“Have you read all these?” Jason gestured to indicate the bookcases lining two walls of my living room.
“Pretty much,” I picked up the copy of Genet’s ‘Our Lady of the Flowers’ he’d removed, and slid it back into its place.
As guided tours go, my flat is a fairly boring subject, unless you’re impressed by row upon row of books – Jason wasn’t.
“Carole says you look great in drag. Want to show me your frocks?”
“It’s not drag as such,” I said, opening the closet door, “I just wear them around the house mostly.”