NYC crossdresser archives with celebrity provenance (2025)

Cross Dressers Rejoice! This collection of authentic materials, carefully collected and preserved from the streets of NYC during the early 1990s, is sure to foster arousal in any seasoned and/or garden variety autogynepheliac.

As simple young common queens, we were often “surprised” to undress a man we might have met at a club, only to take him home and discover that he was decked out beneath his masculine exoskeleton in silky garters and frilly panties. We threw up into our own mouths as he commanded us to give him the plunge. As we graduated from hopes of finding normal love and began to working in brothels ourselves, we grew to appreciate the pocketbooks and grateful temperaments of these kind autogynepheliacs, who hired us hourly to facilitate the release of shameful plumes of pent-up fetishism, before returning to their well-paying day jobs as alpha males.

We remain grateful to our autogynephilic ‘’sisters” for their audacious sense of entitlement to their seats of power within patriarchal systems, as doctors, lawyers, judges, sports stars and army sergeants. Their determination to plunder female-only spaces left us gasping, as they battle-rammed the doors of cis female spaces that only the most passing natural queens would dare tread. Having been run out of heterosexual society as children, we gawked at the presumptuous demands of autogynepheliacs to retain access to the church toilet stalls, secretarial staffs, confessional boxes and police protections to which they were accustomed. We were wowed as these legions of cross dressers, these Jeffrey Tabors and Caitlin Jenners, sucked the air out of the lived experiences of natural femmes, and bullied the societies of intolerant women within whom they sought to embed themselves.

Praise be to the crossdressed fetishist, that pastor, that movie star, that murderous Eddie Murphy or Caitlin Jenner, for reducing the safety of femme lives with their bullish insistence that their fetishes are to be embraced by their wives and colleagues at any cost to those femmes who never had any choice in the matter.

Please enjoy, then, his precious wig, salvaged by ANOHNI while riding her bicycle as the sun came up early morning upon a hoard of pickings dumped from the window of the home of Rupaul and Lady Bunny on Gansevoort street in 1991. Take note of the silky quality of these runny 1950s nylons, perfect for choking off your fish finger. Enjoy these faux patent slippers, found abandoned outside a rundown brothel among a pile of dirty miniskirts and low quality whips on west 26th street in 1994. Obviously the dominatrix to whom these slippers once belonged insisted that her slave place soft woolen pads across the bottoms of “her” slippers so “she” didn’t make a noise as “she” skipped and slithered across the dungeon floor.

Please note that this hairpiece also enjoyed moments of deployment as costumery for ANOHNI during her indentured period at the Limelight, explaining the pale remnants of yellow tempera staining the hand sewn hair cap. A DNA sleuth’s delight!

Collection contains 1 vintage hair bonnet, gently used “soft touch” indoor slippers for girls, 1 pair of gently used 1950s knee high nylons (baggy fit), and a conch seashell for storage of “fish finger” (string not included). Comes with a signed certificate of provenance.