Life on an Associate Professor’s Salary

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.


The Story of Jim

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