Rae Bourbon: Let Me Tell You About My Operation

This album is not at all the sort of thing we expect to encounter with a 1956 date on it: a comedy/music/spoken-word record called “Let Me Tell You About My Operation” on the first track of which Rae Bourbon talks, sings, and jokes about her transition from “Ray” to “Rae”. “There’s been a change in gender” is part of the lyrics; this album is neither coy nor cryptic.

Everyone asks me “how does it feel?” Well it feels just fine to me —
I can be the woman I’ve always wanted to be!

For the change I went south of the border; it took me just days to pack.
I arrived there with excess baggage, but I had a lot less coming back.

There’s been a change in the gender, a big change in me…
From R-A-Y changed to R-A-E.

So if anyone should ask you just feel free to say
there’s been a change in Ray. Oy, vey!
There’s been a change in Ray.

There’s a relevant Wikipedia article, but be warned: it’s a mess of conflicting pronouns and gender essentialism, and treats the transition as “no more than a publicity stunt” even while acknowledging that Rae always insisted thereafter in being billed as Rae rather than Ray.

Update: I got curious about liner notes and related album information so I went looking for better album scans than the Internet Archive has. It turns out the catalog entry and archive description for this item at the JD Doyle Digital Transgender Archive includes a scan in PDF format of the front and back covers of the album, which I have converted to a large image file at pretty good readable resolution.

Two contemporary newspaper accounts of Rae Bourbon’s transition, from Variety and from The New York Journal-American, are reprinted on the album’s back cover. Detail:

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“Who’s A Good Girl?”

I saw this uncredited meme on Mastodon, my corner of which is richly appointed with trans women, furries, pet play enthusiasts, and human puppies of every description. I don’t know if this is funny outside that specific social media feed context, but when I saw it there, I melted down with helpless breathless laughter:

The dialog above and below the artwork of an anime-style wagging puppy girl reads “My son turned out fine” followed by the response “Ma’am, your daughter is clicker trained.”

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Big TS Cocks In Utopia

Science fiction is wonderful. Among other things, it brings us this trans-girl space pilot on a long haul. It would appear that, being bored, she unpacked all her sex toys, fired up some freaky holographic alien milking porn, whipped out her “modified and supercharged” dick that she got during her last shore leave, and managed for just long enough to not think about the unpleasant task of wiping down every interior surface of her travel pod. (She knows she should have thought twice about getting the “super-squirt” enhancement, but there’s a cute redhead at Triton base who is really gonna dig it.)

In the future, bioengineering and nanotechnology offer us hope for a lot more body plasticity. It does not take a skilled prognosticator to predict that the early adopters and serious money in this tech will gravitate immediately to genital modification. A blessing, obviously, for trans people, to easily adjust their body until they’re happy with their parts. But who among us wouldn’t take the opportunity to make something bigger or smaller or a different shape, if it was no more effort than getting a new piercing?

Honestly, this kind of scifi backstory is the only possible explanation for the profusion of trans women with monster dongs in hentai porn. What I appreciate are the artists whose science-fictional speculations extend to thinking about social and cultural consequences. Imagine for a moment the year in their lives that young people in such a society reach legal age for plasticity treatments. There will be cock fads. And when all the young women at the school suddenly pop dicks the size of their arms, they’re gonna have to get together to compare and play with them:

I hope my light-hearted celebration here of the potential for easy genital plasticity will not be understood as mocking the difficulties of actual trans people in our present non-science-fiction dystopic society. Body dysmorphia is real, and plastic surgery is limited in what it can accomplish even when it’s available, as it too-often is not. I know that plenty of trans women keep and enjoy (and even make money with, if we can judge by the existence of cam sites like TSYUM) their original equipment. Others, reportedly, do not do these things, or would prefer not to if they had that option. The easy science-fictional body plasticity that I imagine in this post is, IMO, just one of the benefits that everyone will enjoy under the fully automated luxury gay space communism that all correct-thinking people aspire to. In such a future, having the body shape that you want will be just another human right.

I’ll leave you with these last two images, which we might file under the category of “things to do with your huge new cock”:

If you want to complain that all of the things to do with your huge new cock are boringly predictable, I make no apologies. Predictable, sure, I’ll cop to that. But never boring!

The Life Of The Orgy

“Those two? They get invited to all the best orgies in this town.”

Via Kinky Delight.

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