I was still stuck on the I’m a guy, Dave and then she—he—goes and hits me with And I like to dress in women’s clothing sometimes. Lee was a guy? He had a cock? I tried to imagine it, but I kept coming up with dresses and pretty red bows in cherry red hair. I kept seeing bright red nail polish on dainty toenails peeping through toe holes on little shoes. “You’re a guy?” There was someone in the room who had been taken for a ride, and it appeared to be me. “Yes.” Lee was a guy? The thought kept going around my head like it was a blowfly caught in a glass jar. It circled around and around, buzzing loudly and becoming more frantic with each pass. He was a guy? I looked him up and down. Today he looked like a guy. Kind of. A small, pretty guy. He was wearing all gray, and there was no makeup or earrings.
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