The “exclusive” is not a sex tape. It is a snuff film of the soul—a documentation of state-sanctioned violence.
Because it represents the dark, messy pre-history of trans visibility. In today’s world, trans creators are fighting for mainstream media representation on Netflix and in The New York Times. But in 1999, the only place to hear a trans woman talk about police brutality for an uninterrupted hour was through a back-alley distributor in Florida who also sold lingerie videos.
One thing is certain: There is no going back from the exclusive. The door Frank opened, for better or worse, is now unhinged. If you have information regarding the whereabouts of additional “Frank’s Tgirl World” tapes or the current location of Jade D’Luxe, please contact this journalist via encrypted signal.