ment or means of support. I would ask our omnipotent society, what do you propose now?

1 am tempted to repeat the indictment made by Jesus, "Ye generation of vipers,"poor, blind, hypocritical, fumbling generation of vipers.

STICKS AND STONES Dear Sirs:

Mr. B.

Jonesboro, Arkansas

I think it is shocking that you should promote a book like The Sixth Man. The book is the most vicious of its kind, because it was written as a factual report and yet it is nothing but exaggerated description of the common stereotypes of the homosexual.

His accounts of bars, Fire Island, etc. are completely untrue and calculated to confirm the average person's belief that homosexuals are ridiculous clowns with nothing on their minds but sex.

It seems to me that your book service, while offering pros and cons and various attitudes, is not the place for books that are dangerous and destructive to the entire situation and cause much harm. Jess Stearn has cleaned up at our expense.

EDITOR'S NOTE:

Mr. K.

New York, N. Y.

May we suggest that Mr. K read our review of The Sixth Man (One, July, 1962) before forming any conclusions.

Sirs:

Having read recently of your organization and its work in the very fine books, Mailer's Advertisements for Myself and Mercer's, They Walk in Shadow, i was interested that there existed such brash and very heroic people. While I think that the cause you people support is futile, if for no other reason than poor public relations, I could not help but admire your courage.

On poor public relations, you should be militant about your cause, for it is just. I did not until recently know you existed. For all anyone in my town knows your Mag. azine and organization are defunct. I had to find out from Norman Mailer that such a society had ever existed.

In this lovely little democracy of ours, exactly how many times have you been censured by "patriotic" American organizations?

Gentlemen:

Mr. C.

El Paso, Texas

I have had occasion to read the Magazine on and off for the past year with mixed feelings. There are times when the language of the contents gets quite pretentious, with a pretentious pseudonym at the end.

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I am not a prudish person to be offended by the least vulgarity but if you are trying to be respected by the outside world then for goodness sake don't print things like Doyle (is that his real name?) Eugene Livingston's "Love Is the Night." This seems. to be the work of a rank amateur and a sick mind to boot. He has a lot to learn and you as editors do too.

One more beef. We wish to be accepted as regular human beings by the hetero worldthey have enough weird notions about us already. Cannot the art work be more down to earth? I realize you probably don't have much professional help but if we are to have a representation of us available to the public at large, then make it as civil as possible. ONE doesn't have to be arty to be intelligent.

Dear Don Slater:

Mr. R.

New York, N. Y.

The issue (March, 1962) might be discouraging to some readers, beginning with Cory's realistic look at the disturbed ones and ending with my letter, "Dear Young Cousin." It was a wise decision to pitch my small effort at realism into the same issue with Cory being rational at length. Both pieces are inoffensively phrased.

What may disturb some of Cory's readers is the lack of data concerning who among the disturbed could change from homosexuality to ?, even if they wanted to. It's quite unconvincing to point to exceptional cases who changed, for Kinsey informed us that bisexuality of various sorts is much more common than homosexuality.

Dear ONE:

Edward Denison Texas

Provoked, i.e. brought to life, as usual by our horribly distilled little Magazine, just thirty stingy pages ending with those stylized brisk-young-businessman Letters. They are so patterned-like slim lapels and skinny pant-legs.

Spare us those so-dreary goodykins with good-intentions such as Donald Webster Cory with his blather about Society, Disturbed, Enjoyment of Guilt and all the rest of his Apology-for-being-cured. Society is, like God, anything you want to call it, undefined but useful.

Hooray for Alison Hunter's Editorial (March, 1962)—she says the whole thing with a mere gesture.

Dear ONE:

Mr. H. Brooklyn, New York

That speech of Cory's (March, 1962) was a masterpiece of disorganization, scientific naivete, lack of logic, combined with poor

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