friends in to see my wardrobe of feminine things, told everybody who would listen about my proclivity, building up, I think, to having me committed to an institution as being insane. I was spared this fate by her attorney having some small conscience. I prudently left the state for a time and a divorce was finally granted. Thus ended an-

other episode in my life.

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We are still friends, strange as it may seem. I just can't hate one who was so dear to me. She now sends gifts of furs and bits of jewelry to her sister Gloria". I just received some lovely "Eisenberg" earrings for Christmas. I returned the compliment with a set of Studio portraits like those shown here (together with the desired ad- vance alimony check).

Now I was through with dames forever, no fooling! I threw myself into my work, expanding the one factory to three with a resulting increase of income, I traveled a lot caring for my business. Then, one night in Chicago, I stopped into a "Showbar" featuring girl sing- ers, just for a creme de menthe after a heavy meal. There I met a lovely girl, one of the entertainers whose singing I much admired, we became acquainted, I met her family in the wee small hours. On succeeding visits I renewed our acquaintance, it blossomed into love, a wild kind of high-school type romance, uncomprehensable to me since she was just half my age. Raised in a small town, winning amateur contests led to a professional career whose glamour had paled. She wanted a home and a husband away from the city, even with a "traveling salesman" which I told her I was.

I played it safe this time, told her about my "twin", Gloria. Showed her pictures, sparing no details. She rather liked the idea, it was interesting and different, she had worked with female imper- sonators both square and gay and felt she understood. So we were married, and have enjoyed six wonderful years together.

Gloria had the run of the house, her own room with bath and ward- robe, an understanding wife who reads a book and popped her gum while Gloria swishes! Yet, something was lacking.

Then one day I noticed a small notification in a quasi-medical publication that I had taken for years for the articles on transvestism. "A privately printed magazine for Transvestites was being published on the West Coast". I lost no time in getting the details and receiv- ed issues 1, 2, and 3 of Transvestia, and started a running correspon- dence with one who was to become a valued and trusted friend, Vir- ginia, the editor. So another chapter of my life began to unfold.

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