Connie Fleming (she/her) is a trans icon, former model, and venerated door woman who came up in New York nightlife. Fleming was born in Jamaica and immigrated to Flatbush, Brooklyn with her mother at the age of 5. As early as eighteen years old Connie was becoming significant in NYC nightlife. Fleming first began doing drag shows, but in an interview with The Standard, she admits she partook more due to the difficulty for openly transwomen to participate in nightlife, and other gigs. “There are only a few employment options available to trans people,” she told The Standard, “You’re a whore, or you can be on stage and perform. There’s no room in society for us.” But, drag was not just a stepping stone. Connie struggled to to gain acceptance from her family, and drag “... gave me confidence and a voice, and lifted my head up off the ground, but I had to solidify myself within.”.
In 1992 two major events in Connie’s career occurred. Her iconic moment in Thierry Muger’s Spring/Summer 92′ show, in which she strutted down the catwalk in a red, stoned cowgirl outfit. The look included a cowboy hat, bodice, fingerless gloves, chaps and boots. Adorned with ruby stones, Connie’s presence, beauty and confidence made the moment iconic. Connie represented transness, Blackness and queerness, she represented dark-skinned women and her sexuality and confidence defied hegemonic ideals. Her beauty and grace, was itself, a form of resistance and protest. Her image continues to have power. Months later, RuPaul , another 80s club kid with aspirations, released “Supermodel”, which became a hit. Charles was also Black, but a drag queen. Just as mainstream, cis and heteronormative audiences flattened the nuances between Black queens and trans women in Connie’s at the beginning of Connie’s career “Supermodel” exacerbated this, drag was once again, stifling Connie Doll.
Later, according to The Standard, when Connie became known as a door girl she used this same confidence and defiance from the runway to construct a new persona; that of the “evil door bitch”. Once again, Connie carved out an alternative way of being seen. By simply owning her identity, and commanding respect Connie was reorganizing the value system of New York nightlife. In her interview with The Standard Connie Girl noted that when she started, a Black dark-skinned trans women working the door was rare. Her status as an icon is further illustrated as she remains a go-to door woman for events throughout New York City.
Sources
The Untold Story of the Fearless Connie Fleming
James Flemons Breaks Down 7 Iconic Moments in Black Queer Fashion
Uau, três anos sem atualizar aqui. Confesso que tive uma preguiça de voltar, mas tenho novidades e quando li os textos abaixo eu nem me lembrava daquilo.
Por onde começo? Bom, depois daquelas tentativas frustradas no posto de saúde da minha cidade eu resolvi fazer por conta, comecei dia 14 de junho de 2019, eu mesmo injetei na minha coxa e segui assim até 2021. Sem acompanhamento médico, sem exames e sem nenhuma constância no meu ciclo. Atrasava por meses as aplicações e nas últimas eu nem conseguia me aplicar e tive que convencer minha esposa a aplicar em mim.
Ouso dizer que não tive problemas de saúde por pura sorte, as ampolas que comprava não era de farmácia, sabe Deus a procedencia do produto e o que era que tinha nos frascos. Por conta disso, as mudanças não foram tão satisfatórias, minha voz não engrossou como era o esperado para tanto tempo em tratamento hormonal, os pelos... Que pelos? nada nos braços, pernas, rosto, peito nada. A redistribuição de gordura também não foi como o esperado por isso não indico ninguém a começar por conta. Nos colocamos em risco e ainda podemos estragar todo o processo.
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There were a lot of references she made to her childhood I could definitely relate to.
Reading her…
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