What I am attempting to do is lay the foundation for a separation of sex identitites by types of clothing worn. In other words, let each person wear whatever he pleases. If both sexes were free to wear high or low heels, sox or nylons, skirts, Capris, blouses or shirts, etc., it would correct some of the difficulties and give greater free- dom to everyone. It seems to me that the public would be more likely to accept such a thing than it would to accept outright imi- tation of females by males, as there is always a dislike for deceit, no matter how altruistic. I am afraid that the concept of the superi- ority of the male is so deeply ingrained on religious grounds that the dual personality concept you are attempting to attain tolerance for will be very slow in coming.

Left to my own inclinations, I favor variety. Once in awhile I would go to full costume at either extreme, but most of the time comfort, convenience, and my feelings of the moment would govern. Prob- ably a composite costume would prevail. During warm weather, perhaps shirt, bermudas, nylons and heels for lounging around.

R. F.

Utah

Dear Virginia or Mary,

You never know which of you will find time to answer. I honestly don't know how either one of you can keep up with what must be a terrific volume of mail. I certainly appreciate the replies though, whenever you can afford the time, and I'm trying not to bug you but . . .

I was reading a back issue of TVia and came across one of Virginia's comments about “every girl having her day in print." I just wondered, how many of the girls are as vain as yours truly, making poster size prints of herself. (See enclosed horror shots.) (She sent me two 18 x 24 blow-ups of pictures. Ed.) Actually it's fun, and if you happen to have access to a 3M microfilm printer, some aperture cards and some negatives from your photos, you are in business. Imagine yourself as a clothed centerfold, or a fashion ad, or any other such diversionary nonsense. Then there are other possibilities. Like cutting out your own face, and pasting it up on some glamorous looking fashion model's expensively decked out pic. (Might as well play paper doll's now, I didn't have a girlhood to indulge myself in.)