Among last night's journalistic forays was a stop at a lighthouse, newly constructed by a family with enough money to fill a lighthouse with custom heart-shaped tub, parquet floors, library with winding stairway, etc. The progeny of the family is a photographer and, fittingly enough, had an art opening for his cross-processed work documenting geewhizz lighthouses. yawn. I explained cross-processing to a handful of his guests. It: shooting slide (positive) film and processing in negative film chemistry - or the inverse, processing negative film in slide chems. It's all about positive + negative vibes. Onwards to cohosting the cable accesss show which nobody sees and later still a party where there was enough booze to fill a lighthouse and, suddenly, a pal decided it was high time for crossdressing and the hostess helped him into her sad and lonely bridesmaid's frock. One of those expensive dresses which a bridesmaid promises to herself that she can wear again, but never does.
Until a man decides it's high time for crossdressing.