reorganized into the much more cold and calculating 80′s. It’s about Michael Caine, cross-dressing in a blonde wig and an unforgettable raincoat:
Pregnant, transgendered man Thomas Beatie went on Oprah yesterday and revealed that not only was he a beauty contestant when he was “Tracy,” he was smokin’ hot to boot–in that nerdy, Winnie from Wonder Years kinda way:
And when he told the audience that he traded all that in for a tiny penis, the usually-boisterous, mostly-female crowd was left to quietly ponder:
Y’all set your TiVos, because Thursday Oprah nabs an exclusive with pregnant man Thomas Beatie (née Tracy Lagondino) on her show. Thomas was [takes deep breath] born a woman, became a gay-rights activist, received gender reassignment surgery but kept his uterus (that’s right, his uterus), married a woman, Nancy, and decided to carry their child because his wife had an earlier hysterectomy and couldn’t conceive. Ever since this story broke last month in The Advocate, there’s been a lot of talk about it being a hoax. But if it’s on Oprah, it must be true. Here are a few predictions of what Oprah’s reactions will be to this mondo gender-bender:
“O-kay. I have to ask this because I know our Oprah Show viewers are wonderin’ the same thing–you DO have a vajayjay, right?”
“I just want people at home who might be thinking you’re a freak to know that you’re not. You are a man. I see that. A very fiiiiiiiiine man. Isn’t he cute, audience? If I wasn’t with Steadman and Gayle, you would be my perfect partner. A man and woman in one body, like a Fruit Rollup.”
“What I really want to know is…do you ever still dress like a woman? Have you ever tried on a pair of Louboutins? They’re geeeeee-nius. If you don’t feel like a woman now all knocked up and whathaveyou, you will after putting on those stilettos, girrrrrl. I mean, uh…”
“You really have a vajayjay?”
Check out the trailer for The Amazing Truth About Queen Raquela, a “docudrama” that screened at SXSW and follows the life of Filipina transsexual prostitute and dreamer, Raquela Rios:
The movie is directed by Icelandic filmmaker Olaf de Fleur, who says the fact-to-fiction ratio in Queen Raquela is 50/50. No news yet on a U.S. release date.
Click here for the official movie site.
Over the holidays, Diana and I decided to put a Kimoratorium on DISGRASIAN’s favorite self-promoting tranny. What Kimora could we say about her? That bitch liked to fight? That she stood for nothing? That she was fauxbulous? Yawn. Yawn. zZZzzzzZzzz.
But then we read in the New York Post this week that Simmons and boy toy Djimon (who is actually 43 years old) recently went shopping at Barneys in New York, and her Cadillac Escalade was not only illegally parked, but it was displaying a New York Correction Department permit on its dash that read, “This Vehicle Is On Official Business.” The department is now investigating whether the permit is fer reals or not.
Kimora and a FAKE parking permit?!? Shocking! Guess the Kimoratorium’s over. Sigh. And we were just beginning to enjoy 2008, too.
Title and story courtesy of Greenie!
Jeez Louise, Mandy Moore. Your coif looks like a broke-ass weave. That leopard print makes you look like a drag queen. That little DJ you’re toting around… looks worried that you’re going to eat him. And you’re at disgrestaurant Mr. Chow. Who the hell are you taking fashion/lifestyle cues from??
I mean, we could speculate:
…but frankly, we’re not down with this. Maybe you envision this as your stand for “big girl solidarity,” but we believe that going down this path will only doom you to a lifetime of looking like a displaced tranny in wild prints. What next, public displays of violence?? Might we suggest other interesting role models, like… well, not Kimora?