The heterosexual afficionado of soap operas most often indulges his passion in secret, afraid he will be accused of harboring homosexual tendencies along with his fascination with the conniving, back stabbing, bed hopping, freak pregnancies, and negatively motivated, manipulative grudge sex that are the garden variety fare of daytime melodrama. The suspicion of repressed gayness is an unfair insinuation. Conclusive refutation of the queer myth comes in the form and figure of passion-dipped, red-streaked brunette Deborah Zoe, a slinky seductress who slides in and out of romantic entanglements in her role as a rack-wielding über-vixen on the long-running soap opera The Guiding Light. If gazing upon Deborah's succulent, suckable lips, into her sparkling hazel eyes, and straight through her sheer and clinging wardrobe is a fag activity, then we should all take up knitting and join a men's choir.