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Honolulu TV

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Cathy - Hawaii

Is there a place in your town or city where, seven nights a week you can go and see from 12 to 25 pretty young boys, beautifully made-up, bewigged, and dressed to kill? And all with the approval of the local police department? I doubt it. There just aren't many such places.

But in Honolulu, that Island capital city of the new State of Hawaii, there are two such places and after dark you will always find such young men disporting themselves with the customers, who may just be curious local residents or tourists who have got- ton the word.

If you, as a TV, visit Honolulu, and want to go out to Yappy's or the Rice Bowl in your dress, you will be welcomed by the reg- ulars after you identify yourself. But, and this is a big but, both places are regularly checked by the men in blue from the vice squad and they make it a little uncomfortable for you if you are not wearing a small sign pinned to your breast that says -- I AM A BOY.

Yes, that is the price that must be paid in Honolulu for the priv- ilege of appearing in public in their favorite clothing. Through their actions, just a few of them brought upon the entire colony of cross dressers this unhappy concession to the morals of the police department.

But before this is explained, it might be best to delve into poly- nesian culture and learn why the idea of cross-dressing is not as

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