LubbockOnline.com – By Marlena Hartz – Avalanche-Journal
Alone, the boy grabbed his mother’s lipstick from the bathroom counter. Clutched in his hand, it felt like a prize, one he knew his schoolmates in this tiny town in the Texas Panhandle, and his parents, who did manual labor to support he and his sister, would reject him, possibly hate him, for wanting.
But they weren’t here. His parents at work, the boy, about 11, pressed the tube to his lips.
Since Bobby was about 6, he’d been drawn to his sister’s dolls and his mother’s heels and dresses. When he was smaller, his mother would giggle when he strutted around the house in her clothes, but as he grew older he learned these things were not for him.