Yes, I, a physically powerful, economically successful, highly accepted socially, man, am jealous of you. Jealous, even though I know that much of your life you must live a lie, that a love you feel so deeply you'd like to shout it from the housetops must be masked behind e girl-togirl sociability, even though I know you have suffer.ed humiliation when you were found out, and that you also have suffered painful losses as your fickle friends found others.

Why?

Because of your many good qualities. Because of your courage to be what you are when family and church and economic pressures say, "Don't be different. Put on your prison uniform of conventionality and we will reward you by letting you go through life in lockstep with us."

And because of your depth of human understanding, so much greater than any we might dare adopt or for which we might mine deeply in our souls in the hopes of even coming close. If we had the understanding, the empathy you do, how happy would be our wives and how wonderful would be our home lives. But the ground rules for conventional living don't seem to call for it. The "need" for business advantages doesn't allow it. And many of us never realize the constriction of these self-imposed, ridiculous-ontheir-face limitations.

Too, as a man, I must accept my lot, my face, my body, my clothes, my mannerisms and I can do but little to make myself more attractive to my mate. But lucky you, in your bivalent role, can don exciting attire, caress-inviting satins, eye-enthralling nylons, beautifying cosmetics, provocative perfumes. You can visually impart to yourself the loveliness that lies within.

But this is the fate that is your good fortune. Feel that you are some one extra special, someone exceptionally fortunate, someone who has been given a gift denied to many.

Don't be afraid.

I suspect that there are many of us who dare not be anything more interesting than normal who admire and envy

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