Everything You Wanted to Know About Sex (But Were Afraid to Ask)
Chapter Eight
MALE HOMOSEXUALITY
What is male homosexuality?
Male homosexuality is a condition in which men have a driving emotional and sexual interest in other men. Because of the anatomical and physiological limitations involved, there are some formidable obstacles to overcome. Most homosexuals look upon this as a challenge and approach it with ingenuity and boundless energy. In the process they often transform themselves into part-time women. They don women’s clothes, wear makeup, adopt feminine mannerisms, and occasionally even try to rearrange their bodies along feminine lines.
Do all homosexuals act this way?
Not all of them. There is a wide range of variation in homosexual behavior; however, most homosexuals at one time or another in their lives act out some aspect of the feminine role.
Aren’t some people just naturally that away?
Being naturally that way is one of many explanations homosexuals grope for in an attempt to understand their problem. Back in the nineteenth century some homosexuals described themselves as “urnings.” An urning was supposed to be a man who had a woman living inside him, presumably trying to get out. Apparently not even the self-styled urnings were happy with this concept and the whole idea simply faded away.
Couldn’t homosexuality simply be a hormone problem?
Hormone imbalance is another explanation homosexuals reach for. Unfortunately it doesn’t hold water.
The basic idea steams from the fact that men and women have the sex hormones of both sexes circulating in their bloodstreams simultaneously. According to the hormone theory, if the female hormone dominates in the male, effeminate characteristics and homosexuality emerge. When tested experimentally the idea falls apart.
First, it doesn’t explain masculine homosexuals. A certain number of men who appear muscular, athletic, and manly in every respect are actually enthusiastic homosexuals. Some of these over-muscled young men whose pictures adorn the physical culture magazines are only interested in the endowments of other young men. Obviously they have enough male sex hormones.
Second, injection of massive amounts of male sex hormones should counteract homosexual impulses. It doesn’t. As a matter of fact, quite the opposite. Active homosexuals who are given large doses of male sex hormones become even more active as homosexuals.
Why should that happen?
Further research demonstrated that the male sex hormone, testosterone, is responsible for sexual drive in both sexes. Testosterone given to women causes a surge of sexual desire. The ladies also sprout whiskers, become baritones, and undergo other changes which interfere with the enjoyment of their new interest in sex. The same effect appears in men. Predictably with this hormone homosexuals develop more interest in sex, but only their kind of sex.
Is that all they discovered?
No. Medical researchers are a thorough group and rarely let go of a problem until they squeeze the last scrap of information from it. They turned the picture around and injected high doses of female sex hormone, estrogen, into men; first, heterosexual men, and then, homosexuals.
What happened to heterosexual men sexually?
Nothing. Actually less than nothing. All of them promptly became incapable of any sexual activity whatsoever. No erection, no ejaculation, no orgasm, no desire. Not one of these men was ever known to solicit in bars trying to pick up male partners. The only observable effect of the female hormones was seen in a few members of the test group. They developed gynecomastia--enlargement of the breasts--and they lost their body hair. They were upset.
What about the homosexual men?
Exactly the same. They lost all interest in sex too. Their sexual organs refused to function. They even stopped looking for male partners. A few of them developed enlarged breasts and loss of body hair--they were delighted.
Couldn’t homosexuals just be born that way?
A lot of homosexuals would like to think so. They prefer to consider their problem the equivalent of a club foot or birthmark; just something to struggle through life with.
This explanation is a little tragic. It implies that all homosexuals are condemned without appeal to a life some of them say they enjoy so much. Actually for those who want to change there is a change.
How?
If a homosexual who wants to renounce homosexuality finds a psychiatrist who knows how to cure homosexuality, he has ever chance of becoming a happy, well-adjusted, heterosexual.
What do homosexuals really do with each other?
An almost unbelievable variety of ingenious things. Since their equipment is a bit limited, they need a lot more imagination in their sex than the average heterosexual couple.
The usual homosexual experience is mutual masturbation. It is fast, easy, and requires a minimal amount of equipment. The chaps simply undress, get into bed, and manipulate each others’ penises to the point of orgasm. Three to five minutes should be enough for the entire operation.
Don’t homosexuals do other things too?
Certainly. The next most common variety of homosexual behavior is oral intercourse. This is also known as fellatio, which means the same thing except in another language. In this variation, one man sucks the penis of the other. Sometimes they reverse roles, sometimes not.
Generally the circumstances are far from romantic. According to one homosexual, it goes something like this:
“Whenever I feel like sex, I drive down to the bowling alley. I walk into the men’s room, find an empty cubicle, go in, take down my pants, and sit on the toilet. Then I wait. It never takes long.
“Pretty soon another guy sits down in the next cubicle. I watch his feet. If he’s a gay guy, he’ll slide his foot over and kind of nudge mine. That means he’s ‘cruising.’ If I’m interested, I nudge back. Then we get started.
“I always use a piece of toilet paper to write some kind of note--usually I just say ‘Do you suck?’ Sometimes if I have plenty of time I add something else like, ‘How big are you?’ I throw the paper on the floor, he picks it up, comes over into my cubicle, and sucks my penis. That’s how it ends--sometimes I suck his penis but usually I just go home.” No feeling, no sentiment, no nothing.
Are all homosexual contacts impersonal as that?
No. Most are much more impersonal. The majority of gay guys, when they cruise, dispense with the courtship. They don’t even have time for footsie or love notes on toilet paper. Homosexuality seems to have a compelling urgency about it. A homosexual walks into the men’s washroom and spots another homosexual. One drops to his knees, the other unzips his pants, and a few moments later, it’s all over. No names, no faces, no emotions. A masturbation machine might do it better.
Surely there must be more to homosexuality?
There are dozens of variations but they all have this in common: the primary interest is the penis, not the person. A homosexual may have as many as five sexual experiences in one evening--all with different partners. He rarely knows their names--he is unlikely to see any of them again. Besides, few homosexuals use their real names. They generally go by aliases, names with a sexual connotation. Harry, Dick, Peter, are the most favored.
Some gay guys write their telephone numbers on walls--in telephone booths, men’s toilets, railroad stations, anywhere other homosexuals pass. Occasionally they note their specialty. These fellows call themselves telephone hustlers (by identification with heterosexual prostitutes.)
They go home and wait for the phone to ring. It never takes long. Another gay guy calls, they quickly exchange qualifications, and make a date. A few minutes later there is a knock on the door, penises are produced, and another homosexual affair is concluded. Elapsed time from portal to portal, about six minutes.
Isn’t this kind of dangerous?
Homosexuals thrive on danger. It almost seems part of their sexual ritual. For reasons he doesn’t understand himself, the average homosexual thinks nothing of inviting a stranger to his apartment at two a.m. for a little fun. Sometimes things go wrong and he gets more than he bargained for. In every large city the morning newspaper occasionally carries an item like this:
“Police found the nude body of Zack Ulner, a busboy, in his apartment early this morning. According to the medical examiner he had been beaten to death with a heavy candlestick. Neighbors reported seeing him admit an unknown man shortly before midnight. No motive was immediately apparent.”
Murder is exceptional -- assault, robbery, and blackmail are commonplace. Identifying with their female counterparts, homosexual prostitutes, or hustlers, think nothing of absconding with their customers’ wallets in the wee hours of the morning. Disagreements over sexual procedures and prerogatives sometimes lead to savage beating. There is even a subcategory of homosexual known as the “S and M.” This is the one type of gay guy the others fear. Rarely will any homosexual knowingly pick up an “S and M.”
“S and M”? What does that mean?
Technically, sadist and masochist. Literally, trouble. Those who combine homosexuality with sadistic and masochistic aberrations are among the cruelest people who walk this earth. In ancient times they found employment as professional torturers and executioners. More recently they filled the ranks of Hitler’s Gestapo and SS.
How does an “S and M” work?
They specialized in luring other homosexuals to their apartments, trapping them, and torturing them. Fortunately the tortures are usually low-key and childish. Fear of arrest and punishment keeps them in line. Let one of the victims describe it:
Gary is twenty-six and has been a homosexual for about nine years. He is a college instructor.
“I should’ve known there was something funny about that character when he came up to me in the bar. He wasn’t really my type--too crude, if you know what I mean. But I was curious and--you know how it is, I had a couple of drinks.” He giggled nervously.
“If I’d only known. Anyway, we went up to his place and it started like always. We undressed, got into bed, and I started sucked him. Before I knew what happened, he grabbed my head between his knees and started choking me. Man, was I scared!” He giggled again.
“He put these kind of leather handcuffs on me--they always like leather, you know. Then he tied me to the bed with a gigantic strap. He put out all the lights except for a candle over the bed, went over to the closet, took out this whip. It was terrible!” More nervous giggles.
“By this time he head a real hard erection so I said, ‘Why don’t you put that thing away and let me take care of you?’ Boy, that was the wrong thing to say! He pulled out this straight razor and yelled, ‘Now I’m going to make a woman out of you for good!’”
Gary smiled wryly and went on, “I like a good time as much as the next guy, but how can I have a good time if he takes all my good times away? Then the phone rang. He answered it, talked a while, and by the time he hung up, he wasn’t so excited. He just masturbated a few times, sucked me once, and then let me go home. I don’t go to that bar anymore.”
Gary’s experience was typical. Terror, intimidation, gratification with the victim’s pleading, usually satisfy the “S and M.” Unfortunately the outcome is predictable. Occasionally the torturer gets carried away, the evening escalates and ends in mutilation, castration, and death. Sadly, that’s all part of the homosexual game.
What else do homosexuals do?
Virtually every possible interaction of the sexual organ has been pressed into service by homosexuals diligently trying to get along without women. They masturbate by placing their penises between each other’s legs. One lies on top of the other and they rub penises together. They penis is slid rapidly back and forth against the abdomen or thighs of another homosexual until ejaculation occurs. The only limitation is the imagination of the participants.
In every group we find those with special tastes; homosexuals are no exception. Sometimes it takes the form of oral-anal stimulation. (Or as one homosexual put it, oral-anal simulation.) One fellow licks the anus of another. Rarely is this enough to bring on a climax; it is usually a prelude to masturbation.
But isn’t that unusual?
It all depends on how you look at it. From a homosexual’s point of view, he is doing the best he can. Mother Nature didn’t see fit to provide him with a vagina so he gets his fun where he finds it. Since one penis can’t fit inside another he must search for a place to insert his organ. Every orifice and skin-fold is a potential candidate. For many homosexuals, there is only one solution.
What’s that?
The anus. Of all the structures of the body that is the one which most resembles the vagina. Of course, there are certain differences. The anus was designed as the terminal end of the gastro-intestestinal tract--it is not really prepared to receive the erect penis. This in itself provides certain formidable mechanical obstacles which must be overcome before this brand of homosexuality becomes possible. In contrast to the vagina, which is tremendously elastic (as it must be to accommodate the infant’s head at birth), the anus hardly stretches at all. However, determined assault by the homosexual penis, general amounts of lubrication, and intense pain on the part of the “recipient” ultimately result in “success.” As the homosexual progresses from partner to partner, the orifice loses most of its muscle-tone; fine for”fun” but it doesn’t do much for bowel function.
In anal intercourse doesn’t the one on the bottom always play the part of the woman?
That brings up an interesting point. Superficially, the majority of homosexuals are indistinguishable from their heterosexual brothers. The rest have divided themselves, by choice, into “male” and “female.” In the sardonically poetic language of the gay world, the effeminate male homosexual is known as the queen. Some of them do justice to their name.
Long blonde hair (usually a wig), a full complement of makeup, removal of all body hair, and lots of perfume are the first steps. Then come the clothes. Most queens reign in drag, that is, women’s clothes. (Those who are diffident about appearing in public in female attire are cattily referred to as closet queens.) Few real women have such alluring clothes as queens. Among homosexuals, expense is no object and there is never a husband in the background complaining about the cost of a new dress. No self-respecting queen would ever be caught in last year’s outfit.
What they wear underneath is also very important to the queens. Generally they favor the same underwear as female prostitutes: lost of transparent black nylon with black lace trim. Upstairs, understandably, they prefer padded bras. The peek-a-boo look around the bosom will never catch on in homosexual circles except for a tiny group of the most daring queens. (More about that later.)
What about down below?
They even have something going there. Carefully molded female genitalia of pliable rubber are very popular for those who strive for authenticity. They are complete in every detail. If function is desired, an artificial vagina is available.
An artificial vagina?
This is a mail order item It runs twenty dollars postpaid and arrives (obviously) in a plain brown wrapper. The catalogue describes it this way:
“No. 237. Artificial vagina. Flesh colored, soft pliable plastic. Designed to reproduce the female sex organs in every detail. Feels identical to the real thing. Can be inflated to depict the labia majora and labia minora as enlarged by sexual desire. Sanitary, reusable.” The artificial vagina is built into a part of flesh-colored nylon stretch panties--one size fits everyone.
Actually the market for this deceiver is rather limited. Most homosexuals prefer other ways.
What about masculine homosexuals?
Homosexuals have a tendency to overdo this sort of thing. There never was a man more manly than a butch, as the queen’s alter-ego is known. Butches lean heavily toward masculine trappings such as leather motorcycle jackets, tight pants of course material, super-masculine shirts, heavy boots, and other exaggerations of men’s wear. In most large cities there are shops catering to the sartorial requirements of butches. For rural homosexuals, several mail order operations supply their needs.
Don’t a lot of homosexual men dress the same way today?
Yes and no. Since butch costumes are simply normal dress carried to extremes, there are bound to be some similarities. But it is the exaggeration that gives them away. Two men may wear what superficially appears to be the same shirt; the homosexual’s is just a little tighter, a little brighter, a little more.
Recently, the gay guys have been leaning toward costumes. A good example is the engineers’ pants. White denim trousers with vertical blue stripes have long been worn by locomotive engineers and firemen and hardly anyone else. Homosexuals decided that this line of work was very butch and appropriated the uniform--tight striped pants with a bright red bandana around the neck. This trend has been picked up by homosexual designers and others and now has a place in men’s fashions.
Various looks like the Nehru look, the Cossack look, and the Leather look, all had their start among the gay crowd. Many heterosexual men, to their dismay, find little else offered at their haberdashers these days.
Unfortunately for butches, clothes do not make the man. This is especially true of underclothes. Peel off the top layer of a butch and there is a queen underneath. Their underwear is truly amazing. Some take pleasure in men’s shorts so tight they can barely meet the needs of nature. Others choose briefs so brief they barely exist. Most butch underthings are little better than skimpy athletic supporters. The ultimate IS an athletic supporter--two straps and a sack attached to the tails of a super-tight shirt. It works fine--the shirt is always tucked in, the genitalia held tightly. The only problem is the poor fellow can’t bend over.
Why do homosexuals do this?
One of the main reasons for such concern with underwear is the homosexual’s desire to display his genitals. They are his stock in trade and he wishes to show them to best advantage. What a good uplift bra is to a prostitute, a good pair of undershorts is to a homosexual. Held high, thrust forward, clearly outlined by almost unbearably tight clothes, his sexual organs are there for all the (gay) world to see. This is part of the homosexual courtship and in the areas where homosexuals gather, it is really something to see.
Some lean against buildings--they are available--other stroll leisurely along the sidewalk--they are cruising. Each group casually but shrewdly size up the other. Mentally they measure penis length, try to guess each others’ specialties, sneer at the types they dislike. There are always a few “S and Ms” on the prowl looking for “chickens,” and, just to make things interesting, one or two detectives ready to make an arrest.
What about the new trends in men’s fashion and hair styles? Are all men who follow them transvestites?
No. Social customs and cultural patterns in themselves do not determine emotional problems. If long hair and sideburns are socially acceptable as masculine, as they are currently, transvestites must look elsewhere for their gratification. If all men in our society can wear brightly colored silky shirts and sexy clothes without criticism, the transvestite isn’t interested.
Why is that?
Transvestites have a strong emotional interest in women’s garments. Men’s clothing with a feminine cut doesn’t interest them. Nor does women’s apparel with masculine overtones--transvestites rarely enjoy wearing capris or ladies’ stretch pants. Symbols of femininity are what they seek.
In Scotland, a modified skirt, the kilt, is acceptable for wear by men. Scottish transvestites are not tempted. They want to dress like girls, and the more authentic their wardrobe, the better.
The other important element is the lure of the forbidden. A big part of transvestites’ fun comes from the “secret pleasure,” as one of them put it, of knowing they are flouting the rules of society.
Now that the new styles are “in, “ what effect does this have on transvestites?
It forces them to be more daring in their dress. They may sport ensembles at the extreme outer edge of societal acceptance. A ruffled shirt that is almost a blouse may appeal to them. Men’s cologne with a distinctly feminine aroma is their scent. Paradoxically the new freedom in dress may drive some transvestites farther underground. Some take to wearing garter belts under their clothing--obese transvestites prefer girdles. Instead of jockeyshorts, lacy panties do for underwear. Some go so far as to wear an entire female costume (including miniskirt) under a business suit. If these transvestites are injured in an auto accident, they create a sensation at the hospital emergency room as they are undressed for treatment. One nurse had that experience:
“It was about midnight on Saturday and they brought this man in from a collision. At least I thought he was a man. I’m still not sure. He was dressed very nicely--sort of Ivy League. I had an orderly undress him while I called the doctor. It was really quite a surprise. Under his suit he had on a white knit miniskirt and a blue silk print blouse. It was lovely! He even had a cute red silk scarf and a tiny pearl scarf pin. But I couldn’t imagine why he was wearing them. When we got those off, he was wearing a bra underneath, a panty girdle, and nylons. I’ve seen a lot of things working nights in the emergency room, but this was something! The doctor explained to me what the problem was, and I guess it won’t be such a surprise next time, but now whenever we get a late Saturday night accident in, I wonder what he has on underneath.”
Aren’t homosexuals afraid of being arrested?
Maybe they should be, but they aren’t. Lack of fear of the consequences is one of the puzzling characteristics of homosexual behavior. In reality, no homosexual need ever be arrested for his sexual deeds.
From a rational point of view, men who wish to masturbate each other can do so discretely, secretly, and leisurely. (It is far easier to rent a hotel room for a homosexual act than a heterosexual act.) They could entertain themselves at length with whatever variations of sexuality might appeal to them. No one would discover them, no one would arrest them, no one would disturb them.
Most homosexuals do it another way. They have a compulsion to flaunt their sex in public. A public washroom is frequently their stage. Bus stations, parks, bowling alleys, are haunted by gay guys. Random and reckless selection of partners is the trademark. The fact that the stranger is likely to be a policeman, an “S and M,” or a syphilitic never seems to occur to them. This is the core of homosexuality.
But all homosexuals aren’t like that, are they?
Unfortunately, they are just like that. One of the main features of homosexuality is promiscuity. It stands to reason. Homosexuals are trying the impossible: solving the problem with only half the pieces. They say they want sexual gratification and love but they eliminate, right from the start, the most obvious source of love and gratification--woman. The only other possible form of sexual activity must center around their own penis (or the penis of another man.) Penis or vagina, that’s it right there. No other options are available.
Then the game gets rough. The homosexual must constantly search for one man, the one penis, the one experience, that will satisfy him. Tragically there is no possibility of satisfaction because the formula is wrong. One penis plus one penis equals nothing. There is no substitute for heterosex--penis and vagina. Disappointed, stubborn, discouraged, defiant, the homosexual keeps trying.
He is the sexual Diogenes, always looking for the one penis that pleases.
That is the reason he must change partners endlessly. He tries each phallus in succession, then turns away remorsefully. “No, that’s not the one!” He is in a difficult position-condemned eternally to search after what does not exist--after what never exited.
What about all the homosexuals who live together happily for years?
What about them? They are mighty rare birds among the homosexual flock. Moreover, the “happy” part remains to be seen. The bitterest argument between husband and wife is a passionate love sonnet by comparison with a dialogue between a butch and his queen. Live together? Yes. Happily? Hardly.
The other part of these “marriages” that doesn’t fit in with happiness is the principals never stop cruising. They may set up housekeeping together, but the parade of penises usually continue unabated. Only this time, jealously, threats, tantrums, and mutual betrayal are thrown in for good measure. Mercifully for both of them, the life expectancy of their relationship together is brief.
How do male homosexuals get along with female homosexuals?
About the only thing they have in common is their contempt for straight arrows, the term they use for heterosexuals. Any relationship that exists between them is based on grudging mutual tolerance. Rarely does a female homosexual turn up in a male gay bar. Usually the tensions run too high.
Most male homosexuals have mixed emotions about women and female homosexuals are not exactly delirious about men. In the final analysis a male homosexual is still a man, no matter what kind of haircut he may have at the moment. And a female homosexual is still a woman.
All homosexuals don’t find their partners on the street, do they?
For the average homosexual there are not too many other options.
Homosexuals have their own language?
Why do so many homosexual expressions refer to food?
Is that unusual?
Do all homosexuals do these things?
Are there any other parts of the body that appeal to the homosexual?
How can a man have a vagina? Is it possible?
Are these men who are changed into women?
These are the men who claim to have been changed into women. They are actually castrated and mutilated female impersonators.
Isn’t this business expensive?
Pay with their lives?
Chapter Eight
MALE HOMOSEXUALITY
What is male homosexuality?
Male homosexuality is a condition in which men have a driving emotional and sexual interest in other men. Because of the anatomical and physiological limitations involved, there are some formidable obstacles to overcome. Most homosexuals look upon this as a challenge and approach it with ingenuity and boundless energy. In the process they often transform themselves into part-time women. They don women’s clothes, wear makeup, adopt feminine mannerisms, and occasionally even try to rearrange their bodies along feminine lines.
Do all homosexuals act this way?
Not all of them. There is a wide range of variation in homosexual behavior; however, most homosexuals at one time or another in their lives act out some aspect of the feminine role.
Aren’t some people just naturally that away?
Being naturally that way is one of many explanations homosexuals grope for in an attempt to understand their problem. Back in the nineteenth century some homosexuals described themselves as “urnings.” An urning was supposed to be a man who had a woman living inside him, presumably trying to get out. Apparently not even the self-styled urnings were happy with this concept and the whole idea simply faded away.
Couldn’t homosexuality simply be a hormone problem?
Hormone imbalance is another explanation homosexuals reach for. Unfortunately it doesn’t hold water.
The basic idea steams from the fact that men and women have the sex hormones of both sexes circulating in their bloodstreams simultaneously. According to the hormone theory, if the female hormone dominates in the male, effeminate characteristics and homosexuality emerge. When tested experimentally the idea falls apart.
First, it doesn’t explain masculine homosexuals. A certain number of men who appear muscular, athletic, and manly in every respect are actually enthusiastic homosexuals. Some of these over-muscled young men whose pictures adorn the physical culture magazines are only interested in the endowments of other young men. Obviously they have enough male sex hormones.
Second, injection of massive amounts of male sex hormones should counteract homosexual impulses. It doesn’t. As a matter of fact, quite the opposite. Active homosexuals who are given large doses of male sex hormones become even more active as homosexuals.
Why should that happen?
Further research demonstrated that the male sex hormone, testosterone, is responsible for sexual drive in both sexes. Testosterone given to women causes a surge of sexual desire. The ladies also sprout whiskers, become baritones, and undergo other changes which interfere with the enjoyment of their new interest in sex. The same effect appears in men. Predictably with this hormone homosexuals develop more interest in sex, but only their kind of sex.
Is that all they discovered?
No. Medical researchers are a thorough group and rarely let go of a problem until they squeeze the last scrap of information from it. They turned the picture around and injected high doses of female sex hormone, estrogen, into men; first, heterosexual men, and then, homosexuals.
What happened to heterosexual men sexually?
Nothing. Actually less than nothing. All of them promptly became incapable of any sexual activity whatsoever. No erection, no ejaculation, no orgasm, no desire. Not one of these men was ever known to solicit in bars trying to pick up male partners. The only observable effect of the female hormones was seen in a few members of the test group. They developed gynecomastia--enlargement of the breasts--and they lost their body hair. They were upset.
What about the homosexual men?
Exactly the same. They lost all interest in sex too. Their sexual organs refused to function. They even stopped looking for male partners. A few of them developed enlarged breasts and loss of body hair--they were delighted.
Couldn’t homosexuals just be born that way?
A lot of homosexuals would like to think so. They prefer to consider their problem the equivalent of a club foot or birthmark; just something to struggle through life with.
This explanation is a little tragic. It implies that all homosexuals are condemned without appeal to a life some of them say they enjoy so much. Actually for those who want to change there is a change.
How?
If a homosexual who wants to renounce homosexuality finds a psychiatrist who knows how to cure homosexuality, he has ever chance of becoming a happy, well-adjusted, heterosexual.
What do homosexuals really do with each other?
An almost unbelievable variety of ingenious things. Since their equipment is a bit limited, they need a lot more imagination in their sex than the average heterosexual couple.
The usual homosexual experience is mutual masturbation. It is fast, easy, and requires a minimal amount of equipment. The chaps simply undress, get into bed, and manipulate each others’ penises to the point of orgasm. Three to five minutes should be enough for the entire operation.
Don’t homosexuals do other things too?
Certainly. The next most common variety of homosexual behavior is oral intercourse. This is also known as fellatio, which means the same thing except in another language. In this variation, one man sucks the penis of the other. Sometimes they reverse roles, sometimes not.
Generally the circumstances are far from romantic. According to one homosexual, it goes something like this:
“Whenever I feel like sex, I drive down to the bowling alley. I walk into the men’s room, find an empty cubicle, go in, take down my pants, and sit on the toilet. Then I wait. It never takes long.
“Pretty soon another guy sits down in the next cubicle. I watch his feet. If he’s a gay guy, he’ll slide his foot over and kind of nudge mine. That means he’s ‘cruising.’ If I’m interested, I nudge back. Then we get started.
“I always use a piece of toilet paper to write some kind of note--usually I just say ‘Do you suck?’ Sometimes if I have plenty of time I add something else like, ‘How big are you?’ I throw the paper on the floor, he picks it up, comes over into my cubicle, and sucks my penis. That’s how it ends--sometimes I suck his penis but usually I just go home.” No feeling, no sentiment, no nothing.
Are all homosexual contacts impersonal as that?
No. Most are much more impersonal. The majority of gay guys, when they cruise, dispense with the courtship. They don’t even have time for footsie or love notes on toilet paper. Homosexuality seems to have a compelling urgency about it. A homosexual walks into the men’s washroom and spots another homosexual. One drops to his knees, the other unzips his pants, and a few moments later, it’s all over. No names, no faces, no emotions. A masturbation machine might do it better.
Surely there must be more to homosexuality?
There are dozens of variations but they all have this in common: the primary interest is the penis, not the person. A homosexual may have as many as five sexual experiences in one evening--all with different partners. He rarely knows their names--he is unlikely to see any of them again. Besides, few homosexuals use their real names. They generally go by aliases, names with a sexual connotation. Harry, Dick, Peter, are the most favored.
Some gay guys write their telephone numbers on walls--in telephone booths, men’s toilets, railroad stations, anywhere other homosexuals pass. Occasionally they note their specialty. These fellows call themselves telephone hustlers (by identification with heterosexual prostitutes.)
They go home and wait for the phone to ring. It never takes long. Another gay guy calls, they quickly exchange qualifications, and make a date. A few minutes later there is a knock on the door, penises are produced, and another homosexual affair is concluded. Elapsed time from portal to portal, about six minutes.
Isn’t this kind of dangerous?
Homosexuals thrive on danger. It almost seems part of their sexual ritual. For reasons he doesn’t understand himself, the average homosexual thinks nothing of inviting a stranger to his apartment at two a.m. for a little fun. Sometimes things go wrong and he gets more than he bargained for. In every large city the morning newspaper occasionally carries an item like this:
“Police found the nude body of Zack Ulner, a busboy, in his apartment early this morning. According to the medical examiner he had been beaten to death with a heavy candlestick. Neighbors reported seeing him admit an unknown man shortly before midnight. No motive was immediately apparent.”
Murder is exceptional -- assault, robbery, and blackmail are commonplace. Identifying with their female counterparts, homosexual prostitutes, or hustlers, think nothing of absconding with their customers’ wallets in the wee hours of the morning. Disagreements over sexual procedures and prerogatives sometimes lead to savage beating. There is even a subcategory of homosexual known as the “S and M.” This is the one type of gay guy the others fear. Rarely will any homosexual knowingly pick up an “S and M.”
“S and M”? What does that mean?
Technically, sadist and masochist. Literally, trouble. Those who combine homosexuality with sadistic and masochistic aberrations are among the cruelest people who walk this earth. In ancient times they found employment as professional torturers and executioners. More recently they filled the ranks of Hitler’s Gestapo and SS.
How does an “S and M” work?
They specialized in luring other homosexuals to their apartments, trapping them, and torturing them. Fortunately the tortures are usually low-key and childish. Fear of arrest and punishment keeps them in line. Let one of the victims describe it:
Gary is twenty-six and has been a homosexual for about nine years. He is a college instructor.
“I should’ve known there was something funny about that character when he came up to me in the bar. He wasn’t really my type--too crude, if you know what I mean. But I was curious and--you know how it is, I had a couple of drinks.” He giggled nervously.
“If I’d only known. Anyway, we went up to his place and it started like always. We undressed, got into bed, and I started sucked him. Before I knew what happened, he grabbed my head between his knees and started choking me. Man, was I scared!” He giggled again.
“He put these kind of leather handcuffs on me--they always like leather, you know. Then he tied me to the bed with a gigantic strap. He put out all the lights except for a candle over the bed, went over to the closet, took out this whip. It was terrible!” More nervous giggles.
“By this time he head a real hard erection so I said, ‘Why don’t you put that thing away and let me take care of you?’ Boy, that was the wrong thing to say! He pulled out this straight razor and yelled, ‘Now I’m going to make a woman out of you for good!’”
Gary smiled wryly and went on, “I like a good time as much as the next guy, but how can I have a good time if he takes all my good times away? Then the phone rang. He answered it, talked a while, and by the time he hung up, he wasn’t so excited. He just masturbated a few times, sucked me once, and then let me go home. I don’t go to that bar anymore.”
Gary’s experience was typical. Terror, intimidation, gratification with the victim’s pleading, usually satisfy the “S and M.” Unfortunately the outcome is predictable. Occasionally the torturer gets carried away, the evening escalates and ends in mutilation, castration, and death. Sadly, that’s all part of the homosexual game.
What else do homosexuals do?
Virtually every possible interaction of the sexual organ has been pressed into service by homosexuals diligently trying to get along without women. They masturbate by placing their penises between each other’s legs. One lies on top of the other and they rub penises together. They penis is slid rapidly back and forth against the abdomen or thighs of another homosexual until ejaculation occurs. The only limitation is the imagination of the participants.
In every group we find those with special tastes; homosexuals are no exception. Sometimes it takes the form of oral-anal stimulation. (Or as one homosexual put it, oral-anal simulation.) One fellow licks the anus of another. Rarely is this enough to bring on a climax; it is usually a prelude to masturbation.
But isn’t that unusual?
It all depends on how you look at it. From a homosexual’s point of view, he is doing the best he can. Mother Nature didn’t see fit to provide him with a vagina so he gets his fun where he finds it. Since one penis can’t fit inside another he must search for a place to insert his organ. Every orifice and skin-fold is a potential candidate. For many homosexuals, there is only one solution.
What’s that?
The anus. Of all the structures of the body that is the one which most resembles the vagina. Of course, there are certain differences. The anus was designed as the terminal end of the gastro-intestestinal tract--it is not really prepared to receive the erect penis. This in itself provides certain formidable mechanical obstacles which must be overcome before this brand of homosexuality becomes possible. In contrast to the vagina, which is tremendously elastic (as it must be to accommodate the infant’s head at birth), the anus hardly stretches at all. However, determined assault by the homosexual penis, general amounts of lubrication, and intense pain on the part of the “recipient” ultimately result in “success.” As the homosexual progresses from partner to partner, the orifice loses most of its muscle-tone; fine for”fun” but it doesn’t do much for bowel function.
In anal intercourse doesn’t the one on the bottom always play the part of the woman?
That brings up an interesting point. Superficially, the majority of homosexuals are indistinguishable from their heterosexual brothers. The rest have divided themselves, by choice, into “male” and “female.” In the sardonically poetic language of the gay world, the effeminate male homosexual is known as the queen. Some of them do justice to their name.
Long blonde hair (usually a wig), a full complement of makeup, removal of all body hair, and lots of perfume are the first steps. Then come the clothes. Most queens reign in drag, that is, women’s clothes. (Those who are diffident about appearing in public in female attire are cattily referred to as closet queens.) Few real women have such alluring clothes as queens. Among homosexuals, expense is no object and there is never a husband in the background complaining about the cost of a new dress. No self-respecting queen would ever be caught in last year’s outfit.
What they wear underneath is also very important to the queens. Generally they favor the same underwear as female prostitutes: lost of transparent black nylon with black lace trim. Upstairs, understandably, they prefer padded bras. The peek-a-boo look around the bosom will never catch on in homosexual circles except for a tiny group of the most daring queens. (More about that later.)
What about down below?
They even have something going there. Carefully molded female genitalia of pliable rubber are very popular for those who strive for authenticity. They are complete in every detail. If function is desired, an artificial vagina is available.
An artificial vagina?
This is a mail order item It runs twenty dollars postpaid and arrives (obviously) in a plain brown wrapper. The catalogue describes it this way:
“No. 237. Artificial vagina. Flesh colored, soft pliable plastic. Designed to reproduce the female sex organs in every detail. Feels identical to the real thing. Can be inflated to depict the labia majora and labia minora as enlarged by sexual desire. Sanitary, reusable.” The artificial vagina is built into a part of flesh-colored nylon stretch panties--one size fits everyone.
Actually the market for this deceiver is rather limited. Most homosexuals prefer other ways.
What about masculine homosexuals?
Homosexuals have a tendency to overdo this sort of thing. There never was a man more manly than a butch, as the queen’s alter-ego is known. Butches lean heavily toward masculine trappings such as leather motorcycle jackets, tight pants of course material, super-masculine shirts, heavy boots, and other exaggerations of men’s wear. In most large cities there are shops catering to the sartorial requirements of butches. For rural homosexuals, several mail order operations supply their needs.
Don’t a lot of homosexual men dress the same way today?
Yes and no. Since butch costumes are simply normal dress carried to extremes, there are bound to be some similarities. But it is the exaggeration that gives them away. Two men may wear what superficially appears to be the same shirt; the homosexual’s is just a little tighter, a little brighter, a little more.
Recently, the gay guys have been leaning toward costumes. A good example is the engineers’ pants. White denim trousers with vertical blue stripes have long been worn by locomotive engineers and firemen and hardly anyone else. Homosexuals decided that this line of work was very butch and appropriated the uniform--tight striped pants with a bright red bandana around the neck. This trend has been picked up by homosexual designers and others and now has a place in men’s fashions.
Various looks like the Nehru look, the Cossack look, and the Leather look, all had their start among the gay crowd. Many heterosexual men, to their dismay, find little else offered at their haberdashers these days.
Unfortunately for butches, clothes do not make the man. This is especially true of underclothes. Peel off the top layer of a butch and there is a queen underneath. Their underwear is truly amazing. Some take pleasure in men’s shorts so tight they can barely meet the needs of nature. Others choose briefs so brief they barely exist. Most butch underthings are little better than skimpy athletic supporters. The ultimate IS an athletic supporter--two straps and a sack attached to the tails of a super-tight shirt. It works fine--the shirt is always tucked in, the genitalia held tightly. The only problem is the poor fellow can’t bend over.
Why do homosexuals do this?
One of the main reasons for such concern with underwear is the homosexual’s desire to display his genitals. They are his stock in trade and he wishes to show them to best advantage. What a good uplift bra is to a prostitute, a good pair of undershorts is to a homosexual. Held high, thrust forward, clearly outlined by almost unbearably tight clothes, his sexual organs are there for all the (gay) world to see. This is part of the homosexual courtship and in the areas where homosexuals gather, it is really something to see.
Some lean against buildings--they are available--other stroll leisurely along the sidewalk--they are cruising. Each group casually but shrewdly size up the other. Mentally they measure penis length, try to guess each others’ specialties, sneer at the types they dislike. There are always a few “S and Ms” on the prowl looking for “chickens,” and, just to make things interesting, one or two detectives ready to make an arrest.
What about the new trends in men’s fashion and hair styles? Are all men who follow them transvestites?
No. Social customs and cultural patterns in themselves do not determine emotional problems. If long hair and sideburns are socially acceptable as masculine, as they are currently, transvestites must look elsewhere for their gratification. If all men in our society can wear brightly colored silky shirts and sexy clothes without criticism, the transvestite isn’t interested.
Why is that?
Transvestites have a strong emotional interest in women’s garments. Men’s clothing with a feminine cut doesn’t interest them. Nor does women’s apparel with masculine overtones--transvestites rarely enjoy wearing capris or ladies’ stretch pants. Symbols of femininity are what they seek.
In Scotland, a modified skirt, the kilt, is acceptable for wear by men. Scottish transvestites are not tempted. They want to dress like girls, and the more authentic their wardrobe, the better.
The other important element is the lure of the forbidden. A big part of transvestites’ fun comes from the “secret pleasure,” as one of them put it, of knowing they are flouting the rules of society.
Now that the new styles are “in, “ what effect does this have on transvestites?
It forces them to be more daring in their dress. They may sport ensembles at the extreme outer edge of societal acceptance. A ruffled shirt that is almost a blouse may appeal to them. Men’s cologne with a distinctly feminine aroma is their scent. Paradoxically the new freedom in dress may drive some transvestites farther underground. Some take to wearing garter belts under their clothing--obese transvestites prefer girdles. Instead of jockeyshorts, lacy panties do for underwear. Some go so far as to wear an entire female costume (including miniskirt) under a business suit. If these transvestites are injured in an auto accident, they create a sensation at the hospital emergency room as they are undressed for treatment. One nurse had that experience:
“It was about midnight on Saturday and they brought this man in from a collision. At least I thought he was a man. I’m still not sure. He was dressed very nicely--sort of Ivy League. I had an orderly undress him while I called the doctor. It was really quite a surprise. Under his suit he had on a white knit miniskirt and a blue silk print blouse. It was lovely! He even had a cute red silk scarf and a tiny pearl scarf pin. But I couldn’t imagine why he was wearing them. When we got those off, he was wearing a bra underneath, a panty girdle, and nylons. I’ve seen a lot of things working nights in the emergency room, but this was something! The doctor explained to me what the problem was, and I guess it won’t be such a surprise next time, but now whenever we get a late Saturday night accident in, I wonder what he has on underneath.”
Aren’t homosexuals afraid of being arrested?
Maybe they should be, but they aren’t. Lack of fear of the consequences is one of the puzzling characteristics of homosexual behavior. In reality, no homosexual need ever be arrested for his sexual deeds.
From a rational point of view, men who wish to masturbate each other can do so discretely, secretly, and leisurely. (It is far easier to rent a hotel room for a homosexual act than a heterosexual act.) They could entertain themselves at length with whatever variations of sexuality might appeal to them. No one would discover them, no one would arrest them, no one would disturb them.
Most homosexuals do it another way. They have a compulsion to flaunt their sex in public. A public washroom is frequently their stage. Bus stations, parks, bowling alleys, are haunted by gay guys. Random and reckless selection of partners is the trademark. The fact that the stranger is likely to be a policeman, an “S and M,” or a syphilitic never seems to occur to them. This is the core of homosexuality.
But all homosexuals aren’t like that, are they?
Unfortunately, they are just like that. One of the main features of homosexuality is promiscuity. It stands to reason. Homosexuals are trying the impossible: solving the problem with only half the pieces. They say they want sexual gratification and love but they eliminate, right from the start, the most obvious source of love and gratification--woman. The only other possible form of sexual activity must center around their own penis (or the penis of another man.) Penis or vagina, that’s it right there. No other options are available.
Then the game gets rough. The homosexual must constantly search for one man, the one penis, the one experience, that will satisfy him. Tragically there is no possibility of satisfaction because the formula is wrong. One penis plus one penis equals nothing. There is no substitute for heterosex--penis and vagina. Disappointed, stubborn, discouraged, defiant, the homosexual keeps trying.
He is the sexual Diogenes, always looking for the one penis that pleases.
That is the reason he must change partners endlessly. He tries each phallus in succession, then turns away remorsefully. “No, that’s not the one!” He is in a difficult position-condemned eternally to search after what does not exist--after what never exited.
What about all the homosexuals who live together happily for years?
What about them? They are mighty rare birds among the homosexual flock. Moreover, the “happy” part remains to be seen. The bitterest argument between husband and wife is a passionate love sonnet by comparison with a dialogue between a butch and his queen. Live together? Yes. Happily? Hardly.
The other part of these “marriages” that doesn’t fit in with happiness is the principals never stop cruising. They may set up housekeeping together, but the parade of penises usually continue unabated. Only this time, jealously, threats, tantrums, and mutual betrayal are thrown in for good measure. Mercifully for both of them, the life expectancy of their relationship together is brief.
How do male homosexuals get along with female homosexuals?
About the only thing they have in common is their contempt for straight arrows, the term they use for heterosexuals. Any relationship that exists between them is based on grudging mutual tolerance. Rarely does a female homosexual turn up in a male gay bar. Usually the tensions run too high.
Most male homosexuals have mixed emotions about women and female homosexuals are not exactly delirious about men. In the final analysis a male homosexual is still a man, no matter what kind of haircut he may have at the moment. And a female homosexual is still a woman.
All homosexuals don’t find their partners on the street, do they?
For the average homosexual there are not too many other options.
Homosexuals have their own language?
Why do so many homosexual expressions refer to food?
Is that unusual?
Do all homosexuals do these things?
Are there any other parts of the body that appeal to the homosexual?
How can a man have a vagina? Is it possible?
Are these men who are changed into women?
These are the men who claim to have been changed into women. They are actually castrated and mutilated female impersonators.
Isn’t this business expensive?
Pay with their lives?