My mate, Margaret and I met 10 years ago on the streets of Soho and have been friends ever since. I was instantly attracted to her charisma, political art and her unapologetic insistence on being herself. My innate fear of being different has always drawn me to those who are not. Margaret Pepper is just like many other 80-year-old-women. She tends her garden, speaks often of her grandchildren, and loves a proper, strong, cup of tea. Twenty years ago, Margaret had sex reassignment surgery.
“This is actually an incorrect statement, as I never actually changed sex at all, but merely got rid of a birth defect, and reverted to what I should always have been, a woman.” She says. “It was a medical problem sorted out medically, there was no psychological adjustment, except the burden being lifted. At the age of five I had an overwhelming urge to experiment with female clothing, but in 1949 there was no such thing as trans and I had no point of reference to connect to. I got married, we had 5 children together, something that amazes me even to this day. My wife was hospitalised with dementia in 2002 at which time I came out as "trans" and began attending trans gatherings, discussion groups and parties etc. Eventually I had surgery in March 2004 and started to paint pictures… And never really stopped!!”
These images portray Margaret through the lens of her quiet moments. The many ways in which Margaret Pepper is seen, perhaps or not seen.