In 2008 we published a book called Becoming Drusilla, words by Richard and pictures by Dru, which is the story of our friendship, and how we both lived Dru’s transition after she decided on gender reassignment.
An important part of what we learned is that the transgender story, for the sake of a recognisable narrative, is often misrepresented. Certainly Dru’s experience doesn’t conform to standard ideas of ‘before’ and ‘after’. That’s why we’ve made Being Drusilla, because the operation isn’t the end of the story.
We're still friends. Sometimes we think about transgender issues, and sometimes we don’t. Becoming Drusilla, as a book, is now an accepted resource for anyone unexpectedly involved in a transgender story. We hope Being Drusilla is equally welcoming, but in a clickable way. Life goes on. And that's a fact.
Author Archives: Dru
The morning after Trump became president of the USA, I did this little picture as a response (Britain already being a more openly racist place since the Brexit referendum). It went viral somewhat. Look, t shirts even! A friend commented … Continue reading
There is, as we say above, just getting on with things. That was the whole idea behind the Being Drusilla blog, to show that the trans story doesn’t reach a happy-ever-after conclusion when the crucial waypoints have been passed; transition, … Continue reading
Juliet Jacques has written up her experience of Sex Reassignment Surgery at Charing Cross, in the Guardian. Which got me remembering my own experience, which I’ve added to the resources section of this blog.
Paddy Power, the Irish bookmakers, pride themselves on the edginess of their advertising. And they’ve struck paydirt with their latest, in which we are invited to play Spot The Tranny (or, as they put it, ‘tell the stallions from the … Continue reading
This is the occasional joint blog for Dru Marland and Richard Beard. Here are links to their own blogs Dru’s, Upside Down In Cloud (click on image) Richard’s blog (again, click on image)
And is it true? And is it true, This most tremendous tale of all, Seen in a stained-glass window’s hue, A Baby in an ox’s stall? Oh post-Anglican muddling, somewhere between the unpleasantly excessive certitudes of the God-botherers and the … Continue reading