As a black transgender woman, I’ve always been vocal, and I believe I’ve fought for both my voice and my right to express myself through my appearance. We’re currently experiencing what I affectionately call a Transgender Renaissance. Transgender people, who have existed for generations, are finally gaining visibility and representation in politics, film, pop culture, and everyday life. Our presence is being recognized, and we deserve to be included and celebrated.
Living in New York City, I see trans women confidently dating, forming social circles, and enjoying the vibrant city’s offerings. While some trans women express a desire to blend in, to appear ‘stealth’ or pass as cisgender, I choose to live my life loudly and vibrantly. With the far-right encroaching on our rights, now is the time to simply exist, beautifully and unapologetically.
I love socializing, a good party, and the simple pleasures, like feeling the sun on my skin. I adore cleavage and embrace naked dressing, but also find joy in the unexpected juxtaposition of a ball gown skirt paired with a vintage T-shirt and sky-high stilettos, or a raincoat in a vibrant hue. The resurgence of maximalism is undeniable, with social media saturated with it. While I appreciate the trend, I don’t want to blend in; I want to dress up and out, reveling in the gender euphoria it brings.
Gender euphoria is the feeling of joy and validation that transgender individuals experience when their outward appearance aligns with their gender identity. For trans men, it can be the change in their voice due to testosterone; for trans women, it can be the simple act of being addressed with the correct pronouns based on their appearance. For me, gender euphoria is a lingering glance from a handsome stranger, an Uber driver referring to me as ‘Miss,’ or even compliments on my outfit from strangers. (The latter is the easiest way to feel euphoric. By dressing up, I ensure that I look good, even if I don’t feel it.)
In cities like New York, where dressing up is a way of life, the transgender community is embracing this spirit of self-expression. Post-pandemic, we’re taking pride in our appearance and reclaiming our right to shine. This is our time to embrace what I call ‘extroverted dressing.’ It’s not about overdoing it; it’s about mirroring your personality and expressiveness through eye-catching clothing.
One way to achieve extroverted dressing is through color. New Yorkers are known for their love of black, but why not try a red dress with a plunging neckline for a date, or a raincoat in a vibrant Tiffany blue? As trans women, we invest significant time, effort, and sometimes financial resources into our appearance, with medical transition being a paramount step towards bodily autonomy.
Among my favorite physical features is the cleavage I gained during my medical transition, and I enjoy highlighting it on dates and evenings out. Think bra tops from brands like [Brand Name] and [Brand Name], which I style with high-waisted jeans or mini skirts. Naked and sheer ensembles also fall into the extroverted category; I’m partial to transparent pieces and slip dresses by [Brand Name]. (The medical costs of transitioning are exorbitant, so you might as well show off your body!)
You’ll rarely find me outside without my signature Manolo Blahnik heels. They give me a confident gait that flats simply can’t match. I confess, I miss dress codes at clubs and restaurants; there’s nothing wrong with a little glamour! Speaking of glamour, a voluminous ball gown skirt (vintage Chanel and Oscar de la Renta are the best) paired with a borrowed-from-the-boys T-shirt is always a conversation starter. For the daring doll who wants something unique, I suggest hot pants in high-shine metallics or covered in sequins.
Trans people have spent most of our lives being told how to behave, speak, and dress. But dressing for yourself is what matters most. Whether you step out in a pair of denim cut-offs from high school or a designer dress, if it makes you feel your best, it’s perfect. Gender euphoria manifests differently for each of us, but as we step into the light of day, we must do it with a level of confidence that says, ‘I deserve to not only be here but to take up space.’
