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Look at them, they're here.

Girl, the police, the police!

Let me go!

Let go of me!

ALL THE CHARACTERS
IN THIS MOVIE ARE REAL.

THE FACTS AND SITUATIONS DESCRIBED
ARE ALL TRUE.

DRESSED IN BLUE

Where is this whore going?

-She's going to eat.
-To grab a drink.

Where have you been, Loren?
Have you been travelling?

-Yes, I've been abroad.
-Well, you haven't travelled.

-Well, I've been abroad.
-That's what I was told.

-Tell the truth.
-She's been in the Carabanchel Hotel.

Yes.

Tell us if it's true that
you must fuck everyone there

in Carabanchel.

That's a lie.
You can fuck whoever you want.

My name is Lorenzo Arana Orellano.

I was born in 1938 in Trebujena, Cadiz.

We're eight siblings and we grew up
in a very humble family.

My mother was 48
when she became widowed.

She has suffered a lot
to be able to raise us all.

My eldest sister,

was an adult at the time.

When our mom needed her the most,

she decided to become a nun
at the age of 21.

She was very pretty,
but left our mom all alone.

My sister Antonia was working
at that time

and his boss got her pregnant...

It was common back then.

Villages are the worst places
in the world.

People grab whoever they find,

they treat and abuse people very badly.

And my sister was very badly treated,
like in the soap opera "Ama Rosa".

People treated her very badly

until she got bored
and had to leave the village.

I prefer to live alone
and to receive visits from time to time,

like this guy I met the last time
I was in Carabanchel.

He has visited me but
he has nowhere to go,

so I told him

to come to my house
whenever he wanted.

-Do you remember the day we met?
-How could I forget it?

Of course, you can't.

That day my mother-in-law was there.

Yes, of course.

She was there, too.

Yes, of course.

She told me about a fantastic guy
from the Canary Islands.

And, of course, I couldn't
know who you could be.

One day, when we were in the back yard,
he saw you walking in the street,

and told me: "It's him."

-I remember.
-Yes. And that's when I met you.

I couldn't believe
everything would be so fast.

Luckily...

Well, luckily... Everything turned
out well since you're a good man.

You can get out of prison,
but you can't get out of the cemetery.

Get it?

Yes, I do. But sometimes you
feel like you're in a cemetery.

When you're all alone
and don't know

if someone will come into your life...

We're eight siblings.
My eldest sister became a nun,

the next one is a dyke.

I can't deny it, I'm saying it openly.

Then comes my sister Carmen,
who is married and has five sons.

She wanted to have a girl,
but could only have sons.

Then I was born. My mother
always say that I'm "a bad event".

I worked as a butler, serving
the dishes, cleaning the dust.

After seven years serving that family,
I worked for the Counts of...

I was very well treated there,
although the Countess was very demanding

when people like the Duke of...

Also, the...

I met the Marquis of...

By the way, they spoke very badly
of each other when having dinner.

I don't know why, because...

Of course, I didn't understand anything.
I just remember once

during a dinner with the Marquis of...

They were talking about
"El Lute"” and I thought

they referred to the famous one
in prison.

And it turned out that it was the...

They called him "El Lute”.

They used to say,
"The son of El Lute"...

stutters.

They'd say:
"The son of El Lute stutters".

I said to myself, "My God."
And then I asked his mom, named Dora,

"Who's "El Lute" in this house, Dora?"

I'm always hearing
"El Lute, El Lute” everywhere.

-"Is he the one who is in prison?"
-"No, no, no."

"You're mistaken, Lorenzo".

"El Lute is the Duke of...".

"The husband of Carmencita...".

So, that's how I could know who
El Lute was. I also remember...

that the Countess...

said, "He's got a friend".

Because, you know, that kind of people
think that being a gay is a crime.

But she had an affair
with the Duke of...

And whenever she wanted,

she went to Puerta de Hierro.

She slept with him, and ate there

so that nobody could say
her husband was a cuckold.

Understand? And if they found out
you were a gay,

they fired you at once.

However, she was a whore,

and a very corrupt person,

but that wasn't considered a crime.

Crimes are always committed by the poor.

There isn't any job for humble people,

with all this unemployment,

could there be any job for us?

We're not to blame.

Those who look for us are to blame.

We need to eat, get it?

Because, as the song says,

"Let he who has not sinned
throw the first stone".

Nowadays, even the most decent women

tell their husbands
that they are working as maids.

But they don't work as maids.

They go to the Gran Via, to Montera
or to Puerta del Sol

to do what they can, of course.

Or they simply go to the bingo,
spend their money,

and then they have to justify themselves
and cheat.

That's why they work as prostitutes.

When I'm alone at home,

sometimes I feel alone and I think,
"I'm very tired".

And I have to go to sleep very alone.

I've got nobody who loves me today.

I'm not afraid of solitude,
that's when I'm more comfortable.

When I do chores.

When I come back from work.

I'm very happy because
I've earned a lot of money,

some eight or nine thousand pesetas.

I'm not a greedy person.
I was a bit more greedy in the past.

When I earn some six or seven thousand
pesetas, I stop working,

because I'm very afraid of the police,

as I said before.

What I fear most
is when it's seven o'clock

and I have to put my make up on
and go to work.

This is my life.
I don't care about solitude.

I like being alone.

What do you want to be a woman for?

Is it for a sexual reason or what?

I think I'd feel a lot better
being a woman than a man.

Tell us something about
your family situation.

What your parents do for a living.
Some context.

My parents are divorced,

and my mother gets some money
for this reason.

Do they know anything about this?

No, I haven't told them anything at all.

-They ignore it.
-They ignore it.

What kind of life would you like to lead
when you become a woman?

An ordinary life.

I mean, I'd like to work
and lead a simple life.

And do what for a living?

I'd like to work as a hairdresser.
It's the only thing I enjoy.

The point is you'd like to have
hormone treatment.

Yes.

First, we have to carry out a diagnosis,

a hormonal study and some others,

and, apart from continuing
to speak about it,

we'll carry out exploratory tests.

OK.

My name is René Amor Fernandez.

I was born in Brussels.

My parents lived there at the time.

They are separated now

and my mother lives in Asturias
with my brothers.

I'm 21
and I've always felt like a woman.

Since I was a kid,
when I was nine or ten years old,

I was already a bit confused.

Maybe because of my manners.

My family doesn't know anything
about my change.

We haven't seen each other
in nearly two years.

We just talk on the phone
or write letters.

I must tell them.

I must tell my mom
what's happened to me.

That I have changed
and that I'm not the same person.

That I'm a woman now.

But I don't know how to do it.

I'm scared.

Maybe one day I'll make up my mind
and write a letter to them.

I don't know. I'm very scared.

-Hello?
-Hello. Does Mayte live here?

-Yes, it's me.
-A friend gave me your number.

-Yes.
-Are you alone now?

-Yes, you can speak freely.
-Can I come over?

Yes, but come a bit later.
I can't right now.

It'd be better for me to go now
because I have to go to work at five.

OK, where are you right now?

-Where are you right now?
-I'm a bit far away. Half an hour.

OK, you know the area where I live.

Could you give me your address?

I'd prefer if you came here. That
way we don't waste any time, OK?

-How much is it?
-It's 12 000 pesetas for one man.

-And what does it entail?
-A full service.

-What is a full service?
-It's Greek style.

What's Greek style?

-What's Greek style?
-Yes.

It's anal sex with the lady.

All right. And if we're two men?
Would it cost the same?

No, no. It would be two ladies
and 24 000 pesetas.

-Could it be cheaper?
-No, this is not El Corte Inglés, honey.

This is a massage house,
not El Corte Inglés.

There aren't any discounts
like in El Corte Inglés.

If we're happy with the service,
we could go frequently.

-No, no.
-A little discount.

This is how it works. The service
is worse when you get paid less.

As you know, cheaper things...

Cheaper things are worse.
It costs 12 000 pesetas,

but the service is perfect.

New clients should be treated very well.

No, new clients should get used to
paying well,

not to being treated better.

-All right, I'll call you later.
-All right, bye.

You can be requested
to go out to dinner with a man,

you can be requested
for a lot of things.

But, most of all, you're requested
to go out, have a drink, chat, dance

and give him a massage

according to what the client pays.

A Thai massage would be more expensive
than a Greek style.

Get it?

The prices of massages depend
on what the client requests.

An English massage
would be a special service,

a service for sadomasochists.

It's more refined to say

"This girl has given me a Thai massage"”

than to say "I've been given a massage
inside a bathtube".

It's more refined.
It's for more educated men.

Maybe they called this way

to make it more selective.

People who use these terms
and understand them

are more selective,

and are precisely the kind of people
who can treat themselves

to phone a girl, give her some money
or a present

in exchange of every kind of massage.

So, the prices can vary a lot
from one type of massage to another.

-How's things at work?
-As usual, nothing new.

I'll serve you a drink.

My name is José Antonio Sanchez Sanchez.

I was born in Madrid on August 11th,
1962.

I'm 20 years old, I've worked a lot
and I've suffered a lot, too.

And I've starved a lot
since I arrived in Barcelona.

But, at my age,
I've got a lot of more than anyone.

More than anyone.

Jewels, clothes, houses.
It's not that I've enjoyed life.

I've been working for 24 hours
and I don't care.

I never cared about the price at all.

Back to what we were saying,

you earn a lot, but don't show off.
I've earned a lot

and have a lot.

This mink coat isn't worth a penny.

But could I tell you something?

-You know why this coat is worth it?
-Why?

So people treat us like ladies,
not like queers.

You'll be treated like a queer
like that.

No.

When I wake up,
I'm surrounded by good watches, jewels.

I wake up and go to bed that way,
surrounded by jewels.

When I wash the dishes,
I'm wearing my jewels.

I don't care at all.

Shall we get up?

Are you going to have a bath?

Love is beautiful for special moments.

But love for us is very difficult.

Thank God, I can tell you that
I live with a person I love a lot,

who probably loves me a lot more
than I love him,

and who's helped me a lot
to keep going.

I've been arrested a lot of times
when I was out,

because I've suffered a lot,
and he used to say:

"You're a fool.
I knew this could happen.

You're always being arrested".

But, if you look at the bright side,
you have lots.

There are people who love me more

being a woman than being a man.

12 000 pesetas for the full service.

You know, a full service.

All right, bye.

Do you want some coffee?

I would've liked to have children,
it would've been beautiful.

But having children with a person
I don't love

I think is wrong.

I think that having children
with a person

who's going to suffer

because you're homosexual

is not right.

I mean, having a child, the sex part,

getting the girl pregnant

and leaving that child with a lot
of problems because the father is

a transvestite, just like me,

doesn't bother me.

I like children, but I can't have them.

Anyway,
we could adopt one in the future.

There would be no
problem in adopting a child.

I've got some friends in Portugal
and France who have adopted a child.

I think that the day
we're respected as women,

we'll be able to adopt a child.

I call my brother Toni.

I mean, sometimes, when her
friends are around,

1 call him Toni,

but I prefer to call him Nacha.

I mean, I treat him like a boy,
like my brother.

But, for me, she's a woman.

I'm very proud of you.

I like you, the way you are.

I really prefer you being a woman
than being...

a thief in prison or retarded.

Of course, I would have preferred

to have you as an older brother

to be able to tell you my problems.

I didn't notice anything
until you began to put on makeup.

And when I really noticed was
when you came from Barcelona,

that you already came
crossdressing.

I felt very happy.

Because I've always wanted
my older sister to be a woman.

I'm Catholic.

I'm a very strange Catholic person.

I'm not committing any crime.

When I was younger,

I was led by my parents.

When I got older,
I did what I really wished.

Nowadays, a priest wears street clothes.

Yes, but clothes are incidental,
you can put them on and take them off.

Of course,

but you put them on
and take them off because you feel it.

Some years ago,

it was unthinkable
for a priest to wear trousers.

He didn't feel like wearing them.

The Catholic church says:

"You don't need to be chaste,
but be cautious.”

Are you going to face society
being a Catholic, like you say?

Can come to church...?

Yes, of course I can.

-Women in church don't sniff you out?
-Yes, they do.

-Don't you suffer because of this?
-No.

Because I completely feel like a person
who can go to church.

I don't care about what people say.

I go to church because I like
or because I want to tell you about me.

Things I couldn't tell
an average person.

The Gods in every religion

have always gone to the man himself.

In this case, to you,
who has become a woman.

Yes, I'm a man for God,

because for the Earth
I'm not a man,

not even a woman.
I'm a transvestite.

I mean, I'm an absurdity on the Earth.

Something you mustn't do, someone
you mustn't look at or speak to.

It's something
I'm always thinking about.

If there isn't any person on Earth
who can understand me,

there is someone,
or a being, I don't know how to name it,

that at least knows who I am.

The same way we could
understand witches before,

or we can understand
parapsychological phenomena now,

things that we didn't
understand in the past,

and those who were possessed were burnt,

I think that if you transvestites

begin a strong campaigning,

you could question the church.

The church isn't used to
this cultural transformation.

I don't live with the church,
I live with God.

Does that calm you down?

-Does that calm you down?
-Of course it does.

I know I'm doing things right.

All in all,
I prefer becoming an older woman

with some money,
and being respected by people,

even though I've had to move
from my neighborhood or city.

I mean,
being respected as a woman,

than to be an old queer.

I could see you from behind a column.
You were great.

Ugly people can't go where you are!

-You can hide.
-I'm ugly and old.

-Don't say that!
-They could tell me: "Get out of here!"

You've got what we all wish for!

What?

I have to ask you a question in private.

About what?

Because I'm very intrigued.

-How's that?
-And I hope you won't be offended.

I'll ask you when we're alone.

No, now.

I think I know
what you're going to ask her.

Where the hell is her dick?

I'm very sincere about these things.

Where the hell's her dick?

-I was staring at you for a long time.
-She's had her "door" operated.

What?

She's had her "door" operated
and "closed it"...

And it got pushed inside?

She hasn't got a dick.

-Nothing?
-She doesn't have one.

-Nothing?
-Nothing.

She pretends to be transvestite.

-We trick people.
-She's a woman!

I saw you yesterday
and said to myself:

"She must be a woman".

And you're very hot!

My name is
Francisco Pérez de los Cobos Avila.

Today I call myself Eva.

I'm 23. I was born on
December 9th, 1959.

I come from Hellin,
in the province of Albacete.

I come from a family of eight siblings.

Five brothers, two sisters and...
yours truly.

I usually work as a performer.

I do impersonations
and full-frontal nudity.

And sometimes...

I work as a prostitute.

As a performer,
I work with two other guys.

We work in different villages
during weekends.

It's not very well paid.
It depends on the place you work in.

We get paid about 30 to 35 000 pesetas.

One of them is married
and has two children.

We travel in his car.

We pay for our travel expenses,
we just get paid for our job.

I don't know, that's all.

Good afternoon.

-Hi, good afternoon.
-Good afternoon.

We booked some rooms.

Reservation is under the club owner.

I'd spent eight or ten months
without my ID

because the police tore it.

I tried to get my ID several times
but they always made objections.

Then, a friend of mine who's a lawyer
decided to come with me.

Thanks to him, I could get my ID again.

So, I was very happy with my new ID.
It's just an ID but I was happy.

-Is this ID yours?
-Yes, it's me.

All right...

All right.

-Eva!
-Yes?

Tomorrow afternoon we're going
to Santoiia. Are you coming?

-What for?
-To deliver advertising.

No.

-Why?
-I want to go to the bingo.

If you don't waste your money,
you can live very well.

We've got a lot of expenses.

The makeup, the clothes, the gas,
the hotel...

We've got a lot of expenses.

Of course,

I have to work as a prostitute
to be able to live well.

I'm so cold!

As a prostitute, my fees are
2 000 pesetas in the car

and 5 000 thousand at home.
Everyone has different fees.

But if you go home with a man

who doesn't mind paying more
to be more comfortable,

you have to be better with him.

They criticized me a lot
about my breasts!

Everyone criticized me a lot!

But everyone who gets them done

says they wants the size
of Loren's breasts.

I want to have my Adam's apple removed,

I'll have my breasts done
to increase the volume

and maybe some other tweaks.

I want to have my breasts
done, my cheeks,

and some tweaks,
but I won't have my penis operated.

I've never thought about it,
but I don't think so.

That's what I want to feel fulfilled.

People who've got operated have gone
crazy. Think about it.

They cut your... Then what?

If they don't control it,
you've got to control it yourself.

I've got enough money but...

I've also got some friends who had
them operated and they don't...

"Tits draw more than five yoke of oxen".

I've been able to have
my breasts operated.

The body of a woman
who works as a prostitute

with the brain of a man
can be a money machine.

Mom, mom!
Paco is here!

Hi! How are you?

My God! We haven't
seen you in two years!

It will be two years more.

-Where is the rest of the family?
-Call your brothers!

What about Milagros?

She's coming now, too.
We haven't seen you for a long time.

Hi! How are you?

How are you?

-What about your wives?
-Hi, how are you?

How was Christmas?

Your father had a very good
Christmas night.

He got drunk on whiskey.

I hadn't drunk for two years...

Vicente told me,

-"Have a glass of Johnny Walter".
-"Johnny Walter"?

-Johnny "what"?
-I said "Johnny Walter".

It's "Walker"!
-So, I had two glasses and...

I got...

I don't remember many things
about my childhood.

I do remember I used to work
as a waitress with my sister.

I completely hid myself from her,

she didn't know anything about it.

I lived with her but I always hid myself
from her and my aunts.

At that time, I had a couple of
older brothers in Benidorm.

They used to go out and flirt
with foreign girls but I didn't want to.

I used to tell them I'd go home

but actually I used to go to gay clubs.

What are you looking at?

Nothing. They told me you had
your breasts done.

-Do you like them, David?
-Very much. I like them very much.

Then don't look at me.

-Can I shoot?
-Yes.

-Have you ever had a girlfriend?
-No, never.

I once had one and now
she's my sister-in-law.

Really? Oh, my God!

You can touch if you want.

No, thank you.

They are real.

You're going to leave me out of breath.
I'm going to blush.

Your wife isn't out of breath
and she's got them smaller.

How can you know?

My mother-in-law have
them bigger than yours.

At least, the bra is bigger.

Tell me. What do people say
when I come back here?

I don't know.
They don't tell me anything.

They speak to one another.

Don’t you hear anything?

I don't hear anything.
They ask me and I answer them.

I saw three men in Angel's bar.

Yes.

They looked like mechanics.

-In overalls.
-They were hot.

-Do you know what I told my teacher?
-What?

He asked what you brother came for?
And I said you came to see my school.

He replied "Your sister too?"
I said yes.

-What a bumpkin.
-Do you know him?

I've known him since I went to school.

-Did he wear a white coat?
-Yes. The thing is...

I have changed and they don't know.

Are you still working in the theatre?

No, I work in other things.

-What does "other things"” mean?
-Things.

You wouldn't understand.

When I work, they don't choose me.
I choose them.

I have a very good time when I work.

And I get paid well.

I can earn 40 to 50 000 pesetas
in one day.

I've got many types of clients.
Rich clients and not so rich clients.

Nice clients and not so nice clients.

There are always

strange people among them.

-Hi, darling, are you feeling hot?
-Hi, I come for you.

-Are we going to your house as usual?
-Of course. Get on, it's very cold.

-You know, as usual.
-Of course. Come one, get on.

-Come on, girl, it's time to fuck.
-Bye.

-Bye.
-Bye.

A lot of them must be
very important people

because they've got very nice houses.

You can see pictures of them

shaking hands with the King.

One of them has got a lot of pictures
of the King and him on the piano.

I mean, shaking hands.

Come on, you already know...

It's hotter in here today.

-Last time I got such a cold.
-It's freezing today.

Sit down, sit down.

Serve yourself a drink.

Would you mind paying me first?

Yes, of course.

But sit down, please.

-Is it all right?
-Yes, all right.

Are we going to do it
like we did last time?

Do you want it as usual?
-Yes.

-Like last time?
-Yes.

-Have a drink. I'll be ready soon.
-All right.

Let me see.

No, no, wait a moment.

Just one last thing and we're done.

Open.

Open your eye!

Open it.

-I can see that you're...
-Open your eye!

I'll put it inside your eye!

I'll put something else inside you...

It's all right.
Get up,

I'll put on the wig.

Let me see myself.

Give me the mirror.

Just a moment.

How wonderful!

-Do you like it?
-I look gorgeous!

Come.

Wait a moment.

I have to brush it a little bit.

I think the future of a transvestite
is to earn money when young

and to save it,
to be prudent, which I'm not.

Keep your money,
start a business and buy a house...

It's true that
when you have something...

everybody loves you.
When you don't have anything...

Nobody loves you.
Imagine a 50-year-old transvestite.

I've kept some money,

and I plan to keep as much as I can
to buy a house.

To be able to say, "This house is mine".

And not pay rent of a house
which will never be yours.

Wait a moment.

I prefer not to have any money
to have a lot and always eat sandwiches.

Wait. Let me speak.

When have you seen me eating
a sandwich?

I've seen you eating a sandwich
in the dressing room this much.

Because I felt like eating a sandwich!

You just have that coat!

-You just have that coat!
-Your coat is borrowed!

She likes gossiping and being jealous.

It's like a viper eating
and consuming her.

Don't you think I've got money
to buy a coat?

I can buy one, two, three coats.
As many as my pussy wants.

-No, you haven't got a pussy.
-As many as my dick wants.

Let them argue and don't interfere.

One day came a little gypsy

from Malaga

who was 18

with her character
and her hot-blooded gypsy blood

full of grace and full of beauty.

She reminds us of Isabel Pantoja.

She sang a song in her way,

with her green eyes.
Her name is Tamara!

Tamara the gypsy!

My name is Juan Munoz Santiago.

When I was kid,
I felt myself like a woman.

I felt like a woman with a dick.

I don't know...

And I realized that I couldn't be a man.

I couldn't. I always liked men,
and sleeping with them, of course.

I started acting queer
when I was 13.

I began dressing like a woman
at that age.

Well, my mom knew it
and realized since I was a child,

because I was always with girls,
playing with them.

But my dad used to tell me,
"You have to get married."

I always use feminine pronouns

because I feel like a women.
I don't like using masculine pronouns.

But when I have to speak like I'm a man,
I just do it.

I'll have a pina colada.

What are you doing here
dressed like this?

How do you want me to dress?

Do you think this is logical...

The way you're dressed?

-How am I dressed?
-Very inappropriately.

Very inappropriately.

-I'm scared.
-No, I'm not scaring you.

Everyone's looking at you.

Everyone here can say the same.

Pili wears this dress a lot of times.

But she wore it in a very different way.
Look at yourself!

-What's wrong?
-This is inappropriate!

This is inappropriate, Tamara.

You're going to ruin our image
and I don't want.

-You like arguing with me!
-No, I don't like arguing with you!

Centauro doesn't work this way.

I don't like arguing with you
all the time. You're a rowdy.

You like getting into problems.

And you've got a lot of class.

No, it's not about class,
like you say.

-I'm not used to this light.
-Now...

This little wig
looks like my natural hair.

-When I wear it...
-It suits you.

Look at it. It's very funny.

-It's completely natural.
-Natural...

And I put Pantene on it every night.

I wanted to be an artist.

To appear on TV,
cinema and everywhere.

I've got character,
because I'm a gypsy and I can dance.

And I have sung and danced her songs.

Not just imitating her,
but in my own way too.

I like to be myself, you know?

There are places
where you have to do imitations.

So that's what I do.
I imitate who I look like.

I also imitate Lolita
and Isabel Pantoja.

I imitate Isabel Pantoja
in my own way

and dance quite a lot.

I've got a lot of character.

Do you feel like a transvestite
or a cross-dresser?

-I'm a cross-dresser.
-See?

All right.
And what is a transvestite?

A transvestite is someone like them
who work as a prostitute.

They aren't artists.
Are you an artist?

Come here, love.

I work as a prostitute
cause that's the way I make a living.

I wouldn't earn enough doing this.

She earns 20 000 every day.

I earn 20 000
pesetas in just 4 hours.

Very good, darling, very good!

How can you prove it?
What do you own?

Many things.
-Like what?

Do you own a house? No.
You live just like me.

Let her live as she pleases.

-I've got a flat.
-But it's not yours!

Working the streets
gives you a lot of money.

But you have to
take quite a lot of risks.

Well, you also take risks
when you go with a client.

No, no, no.
The street is different.

We're artists.

And if a man goes with you,

he knows that he's with an artist,
not with a whore.

But sometimes they didn't pay you!

They had sex with you but didn't pay!

That's because you're worth a lot more.
They aren't.

My sister has got an amazing flat

and lives and dresses
much better than us.

Look at her.
She's only 18 and has such class...

And she works in "La Ballesta".

I left home with just a 20,
and the clothes I was wearing.

I've got a flat and a credit card.
You can't deny it.

I've got a great flat!
I've got a great flat!

Because she thinks about her future.
Others only think about luxury.

Dresses, make up...

What card, the ration card?

-Yes, yes.
-The pimp card!

This one here,
once showed me her credit card

and told me,
"Watch and learn, you queer!"

I had a look at it and it had 2 million.

And it turned out to be a fake!
They gave him 200 and added more zeros.

Two million! You?
When did you earn two million?

That is, no wealth and no holiness.

I left her my credit card
for her to see it.

While I was sleeping,
she had a look at it.

I had written a lot of zeros...

My question is:
why the fuck do they call us a "queer"?

I love being called a queer.
You know why?

Why?

-It's a rude way.
-You, shut up.

-Listen to me!
-Let Christian speak, please.

I was in the dressing room
the other day,

and a group of married couples asked:

"How much is the ticket?"

-1000 pesetas.
-For a queer spectacle?

And the woman in the cloak room
said: "Listen, they are artists.”

"You're going to see art."

But to people we're just queers!

But the woman who didn't want to pay
isn't a woman.

The woman who answered her is.

They all ultimately believe that!
They all think the same way!

-They all think the same way!
-I don't think so.

Queers were made to be laughed at.

We're the laughing stock.

How do you feel better,
being a man or a woman?

I've been a man and I just couldn't.

I wasn't comfortable.
I like men a lot.

And I had to have hormone treatment.

That's because
you really feel yourself like a woman.

Do you feel fulfilled or alienated?

How did you feel,
fulfilled or alienated?

What?

How did you feel before,
fulfilled or alienated?

At that time,
they treated me even better.

When I was a kid,
they treated me better.

And how do you see yourself?
More depressed and alienated?

Yes, I feel that way.

As a woman, they alienate you.
As a man, they open up doors.

Even if you're queer!

Why are there queer ministers
and popes?

We all know that!
I once slept with a diplomat!

A diplomat! Married with children!
And what do you mean?

He said: "I'm with you because
you're a woman". No, I'm a man, honey!

-Would you really like to be a woman?
-No.

If they invented a drug
to stop being homosexual

would you take it?

If I could go unnoticed, I would.

No, I mean a drug to stop being
homosexual and turn into a regular man.

-Being a regular man?
-A heterosexual, like society says.

She laughs
because they're all uncultured.

What do they know?

The smart one is speaking.

She's always been
a misunderstood woman!

She's always bee
a misunderstood woman!

And she'd never take that drug!

No, I wouldn't.

Nacho wouldn't. And you wouldn't either.
|l wouldn't either.

I'd feel like a homosexual
deep inside.

Of course, I could never feel
like a woman.

A homosexual is the most perfect person.

It's "this", "that" and
nothing in particular.

Precisely.

And the one who denies
it thinks really the opposite.

He will say "yes" in front of people.

-But inside him...
-90% of men are homosexuals.

They are even married with children.

A lot of us here, including myself,

have been with married men.

And we had to put up with it
for a long time.

And why did they put up with it?
Because of this.

And it turns out we've got
bigger dicks than them.

What do you like,
to fuck or to be fucked?

I like the same as you.
You have to do what the client asks you.

And what if it's a man you really like?

If I really like him,

I prefer to be treated like a girl,
since I feel like one.

But if it's a client who pays me,
I really don't mind.

No, that's not true. If you like
the man,

you prefer to fuck him.

What if the guy waiting for me

is also listening our conversation?
He could leave.

I don't like this.
You just want to ruin me.

Your private life is just yours.

I consider myself a woman.

And I've got a flaw,
which I can't deny:

A dick, not too big, but a dick.

I can't deny it. But I can't sleep
with a woman. I really can't.

If I decide to have an operation,
I'll have my throat operated.

-Wouldn't you like to get operated?
-No.

I know a lot of friends who got operated
and now they're like furniture.

They don't feel anything.

I really like to be fucked.
I mean, anal sex.

My parents hit me a lot
when I was a kid.

My dad wanted me to get married
and have a lot of children.

And I'd say: "I can't, Daddy."

He'd hit me all the time.
He told me not to talk like that.

He'd hit me very hard.

They thought... I mean,
we gypsies think in a different way.

We can't understand
the concept of transvestites

There aren't many gypsy transvestites.

There are homosexual gypsies.

My father preferred
having two prostitutes than a queer kid.

He used to say, "I prefer raising
two prostitutes to raising a queer."

We gypsies are very sexist, very macho.

And have a look at this macho.

I need to be alone. To live my own life.

Sometimes, when I was home,

our family came to visit us.

And maybe I was sleeping or eating

and my parents would tell me to
leave when our family came over.

I would run out of the house and hide

before they'd come in.

When they had gone away,
I would go back home.

So, I spent quite a lot of time alone,
making a living by myself.

Once, my dad hit me

because I told him
that I was going to leave home.

He thought that...

He never gave me any money.
I was already working,

so I never asked him for money.

If I did, I would've bought
women's clothing.

Skirts, tight jeans...

My father never gave me any money
because he didn't want that.

So, I had to make a living somehow.

I began working as a prostitute.

He used to hit me very hard, very hard.

He told me before hitting me,

"You're not going out today."

I told him I had to.

"No, you're not going out."

So then I replied: "How's that?

"I'm going out
because I want to be free."

I told him this face to face.

I started crying and I told him...

"I swear..."

"I swear that when I get my license

that I would leave home."

And he said, "You're not leaving home!"

So I went to my bedroom.

We both pushed the door.
My mom was very afraid.

My sister was holding my father.

He then pushed the door,
threw me onto the bed

and began hitting me.

He hurt me very badly.

He hurt me so much.

They're like animals when they hit,
but I love them very much.

We only have one mother

and she has helped a lot.

After all, I love her so much.

-Hi!
-Hi, Elena, what's up? How are you?

-I've come to see you.
-I know.

You look so pretty.
I'd like a Jack and coke.

-You're so pretty, aren't you?
-As pretty as you.

-You're also very well.
-Really?

Life goes well for me.

-How is your child?
-Fine.

-And Jesus?
-Fine, too.

I'm glad.

-How are your parents?
-Fine.

We haven't seen each other
for a long time.

-Are you alright?
-Yes, working a lot as usual.

Yes, and life goes
well for you, doesn't it?

Yes. I work as a performer.

You look great.
You seem very healthy.

-And quite a woman.
-Yes, of course.

You look very feminine.

Really?

-I was always very feminine.
-Yes.

-Don't you think?
-Well, to a certain point.

When we met,
you didn't seem so feminine.

You're right.
But, you know, life changes a lot.

At that time I was only 20.

-Hi, Jose.
-Hi, Jesus! How are you?

-I've just asked her about you.
-Look who's here.

How handsome!
What's your name?

Is this your son? How beautiful!

-What you couldn't do.
-That's it! What I couldn't!

I lent you a hand,
don't complain.

It's wonderful!

My name is José Ruiz Orejon Casado.

I was born in La Solana,
in the province of Ciudad Real

on February 8th 1952,

I had a very happy childhood.

I was always
a very well-mannered person.

That's why my father loved me very
much.

But I was very well-mannered because...

I already felt like a woman.

I used to play with dolls.

When I was about 18 years old,

I already felt art.

I wanted

to be an artist.

I began working in a bar in Arguelles.

I would put make up on.
People liked me a lot.

I made a lot of friends.

I met one of the loves of my life there,

who was, and is, my wife, of course.

I got married here five years ago.

-But...
-Five years ago?

Of course.

I bought my wife the wedding dress.
She was so pretty.

-You bought it for her?
-Yes, because I wanted...

to get noticed
since she already knew I was gay.

So I wanted to get myself
very much noticed. And I did.

It was too much, I swear.

-It's very humble, isn't it?
-Yes, it's.

I was dressed like a man.
I wore a tuxedo, a tie...

When we went out,
everybody throwing rice at us.

I can't imagine you getting married.

Life changes a lot.

What would you wear
if you got married today?

If I got married today,
I'd dress like a woman.

With a white dress
and a very long train.

-What you did wasn't right.
-What did I do?

I don't know...

I was in love with you.
The proof is that I cared for you...

Well, I wasn't like I'm now.

-I was a bit more...
-You were worse.

-Worse?
-Look, this is your father-in-law.

-Do you like him? Do you like him?
-Say, "It's things that happen in life".

I was born this way, but...

I had a... I'm not...
I can't explain it.

-You weren't like this before.
-Like now?

-People change.
-You knew I was gay.

But then I met you,

and you gave me a lot of love,
I can admit that.

You knew how to love me.
I needed someone caring.

I was going through a very bad time
with my family.

So, I met you when I was 22.

You gave me what I needed.

So, I liked you and I married you.

-But you never gave me what I needed.
-Yes, you're completely right.

-He couldn't. He really couldn't.
-Yes, she's right. You know why?

Because...

I always...

I was in love with you
but I was also going out with a guy.

-I don't know if you knew it.
-Yes, yes.

You knew, right?
I always managed very well.

You never knew...
And I made love to this guy...

But I loved you.

In my view, you cheated on me.

Cheated on you?

Apart from the fact
that you already were a transvestite...

-I wasn't a transvestite at that time.
-Yes. Yes.

Yes, and you know that I caught you
a lot of times.

Really?

You were,
and you should've told me before

and we would've been true friends.

-But...
-If you had told me,

"Elena, here's the thing."

You can accept it
or we can break up.

But you know you behaved very badly.

Then, when I began my relationship
with Jesus,

you acted in a very bad faith.

No, I mean...
-Yes, José.

You wanted many things
but they weren't enough.

No, I just wanted to be with you again,
but...

I never bothered him in any way...

I'd have left you long before.

But I felt tied to your family.

I was very scared of your family.

And that's what tied me.

My family never hurt you or anything.

-But I was scared of them.
-Maybe you were very young...

I didn't know

what was to love someone
to a certain point.

-Yes, you're right.
-I never really loved you.

Yes, you're right.

And I know it now
that I really love Jesus.

I don't know why my marriage failed...

It wasn't my fault.

And I think it wasn't her fault either.

Many things.

What's your name?

Tell him.
-What's your name?

I'd have changed a lot
if I had had a baby.

Now, I don't know
very well. It's difficult.

And, you know,
I really love children a lot.

I really love them.

Being the oldest sibling,

I've seen my brothers grow up...

I feel a bit sad right now
thinking about it.

Because,

anyone who doesn't love
a child isn't human.

A child is everything for a family.

You know?
When I go to my brother's,

and he comes home a bit angry
when coming back from work,

then his child gives him a kiss,

and so on...
So...

I'd have loved it but now I can't.

What are you talking about?

We were talking about our opinion
about police.

What?

You've never been arrested.
What do you think about police?

Since I've never been arrested,

I think they have to be respected.

I can't have a bad opinion about them.

If there were no police,
we wouldn't exist.

Let me tell you what I think.

I think that police is just like us.

-Your sister was in prison.
-No, she's never been in jail.

Well, she's been arrested.
Doesn't it hurt you?

A minister or any other person
can be arrested.

Doesn't it hurt you that she's been
arrested because she's a transvestite?

You're just like her.

Wait a moment.
She's been in jail many times

because...

she's a transvestite...

And because she's a whore.

I don't know. I really don't know.

They looked at her ID
and saw that she was a transvestite.

But you know your sister is a whore.
-Yes.

She's our colleague.

She works with all of us.

She works in a very famous place.

-No, she began working in...
-In Ballesta Street.

In Ballesta Street
and in El Valverde Street.

And she worked for just
1000 pesetas.

She's much more sluttier than us.

We get paid 5 to 10 000 pesetas.
We're high-class whores.

She's a cheap whore.

-But she's also a whore.
-That's it. A whore.

I find it normal.

I love him very much. He's gorgeous.

He's just 18.

And if he follows my steps,

but not my steps for art.
I mean, my steps in life,

if he can follow my steps in life,
which he can do, because at his age,

he's surpassed me in everything.

Well, not in everything.
He can dress very appropriately.

And I admire him.

You've got to save the money you earn,

save whatever you make
and buy a house in the future.

For example, I never worked the streets.
So, I never had that problem.

Maybe that's why I'm happier.

I finish my performance
and come back home.

-Yes, but you know...
-I also have a drink here at home and...

Yes, but you know,
I've had a very bad time

with the police.

I'm fed up with this life.
I earn a lot of money...

You can change now.

I can give you some numbers
for your performance.

You can earn a lot of money, too.
You have your drinks here...

This is my life.
I'm earning a lot of money right now...

And I want to take advantage of it...

What do you want so many dresses for?

-What do you want so many dresses for?
-Because I like being well-dressed.

All right, but you can buy a dress
worth 4 000 instead of 10 000 pesetas.

-You know that when I like a dress...
-Yes.

Yes, you buy it, put it on once
and then throw it.

-I can't understand...
-You live your life and I live mine.

I just want you to be safe
and go well.

I don't mind if you have lovers

as long as you behave well.

I mean, you have to behave well
with people

and so on. That you look like a girl
and behave like one.

Oh, how beautiful!
Doesn't it remind you of something?

-I used to play it when I was a kid.
-Let me, please, let me.

I love it!
Wouldn't you love to play again?

This is too much!

This is my parents' restaurant.

Let's come in.

Wait a moment.
I'll make myself look gorgeous.

This is my father.

-How do you do?
-How do you do?

-How do you do?
-How do you do?

This is my mother.

-I'm glad to meet you.
-Glad to meet you.

Cristian is my guest this afternoon.
I've come with him so he can meet you.

I'm very happy to see
your family together.

I haven't seen my family
for four or five years.

-Do you usually get together?
-Yes.

Usually on Sundays, above all.

We also go hunting in the morning!

Then Master Solano here sings
twenty songs.

-Do you usually miss José?
-Yes, of course.

Don't think
we miss him so much...

I'm very happy that...

It makes me emotional...

to see the whole family together.

I can see that you all are very natural.

Are you happy to see your son?

Of course I am. I'm very happy

to see the family together.

How beautiful!

My father loves me very much.

Are you also happy to see
your grandson?

-Of course I am.
-Very much, I see.

How old are you? You seem very young.

I'm 86 years old.

86 years old!

Three years younger than me.

I look very good for my age.

Grandma, you were also 86 last year!

She's just like Sara Montiel.

I think she wants to be a movie star.

-Are you his cousin?
-I'm his only cousin.

What do you think about his life?

I'm very happy with him.
I like him to be an artist.

How nice of you.

I really like the way he dresses
and everything.

I'm not wearing a lot of clothes today.

When I come to see you, you know,

I don't want to seem like a star.

I mean, I'm not really a star.
I'm a person just like you

who works every night.
And that's my life.

But you're really an artist.

When I come to act here in Alcobendas,

I want to take my father and my brother,

I'll be the main act, my dad the guest,

and my brother Pedro
who's going to get himself noticed.

-You seem very stiff, aren't you?
-No, I'm not.

I'm not stiff at all.

-I'm always happy.
-That's good.

José talks a lot about you.

-Of course, I'm his mother.
-Come here, Miguel Angel.

Make him some space.

Who's this boy?

He's my youngest brother.

-Tell Cristian how old you are.
-I'm 11.

-How old?
-11.

He's my father's bodyguard.

-Really?
-Yes, he's the number one here.

What's your name?

Miguel Angel.

Miguel Angel.

What do you think about your brother?

-I like the way he is.
-You like the way he is.

Have you ever seen him working?

No.

What's that?
Didn't you see me in the bar?

Oh, yes.

-Do you like the way he works?
-Yes.

Do your friends ask you about him?

Yes, sometimes.

What do you tell them?

"He's an artist."

He likes...

acting a lot.
He likes...

-Bingo!
-Bingo.

-And he likes drinking!
-What? Drinking?

He likes to drink.

I like drinking, and you know the place

I like to go to have a drink.

All right, apart from being
your father's bodyguard, you watch

your sister.
-I watch my father more

because sometimes he also...

And now father
is going to dedicate me a song,

a song for all the mothers out there.

I've got a little cold.

Never mind. We're family,

it doesn't matter what people say.

And if someone has something bad to say,
let them.

We're family.

Everyone quiet.

Hello. Good morning, Eva.

You've got an official subpoena

for the military service.

I mean, you have to go tomorrow

because it's a very serious thing.

-But...
-You have to turn up just like yourself.

You go to the town hall,
you go home first.

You go to the town hall and tell them...
I mean, they'll see it at once.

-They'll notice your breasts.
-I'm a bit scared.

Why scared?
You've done nothing wrong.

You go home first,
and tell Mom and Dad to go with you.

Nothing will go wrong.

They'll examine you or...

There won't be any problems.

I did military service.

I did it before having my operation.
I had hormone treatment after that.

That's when my life started to be
modern and happy.

Mr. Angel Ruiz Orejon Casado?

-Are you Mr. Angel Ruiz Orejon?
-Yes, sir.

Could I have your ID?

-Your first surname?
-Ruiz.

-Your second surname is Casado, right?
-Yes.

-Your name?
-Angel.

-Birthplace?
-La Solana.

Pardon?
-La Solana.

La Solana.

-Province?
-Ciudad Real.

-Birthdate?
-May 12th, 1964.

-Your father's name?
-Pedro.

-Your mother's name?
-Angelines.

-Religion?
-Single.

Religion.

-Catholic?
-No.

-Atheist?
-I don't know.

No religion.

-Marital status?
-Single.

-Can you read and write?
-Yes.

-What's your regular job?
-Artist.

Very well.
Here's your ID.

Take off your shoes, please.

Here.

Keep your head steady.

Lean on the bar.

You can put on your shoes.

-Angel Ruiz Orejon?
-Yes, sir.

-Are you sure?
-Yes.

All right, take off your blouse.

How long have you looked like that?

For a year and a half.

Raise your arms.

Breathe.

As much as you can.

Exhale.

Good.

You can get dressed.

Sit down.

-Did you get operated?
-No.

-Are you going to do it?
-No.

-Are you planning to do it?
-No.

I couldn't stand the military service
but it was compulsory

at that time with Franco.
Everyone had to.

Afterwards, they sent me to Tarifa.

I will never forget
when I arrived in Tarifa.

In Las Palomas island.

It was such a foggy day
that you couldn't see anything.

And that impressive lighthouse...

My world fell apart.

I can't say which place was worse.

We had to go out on the second day.

I went with another fairy
called "La pandereta”.

We both turned up...

Two total fairies.
We had plucked our eyebrows.

The whole village was after us.

The village looked like
the Corpus Christi.

The whole village was...

I remember a Lieutenant saw us.
I can't remember his name...

Lieutenant Villalon.

He saw us, and we got arrested.

They kept us there for 40 days
and shaved our heads.

Just because he wanted us to be men.

They said that we were a disgrace
to the Army.

So, I answered him:
"Why did they send us here then?"

We didn't want to do military service.

There was a lot of respect there.

They called you
at the time of falling in.

I remember they would call out
our names.

I remember this funny fairy out of all
the guys that were there.

He was so funny. "La pandereta”. They
would call him, "José Campo Ayala".

And he answered with this voice,
"Present!".

Once we had to do guard duty
by the front door.

All hell broke loose.

It was the inauguration
of Guzman El Bueno's statue.

It was such a windy day

that I don't know how the wind
didn't blow us queers away to Gibraltar.

I remember that we left the musket
on the ground.

We had no clue what we had to do.
So we left the musket on the ground.

So, since it was very cold,
we went for a coffee break.

When we got back to the barracks,
back again to the cell!

So, we spent all the time in the cell.

Imagine that Loren, or Lorenzo,
goes to work in a factory tomorrow,

and you're dressed like a woman,
and your workmates tell you:

"Lorenzo, how can you be dressed
like this?" What would you do?

Listen to me.

You'd go back to the street dressed
like a woman where your partners

treat you like a woman,
just like you feel.

They say that I'm very old,

they don't like my new boobs...

"Look at Loren's tits."

They tell me: "I'm a gypsy, illiterate”.

Why? I couldn't go to school.

I know to behave wherever I go,
so they like me.

Not like you.
They're always scolding you

because you don't even
know how to get dressed.

-Who likes you?
-Nobody.

Apart from your family,
nobody here likes you.

Why not?

Of course you don't!

We're all false people

and scoundrels!

You're right, Tamara.

There's no worse burden than this one
God gave us.

The word itself describes it.

"Fucking fag."

My dream is to get my boobs done
and be successful in everything.

In cinema, television, in everything.

I'll stay at home,
or I'll go to my village,

because my mother has a house there,

and I've also got a flat
in Jerez de la Frontera.

I dream about being famous
in the future.

I'd like to meet a guy who loves me
and who I love too.

I'm tired of just having affairs.
I don't want to be alone in the future.

I've had a real love,
he's very far away from Spain.

I mean, I still have him.
He's still on my mind.

Because this man I'm talking about...

If I'm being honest
I feel like crying.

He hurt me a lot, not willingly,
but he really hurt me.

He didn't know that he hurt me.

The more he hurt me,
the more I loved him.

I still love him, although we broke up
a long time ago.

He left, but I still love him.
He's on my mind.

It's like a curse
I can't get out of my mind.

I'll love him forever.
He's the only one I love.

He's abroad.

He's in... abroad.

Dear Mom,

I hope you all are well
and I also hope you can forgive me

for not having let you know
about me before.

But I couldn't for several reasons.

One of the reasons,
and the most important one,

is what drives me to write this letter.

I hope you can understand
what I'm going to explain to you.

And I hope you accept it.
Otherwise, please, mom,

at least try to understand me.

I really don't know where to begin.

I'm 21 years old,
and if memory serves me well,

I realized that I wasn't like the rest
of people since I was 14.

Well, I knew that before.

You surely remember that when I was a
kid,

I preferred staying at home
to help you than go out with friends.

But it was at 14,

when I began working
in a hair salon,

that I realized I liked
boys more than girls.

So, I began going out with them.

Of course,
I never did anything wrong.

Then, I came to Madrid,

I rented a flat with two friends
and met people like me.

With the same problems.

I found out that I was not alone.

But,

since I was so confused,
I decided to go to a doctor.

He explained to me that I have
more feminine than masculine hormones.

He also told me not to worry too much

because there were a lot of people
like me.

From that moment on,

I've lived more peacefully.

I'm all right, but I've changed a lot.

So have my looks and appearance.

I live and feel like a woman does.
And I'm beginning to be happy.

I regret to upset you,
since I know the way you think.

I've tried to hide it from you
because I didn't want you to worry.

I'd give anything not to give
such bad news,

but I couldn't go on like this.

I hope you'll try to understand me.

I know this is very difficult
for you to accept,

but at least try to understand me.

I'm your son and I want to always be.

But this who I am.

Of course it's not my fault
to be a man on the outside,

since |I am
and feel like a woman on the inside.

Try to understand me, please, mom.

I love you, René.