I first heard about Coccinelle and Bambi in the late 1950s. About 1960 when John F. Kennedy was running for President.
It was only a photograph here a paragraph there.
Contrary to what my parents thought when they first caught me dressing up I didn’t get the idea from these tiny shards of information.
I knew, deep in my heart I knew long before I first dressed up. I had been saying empty words in prayers that would never be answered. Asking the imaginary sky fairy to let me wake up a girl or to at least stop the kids from abusing me.
No what I got at the dawn of the 1960s was a glimpse of sisters who not only managed to change their sex but who also became hot and sexy women.
You see I was afraid that I would look like Milton Bearle, some strange hairy literal “man in a dress”. Or like the half man/half woman who was in the side show of the carnival that visited my home town when I was 8 or 9.
Now Paris was a long way from up-state New York but just knowing that those sisters who performed at Le Carousel Ballroom were there changed everything for me and made the next few years until I was old enough to leave home bearable…
That is Amanda Lear singing in background to the photo montage of Bambi.
After SRS, Bambi dropped from view and went on to become an educator.
I know how sexualized the images are but it was 1960 and roles for women, particularly women born transsexual were limited to say the least.