I took off on Thursday June 4 to do the show. Next day I spent a mar- velous noon and early afternoon with Dr. Alvarez and his two pretty and interesting secretaries. They took me to lunch and we had a great visit.

Then it was out to O'Hare by bus to be picked up by Gisele 13-J-2 FPE and taken home. Our Executive Secretary, Fran came down from Wis- consin accompanied by Jeri who writes the literary reviews in the Femme Forum for FPE. Our local counsellor Barbara Lee 13-D-4 FPE and her assistants Ellen 13-M-6 FPE and Evelyn 38-B-9 FPE (now in Illinois) were also there. We had a "council of war" or something or other. At least we had a long discussion of various FPE problems and decided to print up some copies of the series of articles from TVia No. 60 having to do with Gender and TS and to distribute these to doctors, counsellors, and those who think they are TS in the hope that we can save some of those who might otherwise take this one way trip to "deathless suicide" as Susanna called it.

My WLS appearance had been seen by the producer of the Marty Faye show, which I'd done a couple of times before, and he woke me up early the following morning to scold me for not letting him know that I was in town and would I do the show on Saturday for them. I would and I did. There was a chuckle in this, too, because one of the phone-in questions had to do with what was the attitude of the police toward us. I answered that I'd never been disturbed and that in any case it would depend on the law in a particular city. I said that I'd never had time to inquire about the situation in Chicago. When I got off the air a couple of the camera men asked me some questions and then said, "there is a cop waiting for you in the waiting room." I assumed they were kidding and said that I thought it would be all right because even where there were laws against cross dressing they usually exempted entertainers and that is what I counted as.

So I walked out the door and there, much to my surprise was a cop. He was writing a note of some sort and made no movement toward me. I said goodbye to the producer and his wife and the cop, having gone to the elevator, I departed too. So he and I rode the two elevators down to the street and stood talking on the sidewalk for 10 minutes or so. I asked him if I'd be O.K. walking back to the hotel at midnight. He said sure and besides that he would be going up the street checking cars too and he'd keep an eye on me. So much for confrontation in Chicago.

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