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It's really hard to figure out where to begin. I am still caught up in the incredible emotions released during the Tri-Sigma con- vention, in New Orleans. To think that on the very first night of the convention Carol made a point of asking me to be appear in TRANSVESTIA! It's almost too much to believe. A month before the convention Ihad never ventured out before during the day. It only proves that the greatest enemies we fight are the mental bands we tie ourselves up in.

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My story really begins in Detroit, in early 1947. It was there that I was born the first of three children. I was followed short- ly by a sister and twelve years later by another sister. My par- ents were typical parents. My father is a chemist and my mother is a housewife. They were loving and thoughtful, always trying to do what was right for their children. The consensus of their children is that they receive an "A" for effort but low marks for results.

I remember two early experiences that I'm sure had some inpact on my development. The first was when, on a lark, my mother polished my toenails while she was doing her own. I loved it! It made me feel "special". The second experience was an argument with my mother over neatness. She threatened "If you don't tuck those shirttails in, I'll put lace on them then you'll keep them in." My shirttails stayed out because, in retrospect, I think perhaps I hoped she really would put lace on them.

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