searchers who don't need the money certainly wouldn't reveal the findings of years of study in a giddy little pamphlet. But it certainly can be a means of vigorous and continuous protest. Let the "objective" little people of science sit in airless cliques and call the magazine "too belligerant!" They will not be paying the printer nor bailing homosexuals out of jail nor standing up to object to seething, rotting, outrageous injustice. As they ask us to please lower our voices like ladies and gentlemen, the roar that drowns them out is not the bad manners of the deviants but the triumphant cries of corrupt officials and psychotic lynchers. The homosexual has no civil rights. This is an indisputable fact. You can murmur it, dissolve it in a test-tube, say it in French, put it to soft music and the fact remains that law and order is daily trespassed in their treatment. Even they themselves don't know the extent of their very real persecution. It must be documentd and such a bright little leaflet as ONE is precisely the means for that documentation. It needn't be a queer little monthly with secret jokes for the Few and exotic drawings that reveal sex organs when held at an angle. It needn't be just another medical journal with gutless words of twelve syllables. It mustn't be a pulp mag for perverts. ONE, or something like it, has a single destiny if it is to do good: it has to be the mouthpiece of the victims of injustice. It must speak with fury and relentlessly. The louder the better. It must make enemies with its facts and allies with its courage. It must bring to a head the Great Secret Wrong. It must lead with truth or follow prejudice. There's no choice.

6

HOMOSEXUALS AREN'T WORTH IT

And how, can this magazine document these facts? The only way to amass such data is through your readers. They-not brilliant editors-are the only means of bringing facts to light. Statistics, God, how homosexuals need statistics! And they're not interested. It would be too much of a bother. After all, life is terribly grim, so the only thing for this gay one to do is laugh like mad, have as much sex as possible, paint the bedroom ceiling in black and pink checks and fall in love regularly on the first and fifteenth. Because he is set aside-and sets himself aside-on a purely sexual basis, he thinks almost exclusively of copulation. He places all other men in two categories: those he'd like to ravish (or be ravished by) and the rest of the population he'd rather die than shake hands with. Sex as sex is impersonal; the average homo sees little personality in those around him unless he's in love. He feels little for people and much for persons. He's scared stiff of being included with the vulgar masses yet he's permanently peeved at being ostracized by those masses. It's not at all clever to do anything in groupsexcept drink and the other. He's seldom a joiner and he looks on the jailings

one

page 6