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I say and may consider me an old joy-killer. If you don't agree with me, so be it! I do not try to tell people what is right and wrong for them. Above all I do not want anyone to change his ideas and ways of doing things just because I say so. However, I do like to suggest that people try to take a more balanced viewpoint-and just plain common sense -what ever that is-should show you that there is not as much difference between the love of heteros homos as you have indicated. In all my years of marriage-counseling I have not found that "all heteros marry just for sex." As a matter of fact, I find that more homo-marriages are based on sex for I am so frequently urging homos to become friends first if they want their close relationship to last-and the same goes for heterosexuals. As Dr. Paul Popenoe of the Marriage Institute in Los Angeles has said, "Sex as a one-string fiddle makes poor music." I do hope that some of you homosexuals who know this to be the truth-who have lived together for twelve to twenty-five years or longer would write letters to this column so I could get some data on this subject for it is the common belief that homo relationships are ephemeral and do not last. But I do not agree that a person has a good clean character just because he is homo any more than if he were a hetero. It is an individual matter.

Dear Dr. Baker:

Sincerely, Dr. Blanche

I may sound like a complete nut to you but I have to tell someone.

I am convinced that being a homosexual is not a handicap, sickness or anything else, but is instead a very definite blessing. Let me explain.

Up until January of this year I

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was completely normal, as it were, or so I thought. I was the leader of a rough and tumble group of young men, participating in sports, hot rod races, and general corner drug store

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Yet all this time I seemed incomplete, unfinished — something from my life was missing. I began losing interest in the corner gang, and instead began searching, searching for something. I would get up each day with the prayer that I might find my missing part.

On January 18th it happened. It was Sunday and late at night. A friend of mine had invited me to go for a ride with him in his car. We drove to a desolate, sandy beach; there was a bright moon. He slid over next to me and put his arms around me. Then we began talking about sex and he began asking me about my sexlife. There was little to tell. I felt I knew him a hundred years. I admit I was shocked when I felt him fondle me; but I loved it, and asked him to go farther. The next half hour opened my eyes to a new world. At long last I had found what I was looking for.

Now I walk with a smile on my face a gleam in my eye, and a song in my heart. I've found my place in the world and I love it. I have been blessed. So tell your readers not to be afraid; more wholesome group of wonderul people ever lived. Yours truly, J. J. K.

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Dear J. J. K.:

Your letter containing your story about discovering the joys of "coming out" is very interesting, chiefly because you were so late in discovering your latent homosexuality. You do not give your age, but it is apparent that you have passed beyond your early adolescence in which you found