Letters

but I should get just as much from life. Life is worth living alone, or with a hundred.

I would like to see a little more sophistication in ONE, a few more photographs and some biographies at length of famous homosexuals. A biography on Tschaikowsky, Wilde or Gide could run on for three or four months. They should be as detailed as possible.

Mr. H.

VICTORIA, AUSTRALIA

UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES DO THE EDITORS FORWARD LETTERS FROM READERS TO OTHER PERSONS NOR DO THEY ANSWER CORRESPONDENCE MAKING SUCH REQUESTS.

Dear Sirs:

I find your letters to the EDITOR page perhaps the most interesting thing about ONE, hearing about the other fellow's point of view and interest, which must be a help to a sincere, understanding person who knows where he stands, and is prepared to adjust himself or herself.

The letter from Mr. P. of Colombo, Ceylon, (July, 1959) was of special interest as I have passed through there four times and agree that the Ceylonese are very pretty folks indeed. I was surprised to learn of the number of homosexuals among them. As may stay was short and perhaps from the difference in color I was not able to meet any, nor did I hear of any.

In New Guinea and Papua the incidence I doubt is very high, although it does exist among sections of the native community, and it has always been a part of the native 'sing sings." While it may be practiced in the early years, it dies out after marriage to a greater extent, or is at least not practiced.

Dear Sirs:

Mr. R.

TRADINGPOST, NEW GUINEA

Most homosexuals take themselves far too seriously. Surely it is a negative approach to be constantly searching for a lover. The prime importance in life is to enjoy living. There are so many wonderful things to do it amazes me how dull people get. I am twentyfive, love swimming, car racing, tennis, the opera, theater and concerts, love being homosexual, and an Australian.

I have a boy of eighteen whom I love very much. He's so young he can hardly join in the conversation at all. However, if he were to leave I should be terribly upset, naturally,

Dear ONE:

I have been out of high school since way back in '51 (seems so long) and I have known about myself since in the seventh grade. I read quite by accident the definition of the word homosexual in a book on sex for young people. Since that time I've read all I could get my hands on about the subject. By the time I finished high school I had a pretty fair picture of the situation.

It was a butch lesbian who introduced me to her brother who was also gay. There my real education started, and life itself is much more real than you can find in books, so by now I have been around quite a bit.

I have a male cousin here who will be a senior in high school next year and a female cousin in Wichita High. I am also acquainted with other high school students and they all agree that Thursday is "All Queen's Day" and that no one who is "hep" will wear green on that day as it is a sure sign that. you're queer.

No one seems to have any idea as to what started this notion. I wonder if any of you might know anything about it. It really bugs me that the notion seems to be so universal and so strong. I'd better quit now it'll take a ten-man crew at least a week to decipher this hen scratchin' Mr. Y. SMALLTOWN, KANSAS

Dear Editor:

As a precocious boy of fourteen I was taken in hand by an extreme lesbian of twenty-seven, who as the uninhibited widow who owned her own home and had the means to indulge her fancies, had happened across me in a public park and never had an idea of how fertile the ground would be that she sought to turn into a Garden of Love of a kind. Never was putty more responsive in the hands of a skilled sculptor, and never was there a sculptor more eager to experiment with the eager clay she had selected.

From the day she invited me to her very substantial home as the ardent and physically tireless boy of fourteen I saw nothing wrong or questionable in her conduct and

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