fear? Laws then are not the most important things in the world. But people are. Laws have never given anyone the kind of deep and abiding satisfaction one gains from shaking hands with one's own soul.

Now, Think Pretty of that Cop!

Come down out of that ivory-tower, M.F.! We know who you are! Come down and put some flesh and blood on to those mathematical formulas of yours. You can't buy change. If you want to change the world, learn to do it in the best way mankind has ever effected yet. Learn to put your lofty ideals into practice through a willingness to endure long and drudgerous work. Come on down and

put your two cents in with the rest of us who are already working at this business of organizing homosexuals, trying to trust those we have disapproved of heretofore, hoping when despair has got us by the throat and won't let go, learning not to hate when the dazed and confused shout dirty swine at us, working for the day when homosexuals will stop hating themselves, their fellows, that abstract entity we call the general public. Hate has twisted some of us into ugly, misshapen Quasimodos, and only when we come to accept ourselves and everybody else for what we are, forgiving our faults. and imperfections-even loving them-will we ever gain our poise, our confidence, our true freedom. Damon Pythias

The Editors believe this little testament to be one of the most important to reach them. Its hypothesis is staggering and will send many or most of us screaming back under the bed. Actually it's a very sound idea and as challenging as any to appear in this magazine. It is presented to you with sincere pride.

It Can Be Done

In many a smoke-filled living room some statement such as this is made: "When people here understand the way they do in Europe, we'll be so much happier." While I realize as well as ,any one that there exists a general lack of understanding of deviants, their ways and problems, this need not always be the case. The following picture of my own situation may be agreeable to some.

Some fifteen years ago, I made my first social contacts in a small New England town, not far from New Haven. Through friends who had moved there, I came to know more and more people, and eventually bought a home in the town and took my place as one of the "newcomers." Coming to town with a

wife perhaps helped me find my way in civic affairs; my willingness soon loaded my time with various civic tasks. The fact that my marriage didn't work will surprise few of the readers of these columns; it is, however, beside the point as far as discussion of this particular subject goes. Suffice it to say that after our marriage broke up I became no less popular, but somewhat more of a social problem. (The settled, single man in a New England town is rather a curiosity.) My friends alternately queried me as to why the marriage fell apart, and tried to find new mates. Among the most persistent were a college classmate and his wife. After repeated attempts on their parts to marry me off,

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