One of my earliest memories from my 1987-93 stint working in the Philippines was a beauty pageant I attended in a smallish provincial city with two American colleagues. One was a female co-worker at the foundation that employed me and the other a young, male agricultural engineer.
The several hundred-strong audience, comprising both men and women, was enthusiastic but polite, with the engineer cheering loudly for the prettiest contestants – and being met, for reasons we’d soon understand, with chuckles from the Filipino crowd.
It was only when the event ended that we realized both that it was a transgender competition and how normal that was in Philippine society.
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