The transvestite always makes a mockery of these distinctions – these familiar little signs – by always going through the wrong door.
Or, to put it another way, the transvestite always gets it right whichever door he chooses. It is as though the most terrifying world is the world in which it is impossible to make a mistake.
There may be a timidity in the ease with which we choose our public toilets.
The different signs on the doors, Garber suggests, satisfy ‘a desire for cultural binarism rather than for biological certainty’.