little church around the corner and say: "How do you do, sir. I am a representative of an organization fighting for the rights of homosexuals". Take it from me: see if you don't quake with fright. (The editors don't for a very good reason.) The Hacking of a Million Typewriters!

TRUISM NO. 3: To get those legions you talk about marching, we will need a dogma and a faith which will be strong enough to command the individual sacrifice of six million. In simpler terms, this means sleepness nights, free-time spent hacking out reports on typewriters, endless perseverance combatting the indifference, the fear, and the hatred of the unbelieving, tired feet, and a thick-skulled counter-indifference to the counsels of defeat and despair. Now you, M. F., know as well as I that you can't get two homosexuals to agree 100% on the nature of their deviation, the remedies for the difficulties, or the future for our kind of person. Which brings up an interesting question: could one ever make a religion out of homosexuality?

Queers Just Ain't Sensitive

TRUISM NO. 4: Before this doughy mass of six million will rise to the level of work, or even passive, safe contribution, we shall need the sharp, stinging yeast of a Universal Wrong. Before the money starts rolling in-even at as low a rate as 50c per head-there must be an individual motivation all the way down the line. Each one of that six million has got to feel the sting of considering him-or herself a member of a despised, rejected minority. He must hate this stigmata, hate his fear of exposure, boil when he reads of a legal injustice, weep at the misery of the unfortunates in the fruit tank, be outraged at the sadism and hysteria of the Opposition. Now walk down Main Street, talk again with your gay friends, and seek hard for this depth of moral sensitivity, this superb compassion for the under-dog, these heights of saintly persuasion. No, they will tell you.

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It isn't that bad. After all, there is always the license of Stockholm or Copenhagen. Maybe some day, we'll be able to save up enough to go to Gay Paree, the Vatican for American homosexuals. Love the Nasty Creatures!

If homosexuals were automatons, M.F., your scheme would work, but I must remind you (and myself as well) that homosexuals are people. They are not part of a mathematical formula. They must not be considered as mere cogs in a wheel or privates in a crusading army. We must love them-and ourselves-more than that. They, and we, are peoplelimited, careless, busy, beautiful, ugly, profound, silly, imperfect, weak, strong, insipid, sentimental, and lazy. It would be wonderful if six million of us all agreed to be unselfish enough to shoulder each others burdens and responsibilities. Take it from me! Few homosexuals will do this, but the biggest problem is that those who do, possess the humility great enough to forgive those who don't.

I am a "professional homosexual." I have been working in the Mattachine Society for ten months. I have helped to organize a few homosexuals into discussion groups and chapters. Take it from me! It ain't easy.

Everybody's So Stupid!

They argue. They fight amongst themselves. They will refuse to come to meetings because "that one" will be there. They hate you because you have an opinion, seldom taking the time or effort to enlighten you where you are wrong. They come to meetings looking for some religionistic pap to swallow which will provide them with all the answers, instead of seeing it as an opportunity to find their own way, their own truth, their own responsibility. They will threaten to drop membership if their weird little schemes are not carried out immediately to their design. Then there are the new ones who come like little sheep, look at you as if you were a two-

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