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this morning. At five I returned to find a group of kids playing in the hall. When I unlocked my door<br />

they rushed in behind me and ran all over the place. None of them speak English, so I had to scold<br />

them in Spanish, which made them laugh.<br />

I can’t believe how good my apartment looks now. I’ve been sleeping in the big closet and will<br />

probably continue to do so. That way I can keep the living room completely empty, not a thing in it.<br />

February 20, 1984<br />

Chicago<br />

There’s a radio show I’ve started listening to that’s hosted <strong>by</strong> a woman named Phyllis Levy.<br />

People phone in and discuss their sexual experiences—it’s fantastic. Last night Debbie called saying<br />

that she and her boyfriend spent the weekend experimenting with a vibrator. She came four times—a<br />

first. “It was wild!” she said.<br />

Phyllis seemed genuinely happy for both Debbie and her boyfriend. Then Jill called to discuss a<br />

fantasy situation, and Frank reminisced about a recent three-way with his ex-girlfriend and the guy<br />

she’s now seeing. Next came Sue. Her parents are divorced, and during a visit with her dad last<br />

week, he came to her bed in the middle of the night and the two of them made love. That was the term<br />

she used, made love.<br />

Phyllis explained that this is what we call an “incest situation.” She was clearly disturbed and<br />

suggested that Sue might want to date men who were not related to her. Then Laurie called to say<br />

she’d just done the dinner dishes dressed in a negligee. She stopped to answer the phone and returned<br />

to find her husband, completely naked, scrubbing the bottoms of the pans. It was, she said, “a real<br />

turn-on.”<br />

Phyllis was happy for her and spoke briefly about the element of surprise. The program airs on<br />

Sunday nights and reminds me every week that I’m not in North Carolina anymore.<br />

February 27, 1984<br />

Chicago<br />

Again last night I listened to Let’s Get Personal on Q101. The first hour is hosted <strong>by</strong> a woman<br />

who’s interested in general problems and miserabilia. She has numbers for various suicideprevention<br />

hotlines and places where people can report child abuse, etc. The next hour, and my<br />

favorite, is hosted <strong>by</strong> Phyllis Levy, who started off <strong>by</strong> speaking to a man who was born in India. He<br />

said that small insects were thriving in his girlfriend’s pubic forest—that’s how he described it. He<br />

was worried that she’d been unfaithful and that these creatures were a sign of that.<br />

Irene called, upset that her brother had started wearing women’s clothing. Phyllis calmly explained<br />

that this is what we call cross-dressing. It doesn’t mean Irene’s brother is gay, she said. Plenty of<br />

cross-dressers marry and have children. “Is that what’s bothering you?” she asked.<br />

Irene said no, the trouble is that her brother is taking all her and her mother’s clothes and that they<br />

haven’t got a single bra or pair of panties left.<br />

The solution, Phyllis said, was to put a lock on her bedroom door and offer to take her brother out

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