Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Random acts of guyness

Christopher Atkins

Yes I have posted about Chris before but I think hes hot.



Blonde, muscular 1980s leading man Christopher Atkins was living proof that the "beach-boy" type perpetuated by the likes of Troy Donahue had not died in the 1960s. Straight out of Dennison University, Atkins gained a brief burst of fame by being cast as Brooke Shields' "amour" in the soft-core 1980 remake of The Blue Lagoon. He then went on to co-star with Kristy McNichol in The Pirate Movie (1981), a disappointing update of Gilbert and Sullivan's The Pirates of Penzance. Christopher Atkins virtually disappeared from view after this, only to resurface in direct-to-video productions at the end of the 1980s.


Monday, June 05, 2006

Nice place for a tattoo OUCH



In a sunny day one man takes his car, goes to a tattooing laboratory and asks for a tattoo representing the name of his girlfriend, Wendy. The man knows precisely where he wants his tattoo.

Owing to the particular request the tattoo-maker needs the man to have an erection, and, after some trouble, he is able to do his work, so he 'writes' "Wendy" and gets his money.

Some days later the same man goes to his gymnasium and after sporting activity he is going to have a shower. While washing, he can see, rather obviously, only the letters W,Y (WendY) on his penis. But he gets stuck when he sees another man with W,Y on his 'best friend'.

So he gets interested and asks him: "I think you too decided to have a tattoo with the name of your girlfriend. My girl's name is Wendy. I think your girl also has this name. What a coincidence. Isn't it?"

The other man shows a big idiotic and cheerful smile and says:

"But what are you thinking! What Wendy! Ha ha ha! I can't believe it! Wendy! Ha ha ha! My tattoo is 'Welcome to Marlboro country', what Wendy??? See you..."



Two priests are in a Vatican bathroom using the urinals.
One of them looks at the other one's penis and notices
there's a "Nicoderm" patch on it. He looks at the other
priest and says, "I believe you're supposed to put that
patch on your arm or shoulder, not your penis."

The other one replies, "It's working just fine. I'm down
to two butts a day."



A man was brought into the hospital after a severe car accident. Word soon got around the hospital that the man had his name "Joe" tattooed on his penis. All the nurses were having a good laugh at this until one day a nurse who was attending "Joe" came into the break room with her eyes wide. The other nurses asked her what had happened. She said, "I was giving "Joe" a sponge bath when he became excited and started to enlarge." "So what's the big deal? We've all seen that before," said one of the other nurses. The first nurse replied, "Yeah, but when he was fully erect his tattoo didn't say Joe. It said, 'Eat at Joe's Bar & Grill, Talahassee Florida.' "



A wealthy trader from Wall Street stopped in at the local tattoo parlor in Key West, Florida and requested to have a one hundred dollar bill tattooed on his penis.

The heavily tattooed tattoo artist looked at the extremely well dressed trader with a look of complete astonishment, and said, "I've had strange requests, but this one tops the list. Why in the heck would you want me to tattoo your penis with the picture of a one hundred dollar bill?"

The trader, in his usual fashion, looked at the burly artist and told him this account. "There are three distinct reasons I want this done and done immediately."

* One, I love to play with my money.
* Two, when I play with my money, I love to see it grow.
* Three, and this is the most important of all... the next time my boyfriend wants to blow a hundred bucks, he won't have to leave the house!



Saturday, June 03, 2006

Speedo Sunday


Lochte 'set for life' with 10-year Speedo deal

PORT ORANGE -- Olympic gold medalist Ryan Lochte set another record Friday -- only this one came in a corporate boardroom rather than a swimming pool.

Associated Press
Ryan Lochte celebrates winning the men's 200 meters backstroke final at the FINA World Short Course Swimming Championships in Shanghai, China, April 9. Lochte set a new world record time of 1:49.05.
The Port Orange swimmer signed an endorsement contract with swimwear company Speedo that is the longest ever for a male swimmer.

Financial terms of the contract, which runs through 2016, were not released. But Lochte's agent, Peter Carlisle, said the deal is "extremely lucrative" and virtually unprecedented in its duration.


Swimming World magazine.com



Speedos cannot be worn by guys under the following conditions:

1) If when you look down, you can’t see the color of your Speedo, you
probably should not be wearing one. No matter how manly your chest may
be, if your belly exceeds your chest, it is not arousing to men to see
your skimpy bathing suit.

2) If your belly hangs down over the top of the Speedo, you should not
be wearing one. No, men are not impressed that you can do finger
acrobatics tying up your Speedo with only one hand, as the other hand is
being used to lift up the fold of skin of your belly hanging mercilessly
down over the top of your Speedo.

3) If you have one of those penises that kind of stick straight out as
opposed to hang down, you should not be wearing one. No, men do not
get turned on by 1and a 1/2 inches of pure male passion raging from your
loins.

4) If you have a butt that is larger than most lawn chairs, skip the
Speedo.

5) If you are the type of guy who gets aroused when you see a man in
less than an overcoat and/or if there is a gentle breeze, you should not
be wearing one. Teepees are for Indian reservations and not for the pool
thankyouverymuch.

Great Blog Hot Pics

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Alexis Arquette the change



Alexis Arquette's date of birth is: 1 January 1969, He was born in Los Angeles, California, USA.
His height is 5' 7¾" (1.72 m).
Among His first film/tv appearances you can find: "Last Exit to Brooklyn (1989)", "Alien Nation: Contact (#1.7) (1989)", "Gavre Princip - Himmel unter Steinen (1990)".
His later/recent appearances include: "The Alexis Project (2006)", "The Surreal Life (2003) "Hubert Selby Jr: It/ll Be Better Tomorrow (2005)".
Alexis Arquette's Most popular appearance according to information taken from the web is "Pulp Fiction".
His Least popular appearance according to information taken from the web is "The Hollow Boy".
Alexis Arquette Won 1 Award(s), He Won the Grand Jury Award.



Arquette posed as the Hindu god Krishna for a controversial cover for Genre Magazine (a gay men's publication).
Son of Lewis Arquette.
Brother of Richmond Arquette, David Arquette, Patricia Arquette and Rosanna Arquette
Brother-in-law of Courteney Cox, grandson of Cliff Arquette.
Formerly brother-in-law of actor Nicolas Cage.
Alexis is also an L.A. area underground cartoonist, his most famous strip was called "Nico's Mobile Mole" and was about his friend, actress Nico Petrakis.
Was cast as the "Young Boy" in The Tubes' "She's a Beauty" video because he happened to be on the set that day.



[2006] - The Alexis Project
[2005] - Hubert Selby Jr
[2005] - Lords of Dogtown
[2003] - The Surreal Life
[2003] - Wasabi Tuna
[2003] - The Movie Hero
[2003] - Killer Drag Queens On Dope
[2003] - Celebrities Uncensored
[2002] - Boxer Shorts
[2002] - Spun



Alexis Arquette's Transvestite Reality Show Dropped

Transvestite Alexis Arquette - the brother of Cox's actor husband David Arquette - was to have his gender reassignment operation filmed for program Alexis Are-Cut.
Plans for the program were axed after Alexis decided not to allow cameras to film the operation and the recovery process afterwards. David and Alexis' eldest sister, Rosanna, 46, said: "It's private. We all support him and wouldn't want him to be involved in any sort of circus act surrounding his decision."

Bad Penis

Does your penis misbehave, does it not stand at attention when told, does it drool when it should spit.
Well then its time to teach that penis a lesson like these guys did.
Punish that penis tie it up make it beg for mercy.
God what we do to our old friend the penis.



Pencil in penis backfires

A Serbian man needed emergency surgery after sticking a pencil inside his penis to keep it stiff during sex.

Zeljko Tupic, from Belgrade, told doctors he had experienced erectile difficulties in the past.

So as he prepared for a night with his new lover, he decided to insert a thin pencil into his penis.

Tupic had to cut his sex session short when the pencil shifted and became lodged in his bladder, forcing him to call an ambulance, the daily Kurir reported.

Doctor Aleksandar Milosevic from Belgrade's Zvezdara hospital, who succesfully removed the pencil, said: "At first the patient did not tell us what really happened, but x-rays proved the truth.

"Tupic said he had no idea there were things like Viagra available but agreed that in future he will try pills before he takes any more chances with pencils."



Penis Safety

1. Never insert your penis anywhere there's a chance it could get stuck. If it gets stuck just a little it will swell, and then it'll be stuck for good. A friend who's an emergency-room physician once had to use a diamond-cutting saw to remove a metal wheel bearing from a man's penis. You do not want to be that man! Few things could be more embarrassing than walking into an ER with an injury caused by an irresponsible sex act. Before you try to have sex with a bottle, think for a minute about what that would be like.



2. Don't try to enlarge your penis using any non-medical method. A larger penis is something most guys would really like, and some do anything to try to get it. That's why there are so many "penis-enlarging" devices being sold in the backs of magazines by unscrupulous people out to make a buck. But these devices can be harmful. They can unnaturally stretch your tissues, and the ones that use a vacuum pump can be really bad for the blood vessels of your penis, which are responsible for erection. Even if these devices worked, what would you rather have: a natural penis that works, or a slightly larger one that will never get erect again? Don't believe the hype — your penis is fine the way it is, and treat it well.



3. Don't masturbate with a vacuum cleaner. Many guys, in an attempt to simulate the suction action of oral sex, play around with a vacuum cleaner hose. For the same reasons as #2, this is a bad idea. Anything that creates more suction than a human mouth can injure you.



Self Sucking

You can injure yourself trying to suck your own penis. A lot of guys want to be able to give themselves oral pleasure — to stimulate their own penis with their mouth. Unfortunately, only a small percentage are able to do this, either because their penis is very large or because they're unusually limber. But a lot of people have injured themselves trying — we heard from one guy who once spent a couple of weeks in the hospital for a spinal injury he got while trying to do this. So, never put unusual strain on your back trying to reach your penis with your mouth. It's not worth the risk!



Very Strange Indeed


Tom's Self Extreme PageStar LINK

To keep things simple I have divided my site into many sub pages, and kept this page short and simple.

My interests are wide, but one major interest, and the reason for this site, is my fixation on castration and penectomy,
both to be done to myself and of others that have had it done to them already.
I'm 34 years old, and have had this fixation since early childhood.


Friday, June 02, 2006

Is Colin Farrell Married


Colin Farrell photographed with some fans sporting what looks like a wedding band.
Whos the lucky girl Lake Bell currently Starring in Pride and Glory with of course Colin Farrell.

Harper you jerk


Totally stupid

MONTREAL (Reuters) - The Canadian Parliament will hold a free vote later this year on whether to start the process of scrapping a law that allows gay marriages, Prime Minister Stephen Harper said on Friday.

There is no guarantee that legislators would vote in favor, since Harper's Conservatives only control a minority of seats in the House of Commons. Surveys of Parliamentarians suggest most are unwilling to reopen the debate on gay marriage.

The Conservatives, who won the January 23 election, campaigned on a promise to allow legislators a vote on whether to look at the issue again.

Canada became the fourth nation to legalize same-sex marriages when the law -- introduced by the previous Liberal government -- was adopted in late June 2005.

"It will be a free vote and the vote will be in the autumn," Harper told reporters in Montreal.

Harper promised the vote after coming under pressure from hard-line conservative and religious elements inside his party, who strongly oppose the law.

The vote will provide a field day for opposition parties, who will undoubtedly use it as a chance to paint the Conservatives as social extremists who cannot be trusted.

This could cause problems for Harper in the next election campaign -- widely expected some time next year -- as he bids to win enough support to gain a majority. The Conservatives currently hold only 125 of the 308 seats in the Commons.

If legislators approve the idea of addressing same-sex unions, the government would then introduce legislation changing the definition of marriage back to that of a union between a man and a woman.

Friday Whitey

19th summer



It was summer break and I was at my parent's cottage. It's a lovely place by a large lake, and I always enjoy my summers swimming, hiking, and boating. It was a hot August night; the moon was full. I decided around ten o'clock to take a walk and headed for my special swimming hole. It was about half a mile around the lake and was situated in a little bay, secluded from the whole world - or so it seemed. I used to spend many hours swimming and daydreaming in my little paradise. It was a beautiful night, the moon was so bright it was easy to walk on the little trail in the woods.

I was feeling great - I was nineteen and life was great. I finally came to the little hill that bordered my spot, and got quite a shock. Someone was down there. I couldn't believe it. I was hoping to be alone and maybe jerk off by the light of the moon. But then I got a good look at him. He was six-one or two, had short-cropped blond hair, a face and - even with his clothes on - a body to die for. He was lying down, leaning on his backpack, so I figured he was a camper just passing by. He was staring out at the lake and seemed to be resting from a long day's walk. He kicked off his sneakers and rubbed his feet in the hot sand. He had on an old pair of cutoffs and a white tee shirt. Even from the distance, I could tell he had a strong, muscled body. Since I was behind him, he couldn't see me - so I could stare all I wanted. And it looked like I was going to get a show. His right hand left his side and came to rest on his crotch, where he slowly started to massage his balls and cock under the denim. His left hand lifted up the tee shirt to reveal a well-defined chest. He started rubbing his chest and pinching his tits- large, dark nipples on a sun-browned expanse. My heart was pounding and the blood raced to my cock, which grew in record time to its full seven inches, and was pushing against my jeans to be set free.



I started rubbing it and the friction of fabric on skin was electrifying. Meanwhile, I could tell by the mound at the blond's crotch that his hidden beast was also large and was demanding to be set free. But he just spread his legs in the sand and kept on massaging his basket, enjoying every moment of it. I was so excited I thought I would faint. I had to take off my clothes. I first pulled off my shirt, and my hands played with my tits, sending shock waves down to my cock.

The feel of the hot, night air on my chest was wonderful. It was great to be young and free. I then pushed off my sneakers and pulled off my jeans. I stood in only a pair of white briefs. Of course, they were tented up front, since my pole was aching for release. I grabbed it and squeezed. I could feel a drop of pre-cum leak out and wet my underwear. The stranger seemed to get the same idea, as he got up, and still staring at the lake, pulled off his shirt, and then his pants. He now only had on a pair of white briefs, like myself. Still massaging his crotch, he walked down to the water and stared out. His left hand still played with his tits. He arched his pelvis out toward the lake, and I could tell he had at least seven good inches of hot, throbbing meat. He then turned around and started walking back toward his backpack. That's when he saw me. He froze in his tracks, his legs spread wide. I didn't know if I should run or just hold my ground. I was afraid of his rejection, but soon was reassured, as he sized me up and smiled. I guess liking what he saw. His hand found his crotch, and squeezing his cock, he arched his pelvis. I almost died, but squeezing my own cock, I managed to arch my pelvis in his direction. We stood there for about five minutes, just massaging our crotches.




My briefs were all stained at the front, since my cock was leaking love juice like crazy. The warm sticky feeling was sensuous. I then decided to get closer, and walked down to the lake and stood in front of him. We smiled and looked each other over. He was beautiful; where I was dark, he was blond. There was a lot of hair on his legs, just like mine. Our cocks were just inches apart, straining through the fabric, and I could tell he was also leaking a lot of pre-cum, as there was a large, wet spot at the front of his briefs.



We then both arched our pelvises and our dicks touched. The excitement rushed through me like a wave, and I thought I would come right then and there. But I took control, wanting to enjoy this feeling. Still not touching with our hands, we started moving our hips, mashing our cockheads together. The stains on our briefs grew larger, and the hot sticky ozze was making the sensation even more exciting. We were both moaning like two hot, lusty male animals. We both reached for each other's cock, and through the fabric, I could feel the heat of his pulsating meat. He put his hand on mine, we both squeezed, and our cocks throbbed at the same time. He then reached for my waistband, and slowly, he pulled off my briefs. My cock sprang free, slapping against my stomach, then coming to a straight-out position. His warm hand took my prick and slowly massaged it. My knees got weak from the feeling. My juice coated his hand and made the contact slick and wet. He then played with my balls, which hung quite low. His fingers softly massaged each testicle and one finger slipped behind the sac and tickled the passageway toward my ass. It was heaven. I then wanted to feel him and pulled down his briefs.



His cock sprang out and our cockheads now met freely. We thrust our cocks forward, mashing the two heads together, which were now all sticky and wet. Our pre-cum created a bond between us. My hand caressed his dick. it felt good to hold another man's cock. Our cockheads still pressed together, we slowly massaged our cocks and spread our pre-cum all the way down our shafts. In the moonlight, our two cocks were shining and glistened in the night. His hands grabbed my waist and he pulled me in closer. Our cocks slid up between our bellies, our crotch hair mingled, and our balls collided.

We became as one, as he kissed me. Our mouths opened slowly and our tongues met in a warm, wet embrace. We took time to discover each other's mouth with our tongues, as our hands played with each other's tits. Our bodies slowly rocked together and our cocks rubbed belly to belly. The juice coated our stomachs, creating a squishing sound as our cocks made love to each other. I could feel the pulse in his dick as we throbbed together, sending another drop of hot liquid through the cum passage and out of the heads.



Each time our cockheads met they would spread the liquid over each other's shaft and balls. Our moans grew louder and our tongues moved quicker, as we ground our crotches harder and faster. I could feel our shafts getting bigger, and I knew we were heading for a tremendous mutual climax. We stopped kissing to stare into each other's eyes and our mouths opened. We were now groaning out loud together,. Then, with loud cries, we both ground our crotches together, as our cocks exploded at the same time. It seemed like an eternity, as wave after wave of hot cum shot out of our dicks, covering our stomachs. We just stood there, clinging to each other, as our cries subsided and the cum finally had stopped pouring out. We made love many times that night, and I will always remember that lone stranger in my nineteenth summer.

Author unknown

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Kiss me you fool

hold me tight and love me


Hold me tight and love me
Give, though I can't return.
Look into my eyes and hug me
And pray you'll never learn.

Kiss my lips and pledge me
All you have to offer.
Touch my heart and thrill me -
Pray that you'll not suffer.

See through my reflection
and look beneath my skin,
See beyond my rejection -
Pray you're gone before it can begin.

And when it's over leave me
Though I'll not want you to go.
Only I may deceive me
And you must never know

The pain that I must suffer
When at last my story begins.

Autor unknown





Vintage Thursday

The Nazi Persecution of Homosexuals



A pink triangle, two-and-three-quarter inches high, worn on the left side of the jacket and on the right leg of the trousers, was the symbol which branded the homosexual inmates of the Nazi concentration camps. Most of them perished. In the words of a non-gay survivor: "I saw quite a number of pink triangles. I don't know how they were eventually killed. ... One day they were simply gone." The daily agony of their lives is recalled by Dr L.D. Claassen von Neudegg, a gay survivor of the Sachsenhausen camp:

After roll call on the evening of June 20, 1942, an order was suddenly given: "All prisoners with the pink triangle will remain standing at attention!" Our detail commander barked: "Three hundred criminal deviants, present as ordered!" We were registered, and then it was revealed to us that in accordance with an order from the Reichsfuehring SS, our category was to be isolated in an intensified- penalty company, and we would be transferred as a unit to the Klinker Brickwords the next morning. The Klinker factory! We shuddered, for the human death mill was more than feared. ... Forced to drag along twenty corpses, the rest of us encrusted with blood, we entered the Klinker works. ... We had been here for almost two months, but it seemed like endless years to us. When we were "transferred" here, we had numbered around 300 men. Whips were used more frequently each morning, when we were forced down into the clay pits under the wailing camp sirens. "Only 50 are still alive," whispered the man next to me. "Stay in the middle — then you won't get hit so much."



Hatred of Homosexuals

With such a rabidly heterosexual world-view, it is not difficult to understand the Nazi's hatred of homosexuals. In a nation obsessed with the birth-rate, homosexuality was a political crime. Rudolf Diels, founder of the Gestapo, in 1934 lectured his colleagues on how homosexuals had caused the downfall of ancient Greece. In 1935 all local police departments were required to submit to the Gestapo lists of suspected homosexuals; shortly there were 20,000 names on the index.

Reich Legal Director Hans Frank in 1938 issued orders for more rigorous surveillance:

Particular attention should be addressed to homosexuality, which is clearly expressive of a disposition opposed to the normal national community. Homosexual activity means the negation of the community as it must be constituted if the race is not to perish. That is why homosexual behaviour, in particular, merits no mercy.

Himmler's Division II was responsible for the control of "illegal parties and organizations, leagues and economic groups, reactionaries and the Church, freemasonry, and homosexuality." Even after serving their prison sentences, such "enemies of the state" were taken into "protective custody" (Schutzhaft) — a euphemism for internment in concentration camps.



Heinrich Himmler

The one man most directly responsible for the Nazi persecution of homosexuals was Heinrich Himmler. We have already noted that he was a fanatic heterosexualist. On the other side of the coin, he was a fanatic anti-homosexualist. By early 1937 gay men were being purged from his SS troups at the rate of merely one a month, but in that year Himmler gave a speech branding homosexuals as mentally diseased, effeminate, cowardly, liars, traitors, irresponsible and disloyal.

In his address to the Bad Tölz conference he ordered that gay SS men should be routed out, stripped of rank, expelled, court martialed, and imprisoned for the duration allowed by Paragraph 175. This was accompanied by private instructions to his generals:

After serving the sentence imposed by the court, they will, on my instructions, be taken to a concentration camp and there shot while attempting to escape.



The Concentration Camps

Male homosexuals were the lowest of the low. They were placed in the Level 3 camps: Dachau, Fühlsbüttel, Grossrosen, Lichtenburg, Mauthausen, Neuengamme, Ravensbrück and Sonnenburg. There they were placed under "triple camp discipline," which meant that they were subjected to harder work, less food, and stricter supervision than the other inmates. When they fell sick they were not allowed treatment in the clinics, and were left to die or were killed with large injections of morphine.

A survivor of one of these camps reports on the arrival of a new homosexual inmate, a healthy young man:

When he arrived, he was seized and ridiculed, then beaten and kicked, and finally spat upon. He suffered alone and in silence. Then they put him under a cold shower. It was a frosty winter evening, and he stood outside the barracks all through that long, bitterly cold night.

When morning came, his breathing had become an audible rattle. He was again beaten and kicked. Then he was tied to a post and placed under an arc lamp until he began to sweat, again put under a cold shower, and so on. He died toward evening. Bronchial pneumonia was given as the cause of his death.

Another survivor writers:

I saw a rather effeminate young man who was repeatedly forced to dance in front of SS men, who would then put him on the rack — chained hand and foot to a crossbeam in the guard-house barracks — and beat him in the most awful way. Even today I find it impossible to think back on all my comrades, all the barbarities, all the tortures, without falling into the deepest depression.



Quotas were regularly raised; men who collapsed were dragged away — often not to be seen again. The alleged idea behind the hard work was to make them "normal". This was supplemented by primitive aversion therapy and medical experimentation having little to do with so-called "cures." Neudegg recalls:

Experiments had been ordered involving living subjects and phosphorus: methods of treating phosphorus burns were to be developed and tested. I must be silent about the effects of this series of experiments, which proceeded with unspeakable pain, fear, blood and tears: for it is impossible to put the misery into words.

Gay men were given the opportunity to undergo "renunciation tests" under Himmler's orders, but even if the gay men "passed" the test and succeeded in being aroused by the prostitutes provided for them, they were not released. Few of the men gave up their homosexuality. Hoess reports: "Whenever they found an opportunity, they would fall into one another's arms." And "knowing they would never be set free," they suffered additional psychological stress. Their work became even harder, and they died like flies.

Hoess observed that many gay men in his camps formed deep and lasting relationships:

Should one of these lose his "friend" through sickness, or perhaps death, then the end could at once be foreseen. Many would commit suicide. To such natures, in such circumstances, the "friend" meant everything. There were many instances of "friends" committing suicide together.

But on the whole, many of the men with the pink triangles — especially the Strichjungen and the most swishy gays — did not give up without a struggle. As Hoess coldly remarks: "It was often not easy to drive them to the gas chambers."



The Death Toll

No one knows how many homosexual men were killed by the Nazis before and during the war. But let us look at some figures.

First, on the home front. The number of homosexual men (non-military) convicted under Paragraph 175 and sent to prison were:

* 835 in 1933
* 948 in 1934
* about 3700 in 1935
* 5321 in 1936
* 8721 in 1937
* 8115 in 1938
* 7614 in 1939
* 3773 in 1940
* 3735 in 1941
* 2678 in 1942
* 996 in the first quarter of 1943



By all accounts, hardly any of the homosexual inmates of the concentration camps survived. The pink triangles were spurned by all other groups in the concentration camps, and most non-gay survivors even today refuse to acknowledge the existence of their fellow gay prisoners. After the war, homosexuals were denied the reparations given by the German government to other groups, because they were still classified as criminals under German law. They were even denied state pensions to compensate for the amount of time spent in the concentration camps. They could be re-imprisoned for "repeat offences," and were kept on the modern lists of "sex offenders." The humane institutions of every country have condemned the treatment of all of the victims — except for homosexuals. On annual days of mourning for the victims, few countries officially mourn for homosexuals. To the survivor's comment that "one day they were simply gone" we might add "and today are all but forgotten."

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