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Miss Knight (1963) 49: In a group of sister bitches she had few thoughts but to see that none of them rose above the proper clan manner in elegance without being ‘raised proper’. [Ibid.] 51: For christ’s sake, yer supposed to be men, not bitches, when yer on the stage at least. Tomorrow night you come out with the real makeups on or we’ll import a new load of fairies to take your place. [Ibid.] 63: You shudda seen some of the drag costumes them bitches wore. Miss Knight (1963) 50: Miss Knight was holding forth when an American brother in sisterhood came into the Berlin bitchery. Miss Knight (1963) 66: She [...] out of a now gayer mood and of an habitual bitchy gaiety, shouted across the aisle to a Germany boy she knew, ‘Oh you Suzie stoopantakit, I got your number. It’s – 96 – ain’t it? You know, dearie, I think yer queer’. Miss Knight (1963) 66: You know I hate – well, you know – blind meat – you know what I mean. Miss Knight (1963) 52: He used to follow me when I went cruising down State Street. Miss Knight (1963) 62: I wuz at the Y.M.C.A. – in drag you know – some outfit I had too, stars and spangles and jewels all over me. Miss Knight (1963) 62: I’d been to a drag dance with earrings on. Miss Knight (1963) 50: He’s one of them kind that tell you they’re real men until they get into bed with you, and then they sez, ‘Oh dearie, I forgot, I’m queer.’ Whoops dearie! What us bitches will do when we draw the veil. Just lift up our skirts and scream. Miss Knight (1963) 53: I’m tellin’ you, Mary, I’m going to be elegant myself for a spell. Been as common as horseshit all my life, I have. Miss Knight (1963) 66: She [...] out of a now gayer mood and of an habitual bitchy gaiety, shouted across the aisle to a Germany boy she knew, ‘Oh you Suzie stoopantakit, I got your number. It’s – 96 – ain’t it? You know, dearie, I think yer queer.’. Miss Knight (1963) 49: With her it was ‘now I’m tellin’ you , Mary,’ or ‘now when these bitches get elegant I lay ’em out stinkin’ [...] she would hastily apologize had she used the Mary phrase on a man who didn’t know her well, or who might resent her queerness and undue familiarity. Miss Knight (1963) 66: She [...] out of a now gayer mood and of an habitual bitchy gaiety, shouted across the aisle to a Germany boy she knew, ‘Oh you Suzie stoopantakit, I got your number. It’s – 96 – ain’t it? You know, dearie, I think yer queer’. Miss Knight (1963) 59: He would sit with his right hand in the left pocket of his policeman when they were in queer cafés, and would babble, ‘My god, Mary, I’ve got my hand on a real piece of meat at last, oh Mary’. Miss Knight (1963) 59: Miss Knight [...] discovered a beautiful blond policeman who was real rough trade. Miss Knight (1963) 50: Miss Knight was holding forth when an American brother in sisterhood came into the Berlin bitchery. Miss Knight (1963) 50: If she was skatin’ – you know, coke, I mean, and they sells it in this burg by the bowlfuls. Miss Knight (1963) 55: ‘I’m snowbound now, Mary,’ she confided to inform the others that she had just sniffed cocaine. Miss Knight (1963) 49: With her it was ‘now I’m tellin’ you, Mary,’ or ‘now when these bitches get elegant I lay ’em out stinkin’.