Transvestia
having met her. All I know is through things told to me by some friends who did meet her. I understand that as a man he could hardly walk, crippled by arth- ritis, but as soon as "she" put on her high heels and dresses, she could actually walk about with very little. trouble. This semi-miracle, by the way, is something I'd love to see scientifically explained...To a lesser degree it's something that quite a few TV's have re- ported as a common experience: the head-ache that vanishes as soon as the make-up and wig go on...the bursittis that hurts much, much less if the arm is adorned by a bracelet and stays away from the usual shirt sleeve..the freezing and painful cold weather that just about disappears when one exchanges a warm male suit for a half-as-warm dress... the fatigue that miraculously vanishes when the "girl-within" is given a chance to come out....the boring book or re- port that suddenly becomes fascinating by just switch- ing clothes and curling up on a sofa to read...the irritation that turns into smiles...the pessimism that turns into hopeful enthusiasm...and so on... Wonder how those who bitterly denounce TVism as a sign of psychosis or some unmentionable mental dis- turbance reconcile these wonderful therapeutic effects of dressing up...hmmm? But going back to the past when printed TV material was absent from our lives, I remember the excitement and thrills I used to feel seeing that old Laurel and Hardy movie in which they played their respective wives...and they were both pretty good at it...and again, any of you remember one of the "Our Gang" movies in which one of the kids plays the "daughter"?...it was a messy impersonation, true, but terribly exciting to the lone TV of those days...I can also recall with pleasure the exciting hours spent reading about varsity shows" such as those put on by the University of Pittsburgh, or the Hasty Pudding Club of Harvard...how I used to wish I could be a member of those show groups and be given a girl's part!.....And there was, of course SEXOLOGY MAGAZINE...how I used to thumb through every issue I'd see on a bookstand hoping to fins a teeny-weeny article about a transvestite...wonder if many of my friends remember that two or three-part series of
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