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Saint Carolo, patroness of poor traps

Thanks, Carolo, for giving me the example, the strength and the courage of coming out to Santo Tomas spreading my wings and flying freely. I would’ve been a frustrated and sad caterpillar without your reference. Thanks for overtaking the party noises with your hoarse voice. Thanks to you, Saint Carola, patroness of the crossdressers of the people. I’m a free butterfly now.

I, Matilda
El Carmen Alley, Santo Tomas, La Pintana, August 2021

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Thank you, Saint Jude, for giving me the luck of becoming the queen of the gay community.

Monico Perez

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I thank you, Virgin of the Rosary, for my husband turned out to be not a weirdo. I caught him in my clothes on, but he only wanted to know my size to get me a present.

Petra, Oaxaca, Mexico, 1980

I, Cristian Nava, pay with this retablo for delivering me from animals that got in my room. They scared me a lot because I’m all alone and so fragile.

Tijuana, 1972

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I beg you, Virgin of Guadalupe, protect and look after me in my cross-dressing adventures.

Lucho, Valencia Lucy

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Daniel C. brings this humble exvoto to Saint Bruno with his deep gratitude for nobody found out about this grave mistake he committed at his last drinking spree. He went in a motel to spend the night with a chick he met in a bar few hours before. The next morning he woke up and saw with great horror that it was a guy, and he ran out of here.

Mexicali, Baja California

I’m still a virgin because I’ve been always very shy with women. So my friends encouraged me to hire a prostitute. But I was so nervous I didn’t notice that I went to the area where crossdresser men work. I give thanks to Saint Bruno because I noticed that the “girl” who was about to jump in my car was a man. I promise to wait till the real love comes to my life.

Maximiliano T. — Culiacan, Sinaloa

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My fiancée’s brother was so jealous that we had to hide our engagement. In order to spend more time together, she got an idea to dress me up like a woman so I could pass for her friend. I thank Saint Sebastian for her brother had to go to work in another country because he was already falling in love with me. Now my fiancée and I are free.

Cesar Morales — Oaxaca, Mexico

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I considered myself the ladies man of the neighborhood, and I enjoyed flirting with the girls passing by the street. But the other day I was fooling around with a blond, she turned around, and, to my great surprise, I saw that she was a man. I thank Saint Sebastian because this embarrassing moment didn’t affect my reputation. I promise to be more respectful with the women.

Calixto Gallardo \ Toluca, State of Mexico

One night, after leaving work I went to a bar with my colleagues and drank nonstop. There I met a stunning woman whom I invited to a hotel. I was very excited for being able to score her. I give infinite thanks to Saint Sebastian because, although I was pretty drunk, I realized—before spending a night together—that it was a man dressed like a woman. I promise to be more careful when I’m having fun.

Adrian Gutierrez \ Tijuana, Baja California

I was unemployed and saw an ad requiring masseuses in a spa for ladies. I had an idea to dress up like a woman and to ask for this job. I thank Saint Sebastian with the present retablo because nobody noticed that I’m a man and I’m keeping this job, which, apart from having an excellent salary, allows me to check out the clients without clothes.

Maximiliano R. \ Monterrey, Nuevo Leon

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Thank you for I’m done with this habit of dressing as a woman.

Luis

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I, Roberto Pilar, thank the Souls in the Purgatory for help. I was a faggot since childhood. I loved dolls, I dressed up as a girl. But my father used to beat me for that. Later I was dating a doctor named Butcher. Thanks to the Souls, I ran away from my home and now live as a woman. I dedicate this exvoto.

Mexico City, Tlalpan
January 11, 1970