ably bad. I have at hand a Canadian publication entitled "Now Modern Bizarre of the Unusual" and if I tell you that the title is by no means the least literate thing about the book you may con- elude for yourself what it is like. In such a context I do not wonder that transvestism is not even a comprehensible entity.

There are notable exceptions, of course. The Canadian pub- lication "BIZARRE" (not to be confused with the above) when under the whimsically creative aegis of Mr. John Willie. I have not seen a copy for some years and do not know if the magazine is still available. It was intelligent and eclectic and showed in its time the only real imagination in the field. Also, there i the amusing "FADS AND FANCIES" from England which, while narrower in scope, is well handled.

As for the Exotique, Fantasia, Nutrix and other similar pub- lications, I suppose that each person must make up his own mind. They seem to demonstrate a confusion as to their purpose--the garterbelts and saddles syndrome--and insist on outfitting what TV's appear in their pages in leather peignoirs and having them wrestle on a chaise lounge for the possession of, for chrissake!, somebody's riding erop. They are, especially since the advent of our own stellar magazine, no longer adequate for me but I would not malign them on this account nor for their obvious commercial- ism as I suspect that my standards may be more impatient than most. But it is not the exceptions at which I would cast my quiz- zical, critical and perhaps jaundiced glance, it is the others. "One-shots" mostly, of all kinds, which are usually as vulgar and bad as they are expensive. They appear to be produced by a group of greasy, greedy sub-gentlemen who seem to go out of their way to be boorishly illiterate and unimaginative. For what reason I cannot conceive since it obviously, coupled with the outrageous price, reduces any possibility of a repeat sale. I have, for in- stance, the story of one "transvestite" which came to me in a three dollar limited addition (sic) and the author of which seems to think that a transvestite is a simpering sentimental masochist with an amazing predilection for patent-leather Halloween costumes. Such confusion is THE most singular thing about all this cheap literature. No one involved in its production can quite bring themselves to believe that they are dealing with real--but diff- erent--human beings and so cannot by extension regard the slop

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