I came across this article with a crossdresser named Kate as she sat down for an interview with the Cambridge Evening News
SLUMPED in the middle of the dance floor, tears streaming down her face, Kate Rose was at rock bottom. Her wig ripped from her head by a total stranger who then pelted her with abuse she felt totally worthless.
"But I don't believe in going to special places where 'different' people go," she continues. "I don't want to have to hide away."A lot of the finger-pointing and unpleasant comments are borne of ignorance; a lot of people have never met someone like me before."It was like a woman having her top pulled off, or a Muslim having their veil snatched away," explains the 38-year-old.
"At least that's how it felt to me: I felt totally exposed. It was like my identity, and my dignity, had just been torn away."
To most people, Kate is better known as Michael. By day, in the boardroom, Mike looks much like any other man: short hair, smart suit, neatly knotted tie. But then, after work, he changes into a long wig, make-up and women's clothes - and becomes Kate.
Clad in elegant black trousers and high heels, Kate is talking about her double-life with awe-inspiring candour. Sitting in a Cambridge café, waiting for her latte to arrive, she admits that "some people can be really unpleasant".
"But I don't believe in going to special places where 'different' people go," she continues. "I don't want to have to hide away.
"A lot of the finger-pointing and unpleasant comments are borne of ignorance; a lot of people have never met someone like me before.
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