RANSVESTIA

Well, that whole trial, sentence, probation thing, etc. was a wonder- ful example of the old saying that, "It is an ill wind that blows no good" meaning one that doesn't blow some good. Because in this case if it hadn't been for that probation I would never have had motivation for starting the talks to clubs which in turn was responsi- ble for my getting into the field of television interview shows, radio talk shows and lectures to medical schools, colleges, groups of students and other areas wherein I was able over the years to do my bit about spreading the word through society. Others are doing some of this work now in various ways, but I can safely say that I was the first one to get up before hundreds in service clubs and millions (on radio and TV) dressed as a lady, admitting to being a male and then explaining what it was all about. I am satisfied that I contributed my bit to the gradual opening up of social attitudes concerning sex, gender and their various manifestations. It is because I feel that I have made my contributions, that I feel entitled to retire from the active fray at this point and let some of the rest of you carry the battle forward.

But, on with the story. After Joyce's problems with Bob were cleared up-and I might say that after not appearing at the court hearings with me, he disappeared and has never been heard from again-she continued to work with Chevalier and to edit the Femme Mirror.After some months she married another member of our group who was, of course, also a TV. Then six or eight months after that they separated and she got an apartment of her own. She continued to type for me and I lent her an electric typewriter to do it in her apartment. She no longer handled the day to day mailings and I had taken back these duties myself. But, one day I had called her and asked about picking up some typing that I had to have on a certain day and made an appointment to pick it up about 2 p.m. the next afternoon. I went to her apartment but could not raise anyone. Since she knew that I was coming at that time, I had the feeling that something wasn't quite right, so I went to the apartment manager and explained and got her to bring her key and to open the apartment for me. She did so and I went in and at first couldn't find Joyce but then I pushed open the bathroom door and found her dead on the floor. That was a gruesome sight that took me several years to get out of my mind. Naturally, I had to call her husband and the police, coroner and all the rest. She had my typewriter there and so I promptly took it to my car because

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