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Goddess: Memoir of a Transsexual
She became the iconic image of the perfect transsexual female. A stunningly beautiful face and body that exploded onto the world wide web at the turn of the millenium and inspired artists and photographers and provoked adulation and confusion in countless men AND women. Raquel Reyes' charismatic presence, jaw dropping beauty and bold sensuality are the stuff of legend... but it's her life, the one she chose and ultimately survived, that fuels this rich and entertaining read.Written with great style by Raquel herself, it is a vivid recreation of a life filled with pain and pleasure, glamour and heartache, self destruction and redemption. From Tampa where she was born to the clandestine brothels of Boston and New York to the mansions of Miami Beach and Los Angeles where she played with actors, rock stars and porn queens to the islands of Greece and cities across Europe and South America, it is a tale of beauty gone wild and Raquel's desperate search for something, anything, that mattered.It's the truth behind the beauty and it isn't all pretty. But it's exactly how it happened.
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Published January 1, 2007
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August 23, 2010
Even after discussing the book with Ms. Reyes, I still have mixed feelings about it. I throroughly enjoyed it, but remain disappointed at the same time. My disappointment, however, has absolutely nothing to do with the book, and everything to do with my own expectations.
With the exception of a few key chapters, the fact that Raquel is a transsexual is almost inconsequential to the story. There's no exploration of how or why she felt different as a child, no early experimentations with femininity, and no real development of gender. Instead, we're introduced to a 'pretty' boy whom we stick with for a few chapters, before we're given a very touching coming out scene, and then it's a very quick jump from 'pretty' boy to full-on transsexual.
At the time of reading it, I was disappointed that there was no transition to embrace, to identify with, and (to be totally honest) to envy. Designer brands are name-dropped here and there but, as readers, we never get to share in the joy of transforming.
Having discussed those very same concerns with Raquel, I realise now that was entirely the point. As she put it to me, "I am a person first, a transsexual second." For her, becoming a woman was not about resolving issues of gender identity, but simply about living the lifestyle she wanted.
Once I understood that this was a 'life' story and not a 'transsexual' story, I thoroughly enjoyed it. She has lived an absolutely amazing life, full of fantastic people. I was quite literally shocked at the depths of some of the horrors she experienced, and shed more than a few tears for both her sorrows and for her triumphs. I came to love her friends, and her family, even if I found myself shaking my head over some of the choices she made for herself. Had Raquel spent half as much time describing the thrill of dressing, or the joys sex, as she did the rush of her drug addictions, this could have been an intensely erotic read.
While I'm still saddened that's not the case, it's once again a matter of expectations interfering with the experience of the story. Raquel's story is honest and unapologetic, intensely personal, and (yes) profound. It's the story of her life, as she lived it, and it's the difficult parts that sometimes give it meaning.
When it's all said and done, would I recommend it as a good read? Absolutely, but with the caveat that this is less the memoir of a transsexual, and more the confessions of a gay party girl.
With the exception of a few key chapters, the fact that Raquel is a transsexual is almost inconsequential to the story. There's no exploration of how or why she felt different as a child, no early experimentations with femininity, and no real development of gender. Instead, we're introduced to a 'pretty' boy whom we stick with for a few chapters, before we're given a very touching coming out scene, and then it's a very quick jump from 'pretty' boy to full-on transsexual.
At the time of reading it, I was disappointed that there was no transition to embrace, to identify with, and (to be totally honest) to envy. Designer brands are name-dropped here and there but, as readers, we never get to share in the joy of transforming.
Having discussed those very same concerns with Raquel, I realise now that was entirely the point. As she put it to me, "I am a person first, a transsexual second." For her, becoming a woman was not about resolving issues of gender identity, but simply about living the lifestyle she wanted.
Once I understood that this was a 'life' story and not a 'transsexual' story, I thoroughly enjoyed it. She has lived an absolutely amazing life, full of fantastic people. I was quite literally shocked at the depths of some of the horrors she experienced, and shed more than a few tears for both her sorrows and for her triumphs. I came to love her friends, and her family, even if I found myself shaking my head over some of the choices she made for herself. Had Raquel spent half as much time describing the thrill of dressing, or the joys sex, as she did the rush of her drug addictions, this could have been an intensely erotic read.
While I'm still saddened that's not the case, it's once again a matter of expectations interfering with the experience of the story. Raquel's story is honest and unapologetic, intensely personal, and (yes) profound. It's the story of her life, as she lived it, and it's the difficult parts that sometimes give it meaning.
When it's all said and done, would I recommend it as a good read? Absolutely, but with the caveat that this is less the memoir of a transsexual, and more the confessions of a gay party girl.
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