I see a beautiful gay man in the park and I say, "That man has my body". (...) I felt like a gay man in a woman's body. I knew when I was young, about twenty-four, that I wished I was a gay man. That was a common fantasy of mine. I felt that the physical response I had to men must mean I’m like a gay man. I identified with the way gay men talked about other men. I felt like an imposter as a woman. - Anne Rice, The Roquelaure Reader


















