As we rode I thought I felt his hand touching my bottom through my terry cloth robe. Why wasn't I telling him to stop?We entered his suite, and I was ...mpressed by how big it was compared to the rooms my parents and I had rented. We were in a living room, but the bedroom was someplace else. He asked me if I would like some bourbon and I nodded. He smiled, fixed us both a drink and we toasted our new friendship.I finished my drink rather quickly, and he made me another one. As I began sipping it,. " Yes. That had to be explained. That's what all the tales are for."The next morning I was showing a group of teens my moths. One of the girls was fascinated by several — an arctid female I'd collected north of Cairns and an attacus wardi from around Darwin. I also had an arctid caterpillar, a rarity in my collection."They're beautiful!" Yes, many are. Some are drab, but Australia is rich in moth species." I showed her — and the rest of the group — my copy of Zborowski and Edwards. "It was. I decided to go to a neighbouring city for an exhibition, and the route from the station to the museum took me through the LGBT area. It wasn’t planned. I didn’t even know it existed until I was in it, but it was a revelation. Amongst the colourful cafes and bars nestled amongst the canal network people of all orientations felt free to be who they wanted to be – holding hands, walking arm in arm and even kissing. In short, the kind of things that was normal for straight couples but unseen on an. My breathing became labored.I just concentrated on getting enought air.She thought naturally that I was a girl. And girls have no waists. But Iwasn't a girl. I hoped this was going to go okay! I was afraid ofbecoming unconscious."Don't go day dreaming," the woman said to me suddenly. I think that fora moment I had stopped thinking.But now it wasn't getting tighter. It obviously couldn't because I wasdivided into two parts.But how could I still be alive? I clearly felt that I was.