homosexual to exist or even to flourish. I do dispute, however, nearly every word you have written. How do you reconcile the excessive genito-urinary complications which are a direct result of the mechanical incompatibility of sodomy? The insidious and far-reaching effects would petrify you if you were to show genuine interest and consult with a good G.U. man. Forget about moralists and psychiatrists. See your urologist.

Dear sir:

Mr. L.

NEW YORK, N. Y.

You have a tremendous educational job ahead of you and you are doing a tremendous job of it now-my sincere respect for your courage. As an example of the educational job. you are tackling, I would cite a passage from The Portable D. H. Lawrence in which Miss Trilling reveals, in the midst of an analytical presentation of Lawrence's personality and views, full of subtlety and psychological insights, the following paragraph, "Lawrence was not a homosexual, nor was he simply seeking a license for homosexuality for his male characters."

Lawrence was not seeking a license for homosexuality for his male characters, nor was he seeking a license for heterosexuality for them either. No, Lawrence was telling us about humans beings and about his own views, in the best way he could.

Well, this is the kind of thing I come across frequently, this kind of intellectual and mental warp. The best thing is to hammer at this kind of frightened ignorance with publications like yours. One of the most effective approaches is the one taken by Hollister Barnes, "I Am Glad I Am a Homosexual."

Dear ONE:

Mr. H.

BROOKLYN, N. Y.

About "Hauviette," (October, 1958)-not being of Catholic faith, it is not for me to judge whether Jeanne d'Arc was a saint or a satan. But the impudence of publishing such a painful excuse for a story (substitute May Lark for Jeanne d'Arc; see how it comes out then) is in depressingly bad taste. To write thus of one so highly esteemed in the eyes of millions is disrespectful and cruel. I shudder in imagining how the writer might involve the Protagonist of the Christmas story!

Dan Martin's "Leopard on a Spot," is charming and so is Eve Elloree's illustration. A toot of the horn and a revv of the motor for Miss R., of Los Angeles for her delightful reply to the "I'm Glad I'm Homo" thing.

Miss Diana Sterling PHOENIX, ARIZONA

Gentlemen:

You have been asking in ONE Confidential for ideas on how to raise money. I am not rich and have no rich friends, but there are undoubtedly those who can afford to contribute large sums to the cause of ONE. I have seen estimates as to the number of homosexuals in this country ranging from five to fifteen million. There must be a giant potential membership for ONE here if only they knew of the existence of the Corporation, and of the Magazine. ONE had been in existence for several years before I learned of it. So make your existence known in large print, where these millions can see it. Advertise!

I envy those who can attend your classes in Los Angeles. I like the idea of your conducting courses in other cities. Come to Chicago. The past several issues of the magazine have been very interesting: the interview series, by Chuck Taylor; "Gay Beach," by Frank Golovitz; "The Brothers" by Gordon Hamilton; "Words That Hurt by Matt Kent. And, of course, dal mcintire's. "tangents is always good reading. Mr. K.

Gentlemen:

CHICAGO, ILLINOIS

How about an article on something I've often wondered about? Like many male homosexuals, I enjoy physique photos. However, of late I have been getting a sort of mixed emotion over them, due to what seem to me some disturbing trends.

First of all, the matter of violence. Lately in these magazines there seems to be an increasing emphasis on motorcycle boots, leather jackets, fight scenes, etc. Most people think of these as symbolic of the predatory, rootless, near-psychopathic personality, best expressed in the film, "The Wild One." I find the virile, masculine type extremely attractive, but not to the point where I would idolize the kind of a person who would beat me just for kicks.

In the matter of tattoos, I think it is interesting (and alarming) to note that most of them shown in the physique photos are of bleeding daggers, gaping skulls, hissing snakes. This keeps crossing my mind, what of the boys who model for these photos? I imagine many of them are slum kids, and will do almost anything for money; that in a way makes it even worse.

Are they drifters; are they thugs; are they hustlers; do they know the score; don't they? I like the photos, but I don't like wondering if someone's being hurt. Does somebody know the answers?

Mr. A.

CHICAGO, ILLINOIS

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