Crossing Over
January, 1980
The mustache isn't working. Carefully chosen (the $8.95 edition) and carefully carried in its pristine pink-plastic box over to a gay friend's house, where I am dressing, it is the key to my success and it's not working. I look, even in the square mirror in the bathroom, even with the rheostat turned down to zero, like a girl with a mustache on.My wig, however, is terrific. My wig is dark red and has curls. It makes me look about 16 and mean. When I put on my Army hat, a pillbox job with a baseb...
