situation that might arise and still come out on top. I can always look back to when things were worse. I still feel, that in time, my wife will come to realize that dressing is something I must do and is not just some passing fancy from which I get pleasure.

I wouldn't make the flat statement that a transvestite should not marry but the wife of a transvestite must, of necessity, be a very exceptional person. Any transvestite fortunate enough to marry an exceptional per- son, like this, should give her every possible consideration in return. Should I find myself single again, at some time in the future, I would not remarry. But the rules I base my conviction on may not necessarily apply to all transvestites. The most important thing, that I can't empha- size enough, is "don't spring your transvestism on your wife as a sur- prise." Make sure before you marry that she knows all the details of your cross dressing in advance and is willing to accept them.

Another question that always enters the life of a married TV is, "should we tell the children?" There, again, there can be no set rule to govern all transvestite marriages. In my particular case we have agreed not to tell our daughter. If she should find out accidentally, then I will attempt to explain things to her and hope she will understand. In the case of a transvestite who dresses completely in front of the family, then, of course, it is necessary to explain it to the children.

Considering my lingerie is the laciest and frilliest that can be found and considering that I wear this every day the question always comes up, "Suppose you have an accident and are taken to a hospital ?" There was a time that this would have worried me considerably. Not so anymore. If I have learned one thing through the years it is to live with what I am. During the years I have built up a resistance to embarrasment that should be capable of handling any circumstance I might find myself in. The medical personnel of a hospital must have some knowledge of what a transvestite is and a simple explanation, on my part, should be all that is needed. On the other hand, I believe I have mastered the English language sufficiently to put down anyone that might attempt to hold me up to ridicule or make me the butt of their jokes.

We always like to speculate, "suppose we could live our lives over again?" I don't believe I would marry. At least, not unless I could find, and be sure of, the very exceptional woman I wrote of above. Of one thing I am certain; I would be a transvestite again. I could no more change this than I could change the positions of the sun and the moon. According to all I have been able to read on the subject, Psychiatric treatment, even very early in my life, would have probably met with very little success.

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