Back when i had really nice legs, i used to wear skirts & dresses. It was fun! It served many purposes — primarily it discouraged undesirable elements from talking to me at the café.

My time with Rabbit had introduced me to the queer community, and i really liked it. I wasn’t especially queer myself, but i really liked the community.

Cross-dressing was an effective method of screening out people, but it also attracted a lot of curious women. It was my chance to be a little funky, finally. It was a conversation-starter.

My years in Tempe AZ, living on the edge of the campus of Arizona State University, were ones of figuring out who the hell i was. I went to Rabbit’s “Bi-Necessity” meetings about bisexuality. I played a supportive role, as a (fairly) straight outsider.

And i brought the cross-dressing to Durango CO, where Ladies Night at a local club included free admission for cross-dressing guys. Was a *lot* of fun!

But i was never trying to pass as a woman; i was more interested in whatever experiences i could find. I began to write more with female pen-names, and i wanted to know as much as i could about being a woman. I took more Women’s Studies classes and talked to women about their experiences. It was all research, to me.

Sandi identified as bisexual, so we got along extra-well in that respect.