Gay Old Girls

Book Synopsis: An excerpt:Jane StevensonSouth San Francisco, CaliforniaFollowing Jane Stevenson's directions, I take the South City exit off 101 South and drive along a boulevard that runs parallel to the freeway for a few miles. Then I turn off the large, four-lane thoroughfare onto a quiet residential street and begin my climb up through a hilly suburban settlement of split-level 1950s homes. It is a Saturday, and children are playing in their front yards while young men in ball caps wash and work on their cars or water neatly cut lawns. There are no broken Thunderbird bottles or bums sprawled out on the sidewalks. There are no traffic jams, no blaring horns as there are in my inner-city neighborhood. Except for an occasional plane passing overhead, it is quiet.In one of these houses lives a woman who was once--by all appearances--a typical, attractive, postwar American housewife. She baked cookies, attended PTA meetings and made a warm and loving life for her brood, with one important difference: She had a husband and a wife.Jane, 65, is a soft-spoken woman. She is reflective, emotional, unrehearsed. As she talks, some of what she recalls makes her cry.She shows me photographs of Grace, her partner of nearly 20 years. Grace is good-looking, with strong, Katharine Hepburn cheekbones and a daring expression in her eyes.Jane also shows me photographs of her husband. In the first one, George "Steve" Stevenson appears in his dress police uniform. He is all boot polish and starched blues--a strapping, macho male. Jane hands me another photo of Steve as he looked at home: He's wearing a white knit skirt and a top, with a big, red bow perched atop a light-brown pageboy wig.These three--along with Jane and Steve's son, Mike--lived together in an extended family that was far more '90s than '50s. They were avant-garde. To the public, their neighbors, and the guys on the force, they were the perfect American family, just like Ward, June, Wally, and the Beav. They read together, ate together, shared a home and their lives together. Most importantly, they supported, protected, and loved each other. They were, indeed, the perfect American family-with just a little twist. Or, as Stevenson de Read more