Margo sat next to me in the coffee shop late that Saturday afternoon.Margo sat next to me in the coffee shop late that Saturday afternoon. His real name was Mark, but he was one of the loveliest Drag Queens in New York City. I had been dressing secretly at home in my mother's and sister's clothes for just over three years, but at 18 years old, I had never been in public as a woman. Margo lived now as a female, and could pass anywhere. I complimented "her" on it, and "she" said. "You could do just as well, you know. |