Just station a couple of real cowboys outside the lady’s room.
Apply a little attitude adustment to the mentally ill semi-male if it tries to enter.
Rinse.
Repeat.
A homosexual went on a trip to a Texas ranch, looking for a handsome cowboy. He sidle up to an hombre standing by a truck and lisped, “Are you a real, live, Texas cowboy?”
The man said, “I reckon I am.”
“And are those boys down by that tree real, live, Texas cowboys?”
“I reckon they are.”
“And what are those cowboys doing down there?”
“They’re hangin’ a queer.”
In his deepest John Wayne voice he replied, “No $&%#!? I’ll just be moseying along!”