But, still, when I sat in front of a mirror and brushed on blush and eye shadow, glued on eyelashes, I felt a wild shock of delight. Boys came to me because I had the right touch. A few of them are dead, others sick, others infected. They were thrilled to be wearing makeup and sparkling gowns and wigs, and to be free from their fathers’ disappointment and shame. They were so beautiful.
