If you must, tell your cat first. After all, if little Tiddles is going to take the blame[…]

In reality I felt like a fat flump, my belly still bulging like a saggy balloon.

observation of the Sabbath (rather than the décadi) and the wearing of Jewish side-locks and beards were regarded as ‘uncivic’ offences.

As an individual, as a heterosexual cross-dresser who is not transsexual, I have often thought that the goal of my journey, the outcome of my own queerness, must be some sort of integration, some sort of coming together in a pan-gendered whole that will combine the best of both worlds.