EpilogueExcerpt from A Very Bohemian Slaughterhouse, Edwin Wallace, first published 1923.
She moves with an effortless ease through the crowd of ladies in the bar area of Lieu de Rencontre pour les Dames. She is the perfect little Tom, with her hair cut short and parted to one side, combed to perfection, Brylcreem giving it an immaculate shine. She is wearing a man's black dinner jacket and trousers, a white shirt with starched collar and a black dickie-bow. She looks for all the world like a sixteen-year-old boy rather than the eighteen-year-old lesbian vampire that she really is, and of course it is this fe-male element that has all the old dears at the club slavering at the chops. They run their hands over her arse, they touch her cheek, they beg to be engaged in conversation, to have
