ality. Being homosexual also is, i some ways, of more importance than being a Negro, Jew, or Catholic, for members of the latter groups often willingly sever themselves completely from any contact with their group. A homosexual cannot so easily do the same. The need is too great, too basic. And it is not for nothing that from the earliest treatises onto today, scientists have remarked about the curious (to them) fact of discovering that practically all homosexuals would not

change even if there were an easy "cure."

But this great common bond, homosexuality, should not blind us to the fact that it is all we have in common.

A minority we may be, but if we are, we are certainly a unique and limited one. And certainly one of the limitations we must face is that we can never have political power, never have such a thing as "The Homosexual Vote."

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Much Have I Traveled

Much have I traveled in the realms of flesh, Conveyed by arms of many boys and men; Through beds and beds of bodies I have been, Till I and passion were no longer fresh; I'd then curse weakness in myself and long To have the strength to settle on one boy, To have his body for my only toy, Focus of all my passions. I was wrong:

Forced constancy grows out of weakness, too: Selfishness fed by fear; your love for me Grows in proportion to my strength; to woo Its growth, I must grow stronger constantly:

I must both practice and allow to you A love-enlarging promiscuity.