Mirror, Mirror

Consuela doesn't mince her words...she hides nothing. She admits to everything.

There's no structure to the film...there's little structure to a life nearing its completion.

Over the years, Consuela has been constructed...via a mass of major surgeries, bar one - that piece of the anatomy that defines a man - remains. Prominently.

No point in getting rid of the equipment that makes you money, honey. She's a transwoman...but, still a man.

And, soon, she is to be deconstructed...because, the ravages of HIV/AIDS has made the silicon transplants blatant and uncomfortable.

Not the easiest film to watch...the truth is brutal, the decline is palpable.

Consuela...RIP.

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