I was sitting at a table with this woman. She had long curly dark brown hair, pale complexion, and a very very large nose. She told me that she was a transsexual. I told her that I knew a transsexual in Santa Cruz named Zoe. She seemed to really like the fact that there was another out there somewhere. She explained too me that it was important for her to become a woman, especially since she didn’t look good as a man. I tried to imagine her as a man with that large nose, and decided that she probably looked better as a woman. I told her that she had a lovely voice.