We discussed lieder over the starter, Primo Levi over the main course, and swapped anecdotes about the ‘gay community’ while waiting for dessert. Things only began to turn sour over the sweet.
“I don’t see myself as a drag queen,” it hurt to have my own prejudices thrown back at me, “my transvestism has always been separate from my other lifestyle.”
I had never had much luck explaining that to anyone, not least myself.
They both became manifest around the time I reached thirteen, although since then, I had recognized a few resonances in my childhood years.
