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The editors debated long over this provocatively subjective article until they realized just how long a debate it had provoked. Then they decided unanimously to include it. It is exactly this type of strong, personal opinion which ONE means to present to its readers as regularly as possible. You will be extremely stimulated by "As For Me. whether in agreement or dissent. Perhaps you'll even write an answering opinion of your own. ONE, of course, welcomes such manuscripts.

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Have you ever sat on a fence? I have and it's deucedly uncomfortable.

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Such is the position of the bisexual. At war, not only with society, he is also at war with himself. He is forever undecided as to which side of the fence he should fall on. Moreover, the bisexual is a very lonely person. He is a man without a country, so to speak. The heterosexual considers him little more than a two-headed freak, and the homosexual considers him something of a traitor in the camp, not quite to be trusted. Exceptions granted, of course. Actually we are neither. We are just confused pieces of humanity trying to make up our minds!

In my own case, my personality was split neatly in two from the very beginning. Remembering the toys I used to play with as a child there were the dolls, the little toy house furniture, the doll buggies, etc.. Then there were the balls,

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the bats, the marbles. Half the time I was absorbed in playing house with the little girls; the other half I was screaming around in the trees playing Tarzan with the boys.

In my friendships I was also equally attracted to both sexes. Then as the years wore on, I found I liked not only the boys and girls who acted masculine and feminine the way they were "supposed" to act, but I also liked to see these characteristics switched the feminine in the male and the masculine in the female. By this time I was completely confused. I wondered what kind of a being I was to be attracted to everything in sight!

The years have taught me my answer. I am a bisexual. And the years have taught me an even more important answer. That I cannot stay a bisexual if I am to find any measure of happiness at all. No man two masters. No one can expect to receive full measure of love from another individual unless he is prepared to give full measure himself. And fence sitters are incapable of giving full measure.

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This doesn't mean, however, that one's choice need be irrevocable. All bisexuals, as a matter of course, have grown eyes in the backs of their heads to enable them to see both ways. So even if you have made your choice, you won't be blind.

But when one tries to play both sides at once, one usually ends up losing on

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