When Jim visited me in 1975 we audiotaped a reading of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf.  We had an audience of one, the photographer, who left after the pictures were taken.

I didn’t like to make fun of breasts when I was in drag but because I was playing a character who had to look dumpy we did some padding. Including the stomach. If we’d done it today I would have come a little more naturally to the part.

Somewhere that long-lost tape exists. But I’m having trouble finding it. When I do, I will share it. Unless I don’t come off so good then I won’t.

Jim and me. Sad, sad, sad.

Blue games for the guests?

You kill me? That’s a laugh

Getting angry baby? Getting angry?

I don’t bray

Still at that old middleweight limit, huh?

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The Story of Jim

• The Happiest Days
• Childhood Living
• Life on Pretty Lake
  
• Sensitivity Training
• Graceless Lady
• Life in Print
• Life on an Associate Professor’s Salary
• What’s the Date? 1968
• Alone with Art
• Life at Sterling Cooper
• Centerfold
• Sliding Through My Hands
• Life as a Godfather
• I Know I’ve Dreamed You
• Image of Veta
• Landline