Ms. Diahanna Taylor
MANY FACES AND BODIES,
THROUGHOUT THE AGES.

A little about Ms. Diahanna. I wear a size 8 1/2 shoe. I am 5 feet 8 inches of height. My measurements are ... whatever you want them to be ... it fluctuates so much it's hard for me to keep track ... besides that's boring. I am not the young filly, nor the filly which once enjoyed a youthful physique. There are some serious mid-life stuff that takes over your body controls ... and that takes a little to get use to. I wear caramel colored skin. I am Afro-American / Filipino. I have dark-brown eyes ... and I love to play with tinted contact lenses. I think that tinted contact lenses "alone" can dramatically change your personality and the way you see yourself. My hair color is normally dark-brown to black. However, I wear my hair in many colors ... I am always experimenting. These days , keeping control over my white-gray hair has become a never ending task. I wear wigs ... a lot! My voice is neither typically male or female. Many say that I speak with an American Indian dialect/accent. I am Aquarius with forty nine years worth of wear and tear. To this day, I still wonder why I do what I do. If, a forty nine year old man with male genitalia intact, with no female boosting hormones consumed, can play sexy, sensual woman ... then the world must be mad! This only means you too can play... pretend. My disclaimer should read ... "He is not a female, he is not a woman ... He is a male, who loves to make others believe that he's a woman ... he is ... a female illusionist". When taking photographs, feminine comportment, body positioning, facial angles and attitude are key making a photograph convincingly female. You will never see on this website photographic rejects ... the ones that don't pass the test. When you put only your best female looking photographs together, ones imagination can take over the reigns and begin filling in other pertinent feminine "answers" that are needed to fulfill the female illusion. You won't know me in the real world ... but on the Internet you are a player of my "manipulated" world. There are far more attractive, more serious and more convincing transgendered persons than I ... who have made it their lifestyle to be one sex of the other. I am not one of those people. I have no desire to change my sex ... but I love to fantasize about that process. I don't have female breasts, but I have male breasts that when manipulated properly are convincingly female. I am an excellent make-up artist and transformer. I love the fact that I can still grow a beard, and be grandpa. And, I love that I can shave it all off and transform into the lovely Diahanna, someone sensual, sexy, feminine and appealing. I am a highly erotic person who melts in the presents of femininity and enjoy transforming his body attitude as such from time to time.

As, a young child I was always teased because of my naturally curly hair ... an asset these days, but a detriment growing up male in the 50's. Who was this child that neither fit in a Black Heritage, nor a Filipino Heritage ... I always felt I was an outsider. And, believe me ... even though the adults were always kind ... my cousins spoke the adults' truth. "Curly haired boy ... you should be a girl " ... "Little Black Sambo" are a few of the many tortures I endured from my "perfect" cousins. As a child, I never liked nor loved myself ... I just didn't fit in anywhere. It was an ongoing fantasy of mine, to be someone who was acceptable ... anyone other than me! There was a time when makeup specifically manufactured for ethnic women, did not exist in the United States. I knew for a very long time that I wanted makeup and I wanted to play with it ... it was during the Halloween season when a young male child could get his hands on makeup ... and it was okay! So, Halloween makeup became my fantasy arsenal. The was your basic, lipstick red, your clown white, your under eye sports black, eye shadow blue and Martian green, just the colors I needed for transformation. For, my hair I used some synthetic rope that my Grandfather was trashing ... it looked like "real " hair on its frayed ends, so I transformed this rope into two, long ponytail like braids. Wow! So at nine years of age, was the beginning of my man life transformations. I never wanted to be a little girl ... I wanted to be a sweet smelling, well dressed, well mannered, beautiful white woman. You see, my vision, my sense of "real " beauty was shaped by what was consistently reinforced on the television screen, movies and visual print media. Ethnic beauty had not yet been discovered by white America.


I NEVER WANTED TO BE A REAL WOMAN, I JUST WANTED TO PRETEND TO BE THE PERFECT LADY, THOUGH UNDERNEATH THE MAKE UP AND THE ILLUSION WAS ME ... THIS GUY !


I was fascinated with the thought of being the perfect female illusionist. I could be mild mannered "JOE BLOW" by day and "DIAHANNA" the seductive, sensuous, feminine sex goddess by night. I always wondered what it would be like to have real healthy bouncing breasts. I wanted great big breasts with cleavage. I wanted perky medium sized breasts with great little nipples. I wanted bikini round breasts with a slight nipple showing. I have never used female hormones, even when they were made available to me. I had the privilege of many friends and acquaintances who chose to use female & male hormones ... and their stories were not always successful. I was afraid ... I was afraid, if I had chose to use hormones to enhance my look it would have been used for all the wrong reasons ... I would have taken it non-prescribed, not monitored by a physician, it would magically "cure" all my deep emotional hurt and confusion and, change me into someone that didn't think or look like male ... me. Believe me, the pressure to take these "magic pills" was encouraged by more than a handful of my "dearest" peer friends and acquaintances. After, a number of years, of seeing results & hearing all the accounts from those who were using hormones ... I'm glad that I chose not to use them. But, I had regrets, some terrible anxiety of being alone and not a part of my peers, who were showing more and more feminine traits everyday, while I looked on.

to be continued someday! . . .

The text on this page will be edited, refined, spellchecked, graphics will change, new information added, some deleted. This is my work in progress and it is written in a manner as if I were speaking to a "dear" friend. The information on this page will change as I discover my sense of worth ... as, I discover my truth . . . you can bare witness "to it all" ... after all, this is Ms. Diahanna's RapSheet!




SO, REMEMBER ... IF, I LOOK TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE ... YOU THEN SHOULD CONSIDER I AM ... A " DAMN " GOOD ILLUSIONIST !