cannot express our happiness. We were in a dream world. We walked down the street with our arms around each other. We shopped for her dresses together (she stayed in drag 75% of the time. No one knew she was a queen. But one day we made it publicly known because we heard a heterosexual downing one of our friends. The town was shocked. Especially my mother. But my love was grand. She taught me everything she knew about homosexuality. The next thing I knew I walked, talked and acted like a homosexual. The only thing I never did was give my body to any man homosexual or heterosexual.

To make the letter short I'll come to the last days. She loved to dance. The doctor told her she had to stop because of her heart. She didn't and in May she had a heart attack and died in the hospital. Three weeks ago I moved from the East Coast and came to California to live. I often get stopped by cops on the street. They always ask if I am gay. I find I come out better if I say yes, all my life. When I walk down the street people laugh, etc. But I laugh back. I honestly pity them. I feel they are missing something wonderful in life. Did you know that a good homosexual never says I love you from my heart? We know that the heart has nothing to do with love; we know that love is in the mind, not in the body.

Most heterosexuals live and love for sex and when its no longer good they find another mate, always for sex. The only company I enjoy is being with a group of good clean homosexuals and I keep praying that people will learn to accept us and our way of life as we accept them.

Will you send me a personal answer or one in the magazine?

Yours truly, G. J.

Dear G. J.:

Thank you for your detailed letter. Although it is much different, there is a similarity in mood with the letter of J. J. K. so that I think they belong together in this column. Their happy accepting attitude toward homosexuality is quite in contrast with most of the letters I receive, especially with the depressed letters of J. H. D. Jr., which were published last month. However, to be accurate in a psychiatric way, I must honestly say that the two letters published this month are euphoric or as exaggerated in a slap-happy way as were the depressed letters of J. H. D. Jr., unhappy in their mood. In other words, I do not recommend the two letters published this month as models of accurate or positive thinking any more than I do the two published last month. Homosexuality is not to be considered a blessing any more than it is to be considered a curse per se. In this column we try to find out the truth about homosexuality. I do not consider it a disease any more than I do red hair, yet both conditions can cause many to feel handicapped as either can be turned into an asset if it is accepted and woven into the total pattern of the personality on a useful basis. I'm pleased that you find the column interesting.

Your observation about Dr. Evelyn Hooker's comment in the August issue of ONE "and 'God forbid' that any boy should grow up to be a homosexual" seems to be appropriate from one viewpoint but all of us must consider the audience to whom she was speaking, a hard-boiled group of Venereal Disease workers. Earlier in the same article the author stated: "It was apparent that her vital message did not penetrate the armor of preconceived opinion of Social Welfare attitude and training in which the audience, composed mostly of Social Workers, Probation Officers.

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