Are All Lesbians Female?

by P. V. Addair (25-E-1)

I placed the phone back on the cradle and realized that I had to face Doris with the whole story. After all, my whole crazy life

as

a transvestite might have been some strange inner struggle with- in me to come to terms with my frustrated love for Doris.

And Doris, she sounded so happy over the phone just then. Happy that her mixed up life with the lesbian world had come to a violent end last night in her apartment. Jamie, the big blond drag queen was moving out of Doris's flat. Doris admitted that by living with a faggot like Jamie she was really just hiding her own wish to live with a normal man.

And I was a normal man--except for the feminine part of me that kept struggling to free itself. Maybe, I pondered, it was a stroke of fate that Doris had wandered off into the twilight world of the lesbians. Maybe when she got here I could explain the whole thing in her terms.

Was it possible for a man to have such a strange love for women that his love corresponded with the love one lesbian has for another? Could there be such a thing as a male lesbian? As I fussed with getting dressed my mind began to wander back over the events that were bringing me and Doris together tonight.

I remembered the farm, I was around thirteen. I would haunt the mail box at the end of the shady lane that led from our farm to the road. It had become too dangerous for me to continue wearing my sister's things and I lived for the arrival of all the items I was ordering from Sears Roebuck. There were also the first attempts at

buying girl's clothes in town.

I didn't know what size shoes to ask for. Only that my

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