and, when not in business suit, is always attired in jeans, sneakers, and a ski jacket. Some go to extremes to appear "butch": Displaying tatoos, wearing motorcycle boots and affecting overly boisterous mannerisms. "They should talk about us queens camping it up," one nonbutch type exclaimed. "They try so damn hard to be manly that they are ridiculous and fool no one. "If there's one thing I can't stand it's a queen who butches it to the hilt," added his friend. The more masculinely oriented homosexual is quick to retort that if the homosexual way of life is to have any meaning at all for him it is in an appreciation of things masculine.

In my self-appointed look at some of New York's "other" homosexuals, I managed to interview about twenty men. Many of their attitudes and actions overlapped one another and so instead of presenting some sort of poll analysis I have picked four cases whose opinions are most interesting and fairly typical of the entire group.

My first interview involved an Argentine who recently moved to this country. Jose speaks excellent English and is making a rapid adjustment to North American life. He left home at the age of twenty, attracted by what he had heard of New York's "liberal" way of life, and more particularly its supposedly less rigid attitude toward homosexuality. In reality he found Gotham's gav life to be much less glamorous and much more inhibited than he had anticipated. In evidence was an interesting disparity. Displays of affection between males were quite common in South America—no one pays any attention to two men kissing and hugging in public but such activities as gay parties and bars and homosexuals dressing up as women were unheard of south of

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the border. These things would not be allowed just as surely as open exhibitions of affection between men are taboo in this country. Jose criticizes what he considers to be our childish attitude toward sex. "Here, one has sex and that's the end of it. Goodbye. In general you are much more concerned with sex than we Latins are. In South America it is much more a part of a larger relationship . . . the spice in the cake, not the cake itself." He makes the same criticisms of New York gay life, with its prevalent custom of "one-night stands" and coquettishness. Despite this he is glad to be away from Argentina and a strict Catholic upbringing and has found "Eugene's" and its masculine clientele to be a satisfying outlet for his tendencies. "I utterly despise effeminate men. I'd rather go to bed with a woman." To this he adds that he is not ready to do the latter, convinced that homosexuality "will be with me for some time to come."

Our second homosexual, Charles, was raised in South Carolina and now is working for an advertising agency in New York. The middle child of three offspring, he developed early into an extremely effeminate youngster with the aid of two dotty old maid aunts. His older brother was spared their influence largely due to his bachelor uncle's preference for the eldest nephew. Lacking athletic prowess and handicapped by social shyness, Charles was miserably unhappy in school. He was the class sissy the object of many boyish prank. To makes matters worse, his brother was a basketball hero, a boys' boy and the girls' little darling. Father did little to help. "He'll grow out of it" was his usual defense. His customary silence was interpreted by Charles to mean shame over his unmanliness. One of the most memorable

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