This was a place where men could be dressed as women and no one minded. I edged into the kitchen, my hands sliding up and down my vinyl skirt or nervously touching the hair of my wig; it seemed so strange to be 'dressed' in company. There were about eight TVs in the kitchen from all the parts of the Northwest and all ages and backgrounds. Gradually morfe arrived. The kitchen was the main focal point though some sat in the dining room and others in the front room.
The party was actually a strangely quiet and subdued affair; no one got drunk, no one was loud or outrageous. Mary joked and laughed a lot. People told stories, about dressing, about their jobs, about everyday life. It was like a ladies' meeting inthe fifties, everyone was very conscious of their behavior. AT various points people wnet upstairs to change to different outfits or to try on new wigs.