The tour group flew to Honolulu, lay over a couple of hours to change planes and went on in to L.A. but my room mate and I stayed over in Honolulu for a couple of days. We rented a car and drove around Oahu and visited the Polynesian Cultural center where we renewed our acquaintance with Tahitian and Fijian culture and dance. She then went on home and I stayed behind for two more days. I made connections with one of our people over there and we had a nice visit and a dinner together. He took me downtown where the book stores are and I managed to open four stores in Honolulu so we ought to be discovering some more of our sisters soon. He also took me to the GLADE which is an impersonator night club. One of our Seattle members had been over there recently and reported one of the girl singers as being small, feminine and singing very femininly and who described herself as being "different from the rest" so I thought it would be interesting to meet her and see if she was by any small chance an FP rather than a queen. Turned out that her differences were ones of degree rather than of kind. She was a Phillipino and had married a female to get into the country but was still gay but just not promis- cuous like the rest, so that lead evaporated. But I had an amusing ex- perience as I was leaving the theater. As I have written in the past, queens in Honolulu have to wear a little sign saying "I Am A Boy" if they are on the street dressed. So standing around the exit were several queens and the man who checked IDs going in. The queens were wearing buttons which said "I Am A Boy" all right but then said "Glade" underneath, a nice combination of identification and advertisement. Anyway I went over to one "girl" to see what the small print said and she took off the button and gave it to me saying I could have it as a souvenir. I thanked her and as I turned away the door guard said in pigeon English - "You no wear that, you girl! Only boy wear, you no wear, you girl." I replied, "Well, maybe I don't have to but I probably should." But he was firm about it "No, if you boy you wear, but you girl!" I replied in the deepest voice I could muster, “You want to bet?" It stunned him. He nearly fell off the curb while Tom and I nearly collapsed laughing. So that ended the night on a minor triumph.

Next day I did a radio program on KPOI with Larry Jones, the man who put me on his TV show (my first appearance on not as a TV) back in 1966. So it was full circle back to him. That went over well and hopefully will bring in some inquiries, too. Then he drove me to the airport and finally I got back to L.A. 45 days after leaving it. We did about 25,000 miles, were on 28 separate flights and visited eight countries and 17 cities, contacted 10 FPs in five cities, gave one lec-

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