"--I dress like a boy and I have my hair cut like a boy. I want to be a boy. So I can have a homosexual affair with you.

--If you were a boy some of the time and a girl the rest --he said--, I'd be luckier. Because I could have both.

--No --I said. --I'd be luckier. Because I could be both.

I scrambled out of my clothes.

--You're so thin --he said.

--I don't eat. I'm sick.

--Sick? Are you? --He put his two hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes like a doctor.

--Sick with love."

Helen Garner, Civilization and Its Discontents

And the divine Charlotte Gainsbourg