When I drove away from my summer in Provincetown two days ago, I thought I left the drag queens and circuit boys behind.
Today while I was relaxing in my own living room, my son came creeping down the stairs.
"Look at me, Mommy!" he exclaimed.
Oh my dear lord!
Not only was he wearing a bejewled crown festooned with ribbons and enough makeup to make Priscilla, Queen of the Desert proud. But he was also naked and wearing body glitter from head to toe.
It was like a preschool production of Queer as Folk was being staged in my living room.
I knew I shouldn't have let Uncle Patrick babysit.