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Now, those facts are AMAZING! How did you do that? Did you know each other? Were they C-sections? I am truly amazed!

we were pregnant via artificial insemination. we had actually only wanted one kid, but the method we chose (intrauterine insemination) only has a 10-15% chance to work, so we both went for it. the first attempt was a failure, the second attempt worked for both.

they were not C-sections. Friede went into labor first, I followed shortly afterwards. Dorothy (the girl I was pregnant with) was born first, but Alice followed shortly afterwards. but both are OUR daughters, and we exchanged them between the two of us all the time because we wanted them to have a close relationship to both their mothers

Then again, if you're 61 years old and baldly going where many men have gone before, you can always wear a hat. Smile

you are lucky it happens to you at this age. we were both 24 (the age difference between us is 53 days only) when our hair started falling out, even the eyelashes and nostril hairs. we met at a meeting of a self-help group. actually we had two first meetings because at these group meetings it did not make "click". but when we met on business (for which we wore wigs and false eyebrows and eyelashes) it did make "click".

we actually sat together and wrote down the story of our second first meeting once and posted it here. the story is funny and slightly erotic too. for those who are curious here it is:

The story of our second first meeting is funny and worth telling. Jean worked for an international US-based travel agency. They wanted to open a branch in Cologne, and Jean was chosen to organize it because she had taken German in High School. After she had organized the basics (finding a space to rent and employees) she needed some brochures translated. Friede worked as a free-lance translator back then, and Jean chose her from an ad in the local paper (this was 1993; ads were still being placed in newspapers back then). We talked with each other on phone, and it was decided that we meet at a restaurant to discuss the details.

We had immediately liked each others voices on the phone and had the vague feeling we had heard them before (which of course we had at these meetings) but couldn't place them. So we decided to dress up for each other, and we each chose very daring dresses. The meeting took place on Jun 14^th1993, which was the 24^th birthday of Steffi Graf (who we were and still are great fans of). We were both 24 too.

Friede chose a blood red dress with LOTS of cleavage back and front. The cleavage in front went all the way down to the crotch in a V. In the back it ran all the way down to the crack of ass. She didn't wear any underwear. Since the dress was rather loose around the top occasionally her pussy, a nipple or her ass flashed. She also wore 8 inch high heels in the same color as the dress. She wore a black wig which reached halfway down her back and also false eyebrows and eyelashes. She had also put on a lot of bright red lipstick.

Jean wore a skintight semi-transparent poison green dress that had a metallic sheen and also no underwear. The dress looked as if it was painted on; everything contoured beneath - her breasts, nipples. navel and ass, and she had a pronounced camel toe. She wore 8 inch heels in the color of her dress too which made her a giantess because she is 6'0'' without heels already. She had put on a strawberry blonde wig of the same length as Friede's and also false eyebrows and eyelashes. She had put on a lot of bright red lipstick too.

And now we come to the special feature of the dresses: Both were extremely narrow around the legs and ankles; we could only take 6 inch steps in them. Both dresses were incredibly hot. No, hot is not enough; they were sizzling.

We both arrived by taxi. Jean was the first to arrive and hobbled towards the entrance. She was still a few feet away when Friede arrived. She saw a hot woman in green hobbling towards the entrance and hopefully called out: “Excuse me, are you Miss Tolleson”?

Jean stopped, turned around and replied “Yes. You must be Miss Greifswald then”.

“Yes”. Friede hobbled over to her, and we both looked at each other for a long time. And we both thought: “Wow, this is an incredibly hot woman”! And we both developed embarrassing wet spots on our dresses.

Jean finally said: “Let's get in”! We both hobbled in and set down at our table (Jean had booked one for us). A lot of eyes in the restaurant were on us, especially male ones.

We will spare you the details of what we ate though we both remember very well; this day was burned into our brains as if with a branding iron. We will just tell you that we stared at each other all the time. We discussed business before and between courses. And all the time we had the feeling that we had heard the other's voice before but just could not place it.

Jean finally called for the waiter and asked for the check. Friede offered to pay her share but Jean said she could put it on expenses. While Jean scrambled for her purse in her handbag Friede said in German: “I noticed you ate me with your eyes all the time. Are you by any chance a lesbian”? Jean blushed for a moment but said “ja”. Friede continued: “Well, I am too, and we could make out tonight. But first you should know something about me”. With that she removed her wig and her false eyebrows and eyelashes.

Jean stared at her for a moment. Then she started to laugh and removed her wig and false eyebrows and eyelashes as well, and then we both laughed. Of course we now realized where we had heard the other's voice before. The whole restaurant stared in disbelief at these two hot women who suddenly had turned bald, and the waiter's jaw dropped open.

Jean paid, and we left the restaurant arm in arm as fast as we could in our dresses. Our breasts and asses must have wobbled a lot because of the many quick little steps; we must have been quite a sight to behold.

The rest is history; we have been a couple ever since.

One moment that had more of an influence on my artistry and ability to write and then direct on the stage, and film.

In a film class I made a small film that was not a living room piece or anything. It was a conceptual piece, however, I could easily tell you that it was simply, my putting visuals on some music, a couple of pieces of which I happened to put together and created a collage of sorts, that for some reason, and a few visuals that I put on them, made sense and created a "story", that in the end, was not clear if it was a dream or not.

It had a piece of music from an album from Italy (Ultima Spiaggia) and then it wormed its way into Kevin Ayers' Once I Awakened, and then closed it with the continuation of that piece and Mike Oldfield leading the rip!

The ending of it (during some credits) were from "American Prayer" with Jim's bit about the dream being over.

I got an A for the whole thing, and the professor even stated in front of the class, what a magnificent conceptual piece it was, and brilliantly filmed. I got seriously sick during finals but was able to bring what I had to the end party, and I showed it with the music on a cassette, which made the timing not perfect, but the visuals helped relate to the music. Everyone else had done their living room this and that and small time nothing to show for their work. No one else even used "music" as the main part of it all ... one guy did have some incidental music that I did not think matched or fit. more like a favorite is my guess.

Believe it or not, I had no idea what I wanted until I happened to hear the Kevin Ayers' album Dr. Dream, which gave me the main "story" board for the little film, and then the opening was accentuated with the visuals I created to illustrate the Ultima Spiaggia piece.

Kevin was gracious enough to allow me to use the music. Ultima Spiaggia at the time, seems to have been a non-existent persona and never replied, and the ending piece was declined by Ray Manzarek. I shelved the project and never looked back, and to this day, I have its greatest moment in my heart ... it was while cutting it and trying to mix/match the film to the music and I found the spot for the music start and when the visual matched the music I was high for 3 days. It was far out, and I knew that the illustration of the music was right, and the use of the music was even better, specially Kevin's which made possible the "concept" and visual nature of the film.

I have never tried to renew/redo the whole thing. Film, like writing, and any art, is not about the past, and while I might someday use Kevin's piece again, I doubt that it will come off perfect ... on the day I filmed that it was slightly windy, and the trees moved, and I brought the girl out of those tree shadows and it created a Victorian, if not Gothic momentary feeling which had not been intended but the lyric in the song says something about the wind, which automatically matched the visuals and made it seem like a dream that was or wasn't.

Today, I'm not sure I would shoot the same way or the same thing, and that another actress would stand out as beautifully as Joy H. on that day did.

I miss filming, and my greatest sadness is that I was so much in debt for school and was already working 40 hours weekly to pay for it, and it took me 20 years to pay for it all with no help anywhere. I write a lot about film and theater (could not do film that early -- not enough English!), and it is all the foundation of my "visualization" and "visuals" that come from dreams and all the arts for me.

That, is the only secret I have. All else is not important!

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