No Man’s Land
The first time I grasped that there must be male humans as well as females, I was ten years old. I was at the New York Wildlife Preserve with both my mothers, in the Hall of Darkness. The exhibits were illuminated with red light, to which the animals were not sensitive, so they behaved as they did during the night.
I was looking through the window at a colony of small monkeys when I noticed one of the monkeys near the glass raise its hindquarters. Another monkey abruptly approached the first monkey from the rear, its small, hairless p***s erect like a pointing finger, and mounted the first.
“Do you know what they’re doing, Ellie?” whispered my birth mother in my ear.
“Not exactly, mama.”‘
“Well, this is called s*x,” my second mother said. “The male is r****g the fema
