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was the opening session the TS Seminar sponsored by the Erickson Foun- dation. Altho I hadn't been able to have a paper accepted I asked for an opportunity to speak which was arranged for the next day. I spent the afternoon with Sonya (as her brother) and we visited the old town and walked and talked. She is very lonely being the only one around tho she is fortunate in having an understanding wife. She can read and write English so if any of you want to write to her send it to me with the necessary 21 cents foreign airmail postage and I'll forward it. She would be most grate- ful for some pen pals.

The next day Sunday 9/6 I got my chance to speak to the conference and gave them the gist of the research which was reported in TVia No. 79. There was considerable interest in what we found. I also offered the idea that if proper research were done it would be found that those operated TSs who claim to have orgasm would be found to be those who as homo- sexuals had experienced considerable anal intercourse. During such, the intruding penis practically massages the prostate and as the nerves en- ervating the prostate are closely related to those running to the plexus at the head of the penis it is likely that one could, so to speak, cut into the circuit at that point and elicit the same response in the higher cen- ters. But it remains a matter of great improbability that anyone not trained in anal intercourse could achieve a true physiological orgasm. Unhappily, those who have had the surgery have invested so much of themselves in getting it that they have to "prove" its tremendous success and so they claim to have frequent orgasms- after all that's what women have and are they not "women", ergo they have orgasm. Of course those coming along and still not having had the surgery, read and hear these claims and figure what can they lose, they'll have orgasms after as well as before the surgery. Not so! If more knew that perhaps there would not be so many so anxious for surgery.

Well, that evening I flew off to Belgrade, Yugoslavia by myself. I had seen Dubrovnik 2 years before but no other part of the country so de- cided to take in its capitol. My voucher said that the hotel Metropole would have a car waiting for me at the airport. So I arrive there, go to the room where baggage comes in and look around for anybody in any offi- cial capacity as guide, information desk, clerk or whatever. Nobody! I ask a couple of soldiers-no spika da englees, likewise the bus driver waiting outside. Naturally I don't speak Croatian and nobody in the place speaks English. Finally I go to the taxi stand and get referred to the taxi starter and with a bit of German, English and the name Met- ropole Hotel I'm put in a taxi. At the hotel I make the driver wait while I go to the desk and try to get the hotel to pay him because they were

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