movie dream

[feministransguy]

Last night I dreamt as if I was watching a romantic comedy buddy movie from maybe the late 1950s/early 1960s. Although the details are becoming fuzzier, the plot and pictures were really developed at the time and it conformed to almost all the genre expectations. The protagonist was a handsome, dark-haired white man who had met a traveling gorgeous blonde woman on a layover at an airport. But she was tiny like a Lilliputan to his gigantic Gulliver. She was spunky and told him to carry her and her bags across the country to her destination, so she wouldn't have to take the second flight. So they set out with a typical roadtrip plotline of seeing new things and people. Of course they were going east to west because California is the desireable destination with its sun and free-spirited atmosphere. In the dream the woman looked like Grace Kelly most of the way through. She grew to be a typically-sized woman, but that wasn't remarked on in the film. In the last portion, however, she revealed that she had been sexed male at birth (I can't remember how she explained this). When she had picked up the protagonist she assumed he would recognize her route to her gender was not that of a nontrans woman. This revised the meaning of much of their interaction in a way that had that double level of homophobic comedy for a mainstream audience that fits the trope of men dressing in women's clothing but also an affirmation for trannspeople that cross-gendered love can spring up regardless of how one was sexed at birth. Of course they walked off toward a sun setting over the Pacific because they were in love.

Normative white beauty, heterosexual monogamous life-time romance, men assisting damsels in distress (even with the women also being spunky), walking into the sunset...none of these are valuable to me in my waking life, so I thought it was interesting that my subconscious mind strung them together.