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Christine-Jane poked gentle fun at the crossdressing community's foibles and fears for many years. Her cartoons have appeared in many community publications. She is a native of England. She passed away in February of 2016. She is survived by her wife.Subscribe
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Mine was a young maple tree near Montreal’s Olympic Stadium. Fortunately the Olympics were long over and there weren’t too many people around.
I was on my way to the Henry David Halloween Ball and had concocted a big hair look that was pile up on my head much more than usual. I parked the car and as I was walking toward the venue, fortunately on a quiet side street, a tree branch caught my wig. I stopped fast enough so that it was just pulled askew and not completely off but I have been wary of those trees every Halloween since.
Hee-hee! Many of us have been there. With me, it was being upside-down on a roller-coaster in Blackpool back in 1997. When the ride ended, the guy in charge handed me back a dishevelled brown mass with the polite words “Excuse me miss – I think you dropped this …”.