I never thought I'd enjoy
Little Pink Raincoat, a memoir of relationships and clothes, more than
Self-made Man, a recount of a lesbian's adventures in drag, but I did. Self-made Man was a hell of a lot more shallow, for one thing. Fatuous, even. It's all, "boo hoo, boys have it hard and I didn't know just how hard they had it, and maybe their
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