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P.A.N.
Paedo Alert News
a magazine about boy-love

NEWS
London, Manila, Brisbane, Philadelphia, Adelaide

BEACH BOY 
a story by Kevin Esser

WHY BOY-LOVE 
a zoological hypothesis
by Arthur Johnson

LETTERS 
Western Men & 3rd World Boys

BOOKS 
Rolfe's "Toto" Stories, An Asian Minor, 
Bom Crioulo

BOYCAUGHT 
Hylas - by Edward Brongersma

THE BATTLE LINE 
Runaway boys

number 14

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Paedo Alert News 
Number 14 
December, 1982

WHAT'S INSIDE

IN BRIEF London, Manila,
Brisbane, Philadelphia, Adelaide   3

BEACH BOY
a story by Kevin Esser            10

WHY BOY-LOVE
a zoological hypothesis
by Arthur Johnson                 13

LETTERS
Western Men & Third World Boys    19

BOOKS
Rolfe's "Toto" Stories, 
An Asian Minor, Bom Crioulo       22

BOYCAUGHT - Hylas
by Edward Brongersma              26 

THE BATTLE LINE 
Boy runaways                      29

All photos in this issue, except for the 
publicity photos for "E.T." and snap 
shots taken by Ralph Alden accompanying 
The Battle Line, are by Diamond. 
Sketch on page 11 by P.N. The Christmas 
cartoon was drawn by Richard Steen.

PAN is published five times a year by The 
Coltsfoot Press, a division of Spartacus, 
P.O. Box 3496, 1001 AG Amsterdam, The Netherlands. 
Editor in Chief, John D. Stamford; 
Executive Editor, Frank Torey.

ISSN 0167.4749

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IN BRIEF . . .

NEW YORK, NY, USA   What started as a 
joke on an American recording company 
by a group of parents and kids with a 
stage/pop music/media background 
ended up launching the career of 5 boys 
in a pre-pubescent rock group which 
writes, composes and plays its own 
music. "The Bratles" have attracted the 
attention of Andy Warhol, one of Charlie's 
former Angels, the TV networks -- 
and boy-lovers lucky enough to see 
them, for at least one of the youngsters 
is sensationally good looking.

PARIS, FRANCE   The "Coral" affair (See 
P.A.N. 13, page 4) seems to be going the 
way of the famous "page boys" scandal 
in the US -- exposed as a police-political-media 
invention. It seems that Jean-Claude 
Krief, who accused the management 
of a small "alternative" private 
home for disturbed children in the south 
of France of having and promoting sexual 
contacts with the kids, is a liar, 
blackmailer, spy and petty criminal. 
Furthermore, he is in the employ of the 
gutter press, specifically the Saturday 
police rag Minute and notorious yellow 
journalist Jacques Tillier (see PAN 10, 
page 18). Krief has been used by a 
strange assortment of right-wing political 
types, reactionary police and a kiddie-sex-obsessed 
"juge d'instruction" (the French equivalent 
of the American D.A. or public prosecutor) 
by the name of Michel Saltzmann 
<ARCHIVIST'S CORRECTION: Salzmann (see 
PAN 15:19, 16:5,9,28, 17:30 and 18:9)>
to try to shoot down some liberal 
literary figures and a minister 
in socialist Premier Mitterrand's cabinet. 
The French gay community is outraged 
over the willingness of the Right 
(especially this evil Saltzmann <see correction above>) 
to violate the law and trample upon the truth, 
people's right to privacy and childrens' lives: 
it staged a protest in Paris on 17 November. 
In addition, a committee was formed 
by the parents of the children at Coral to 
defend the accused and raise money for 
their legal expenses -- Liberation has 
printed some of the letters from the 
furious fathers. Even the local priest in 
Aimargues, where Coral is located, has 
come out in defense of the accused who, 
when last heard, had all been released 
from preventive detention. Now strong 
voices are demanding an investigation of 
the irregularities in Saltzmann's
<ARCHIVIST'S CORRECTION: Salzmann's (see
PAN 15:19, 16:5,9,28, 17:30 and 18:9)>
office.  The references below give an idea of the 
literally hundreds of newspaper and 
magazine articles about this sad affair, 
which might just be turned around 
against our enemies and used to discredit 
them and so weaken their power.
SOURCES: Le Matin, 16, 18, 20, 21 
Oct, 1982; Minute, 23, 30 Oct, 1982; Le Journal 
de <ARCHIVIST'S CORRECTION: du> Dimanche, 
17 Oct, 1982; Le Monde, 17, 19, 20, 21, 
23, 26 Oct, 1982; Liberation, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 
23, 25, 28, 30 Oct, 1 Nov 1982; Le 
Figaro, 18, 20 Oct, 1982; France-Soir, 
18, 19 Oct, 1982; Le Parisien Libere, 19 
Oct, 1982; Le Quotidien de Paris, 19, 21 
Oct, 1982; Le Nouvel Observateur, 23 
Oct, 1982; Les Nouvelles Litteraires, 28 
Oct, 1982; Paris March, 28 Oct, 1982.

BRISBANE, AUSTRALIA   The continuing 
reverberations from the Clarence 
Osborne case (See The Man They Called 
a Monster by Paul Wilson offered to 
P.A.N. subscribers in colour supplement 
of this issue) have produced a fascinating 
glimpse into Queensland police psychology 
in a recent article by Sergeants 
Dugald McMillan and David Jeffries of

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the Juvenile Aid Bureau published in the 
Australian Crime Prevention Council 
Quarterly Journal (Vol 4 No 6). The good 
sergeants feel that the laws of evidence 
and police investigation unduly restrict 
the police in trying to secure arrests and 
convictions of "child abusers". Child 
abuse is, of course, any kind of sexual 
contact with persons under sixteen. 
While social workers are frequently seen 
by boy-lovers as threats to their relationships 
with kids, and to the kids themselves 
(See PAN 11, page 36), Sgts. 
McMillan and Jeffries regard them as 
misguided obstructionists and deplore all 
attempts to "legitimise, legalise and
rationalise" adult/child sexual relationships. 
They are especially miffed by the 
law which prevents a person under 
seventeen from testifying against his 
older friend in a consensual sexual act 
because he is then "an accomplice to the 
offense". They would like to set up a new 
category of assault called "assault by 
invitation" -- in other words, solicitation 
of a minor. Finally they think police 
informers in potential "child abuse" situations 
should be given civil immunity from libel suits!

They are disturbed about the government 
being prevented from getting more 
into "the kid business" (orphanages and

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HOLLYWOOD, CA, USA   It is nice to write something 
positive after a USA heading. E.T. (The 
Extra Terrestrial) is a touching film about a 
little boy and a bewildered visitor from
space which has become a great hit in America and
promises to be just as successful in 
Europe. Boy-lovers will especially appreciate 
hero Henry Thomas, a nice looking pre-pubescent 
lad who proves that Hollywood kid stars don't
have to act like idealized wooden replicas of 
their daddys. P.A.N. readers will also enjoy 
Robert Macnaughton, a handsome teenager. The 
story revolves around a space creature deserted 
by his comrades in California and befriended 
by a group of children who try to shield him from 
the fightened <sic(!)> and threatening 
world of Earth adults. The effects are lots 
of fun, and creature E.T., who was manipulated 
by more than 20 technicians, is one of the 
best yet.

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reform schools and such) and deplore 
commonly expressed feelings of social 
workers as: "As long as there is love in 
the home, why remove the child?"; "A 
bad home is better than a good institution"; 
"Why prosecute? What is achieved?".

The good sergeants are dumbfounded 
that they receive almost no complaints of 
"child abuse" while, extrapolating from 
American statistics, they are convinced 
that there are some 20,000 "cases" in 
Queensland a year. Most imcomprehensible 
is the attitude of the "victims" of 
"sexual abuse" themselves: most of the 
time they don't want to testify against 
the "deviant" who "defiled" them! 
"Such is the relationship between the 
child and the adult that seldom, if ever, is 
a complaint volunteered . . . The relationship 
develops to a stage the child even 
feels loyalty to the male companion."
SOURCE: Gay Community News (Australia), Nov, 1982

LONDON, ENGLAND   The Paedophile 
Information Exchange was again under 
attack from the gutter press and Parliamentary 
foe Geoffrey Dickens (See PAN 
8, page 21; PAN 12, page 9). It seems 
that another Geoffrey, one Geoffrey 
Arthur Prime, who was unmasked as a 
Soviet mole last month, was also a lover 
of little girls -- and was actually arrested 
as a sex offender, whereupon his wife 
discovered some of his spying equipment 
under his bed and turned it in to the 
police. Unfortunately, Prime fooled not 
only his superiors at the top-secret 
electronic intelligence centre at 
Cheltenham and the whole British 
intelligence apparatus, but also PIE, of 
which the executive committee was horrified 
to discover he was a member. A 
great "red paed under the bed" panic is 
currently being orchestrated by the London 
media and Geoffrey Dickens, who 
wants to have PIE placed on the same 
footing as the IRA, in other words, 
outlawed as an enemy of the state! The 
leadership of PIE can at least feel 
complimented at being credited with more
counter-spy savvy at bringing a mole to 
the surface than all the experts in British 
Intelligence.
SOURCE: Time, 22 Nov, 1982.

LOS ANGELES, CA, USA   Los Angeles 
Police Department Officer Rodney Sieg 
found himself in hot water last February 
17 when a gay by the name of Arthur 
Weinger, trying to improve relations 
between the notorious LAPD and the gay 
community, introduced himself as a 
member of the "Gay and Lesbian Police 
Task Force". Sieg (heil!) turned to a 
fellow police officer and said, "What is 
this department coming to when the 
criminals are telling us what to do? Next 
thing they'll have prostitutes and child 
molesters riding along and advising us. I 
mean, they're minorities, too."
We don't know whether it's because 
Sieg called gays criminals or because he 
implied they were as degenerate as 
prostitutes and paedophiles, but the fact 
is he was actually suspended for a week 
and as a result is $500 poorer!
SOURCE: Gay Community News, 16 Oct, 1982.

MUNCHEN, WEST GERMANY   Three 
separate 1983 POJKART calendars for 
boy-lovers can be ordered from us. One 
is a collection of Otto Lohmuller paintings 
(some are full-length nude studies, seven 
in full colour), a second has black and 
white photographs and the third black 
and white portraits by Michel Gourlier. 
Prices: Lohmuller Calendar: AUS$ 20, 
OSch 280, BFr 800, CAN$ 21, DKr 130, 
IRE 12, FMk 80, FFr 110, Drch 1100, Llt 
24,000, Yen 5100, HFl 40, NZ$ 25, NKr 
110, Esc 1400, Rand 23, Ptas 1770, SKr 
110, SFr 35, £10, US$ 20, DM 40; 
South America US$ 21; all other 
countries US$ 20. Other two 
calenders, <sic> each: 
AUS$ 13, OSch 195, BFr 580, CAN$ 
15, DKr 105, IRE 8.50, FMk 60, FFr 80, 
Drch 850, Llt 17,000, Yen 3500, HFl 30, 
NZ$ 17, NKr 85, Esc 1200, Rand 16, 
Ptas 1350, SKr 85, SFr 25, £6, US$ 12, 
DM 30; Middle East, Cent. America & N. 
Africa US$ 12; all other countries US$13.

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MANILA, PHILIPPINES   At long last, after 
strong pressure from the West, the 
government of The Philippines has 
instituted a crackdown on sexual dalliance 
between Philippine kids and foreigners. 
"Arrest and deport all alien sex perverts!" 
said Immigration Commissioner 
Edmundo M. Reyes on 5 November, 
ordering all 56 alien control officers 
scattered throughout the island republic to
"check the 'unhappy' state of child 
prostitution in the Philippines reportedly 
being perpetrated mostly by Caucasian 
tourists," according to one of the large 
Manila daily newspapers. At the same 
time Reyes ordered Immigration 
Intelligence Chief Lamberto F. Almeda to 
form a special team (dubbed "Task Force 
Hookers") to immediately start arresting 
suspected child prostitutes. The "hunt

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Report from a Manila correspondent, 
15 October, 1982:

The international media, along with 
the local press, is catching on to the 
long-obvious fact that the Philippines 
is a favourite destination of gays. The 
immediate future, if not longer, looks 
grim for "the scene" in this country.

In early October the International 
Harold <sic> Tribune carried 
a long and predictably 
biased report on child prostitution 
in Manila. The Trib carries considerable 
weight with the Philippine 
government because of its international 
readership. Gay residents of the 
country believe the scene is already 
experiencing the effects of such publicity.

In the near future, Ms Magazine in 
the US reportedly will carry an article 
dealing with female child prostitution, 
which will almost certainly have 
ramifications in the boy scene.

When President Marcos departed for 
his state visit to the US he turned loose 
on the country something called barrangay 
tanod, or village peace-keepers, 
a kind of vigilante police. One group of 
them took up posts in the evening in 
Manila's tourist belt and began enforcing 
forceably the 10 pm curfew for 
minors. Arrests of minors were immediate.

A number of young girls were 
arrested the first night, said they were 
prostitutes and the story was picked up 
and front-paged the following day by 
an afternoon tabloid. Asked for comment, 
the Commissioner on Immigraion <sic> 
and Deportation said any foreigner 
caught with an underage girl or boy in
his hotel would be arrested and deported.

Within a week a long article was 
published in a respected afternoon 
daily defending man-boy relationships 
in the Philippines. Resident gays held 
their breaths. There was absolutely no response.

The barrangay tanod, meanwhile, 
continued harassing youths in the 
tourist belt, effectively closing down 
the scene, at least for the present.

In Pagsanjan, meanwhile, the 
favourite haunt of touring gays, the 
Lodge, posted guards at the swimming 
pool and forbade underage boys entry 
to the Lodge unless accompanied and 
registered by guests. This, the 
management said, was because of thefts and drugs.

The San Carlos Hotel in Manila 
closed its doors completely to minor 
visitors for two weeks, immediately 
losing 11 clients. The closure is slowly 
being lifted but guests are encountering 
problems about visitors still at this writing.

On October 10 one of Manila's afternoon 
tabloids carried a photograph of a 
small boy and a Dutch tourist in company 
of police officers. In the local 
language the caption reported that the 
Dutchman was accused by the boy of 
taking him to a Manila pension from 
Luneta Park and sexually molesting him.

There is a very strong chill in the 
Philippine scene at present, a kind of 
anxious waiting to see if further publicity 
will come and whether such publicity 
will lead to an all-out purge.

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against undesirable aliens" will center on 
tourist spots like Pagsanjan and Baguio. 
"It was garnered that many of these 
places have become a haven for foreign 
drug addicts and sex perverts," the paper 
reported. Police, of course, have been 
brought into the action.

There have been quick results. "At 
least six child prostitutes who have been 
victimized by foreign sex perverts already 
have been turned over to the Ministry of 
Social Services and Development for 
rehabilitation." In The Philippines that 
means, invariably, incarceration for a few 
weeks in a youth prison camp where the 
youngsters are raped by the guards and 
bigger children, physically brutalized and 
underfed. After this government 
rehabilitation is over they are turned 
loose again with a short haircut.

Terre Des Hommes, (See PAN 8, page 
5; PAN 10, pages 7, 9 & 38; PAN 11, 
page 6; PAN 12, pages 4 & 12; PAN 13, 
page 5) the Swiss Christian do-good 
"charity" which generated much of the 
pressure on The Philippines government, 
must have been especially happy when 
among the first arrests of "foreign sex 
perverts" were three Swiss fellow-citizens. 
Two of the men, whose names 
and ages were given in the Manila papers, 
were caught with two 14-year-old boys 
in their hotel room; the other was picked 
up in a shopping centre in the company 
of three boys. The boys were questioned 
by the police, at which time they are 
supposed to have made statements saying 
the Swiss men had paid them money for 
sex. Almeda recommended that the 
foreigners be deported. (For a first-hand 
description of the deteriorating climate in 
The Philippines, see coloured box.) 
SOURCE: Maynila, 6 Nov, 1982

PHILADELPHIA, PA, USA   On October 9 
NAMBLA held its 6th annual membership 
conference here in the Gay and Lesbian 
Community Center and was attended by 
some 65 members and 15 selected 
observers. Predictably the lesbian/feminist 
element was horrified: NAMBLA 
was "anti-woman, anti-child, anti-gay", 
according to one Roaslie Davies of

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Custody Action for Lesbian Mothers 
(CALM). Roberta Hackler of Voyage 
House, Inc. feared the community center, 
through its "affiliation with NAMBLA", 
supports the "stereotyping of lesbians 
and gay men as child molesters". Tacie 
Vergara of the National Association of 
Social Workers Women's Issues Task 
Force of Pennsylvania said, "I firmly 
believe that almost all cases of a sexual 
relationship between an adult and a child 
constitute sexual abuse . . . By totally 
ignoring questions of issues of dominance and 
power (the NAMBLA position) amounts 
to nothing more than advocating greater 
sexual license for men."

A few voices of reason were raised, 
however. Ed Hermance of the famous 
Giovanni's Room bookshop and book 
service, said, "I've talked with several 
hundred men and boys who claim they 
had intimate relationships. I believe they 
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foundly as two adults care about each other."

For once the feminists lost and the 
meeting was allowed to take place. In 
light of the recent FBI pressure on 
NAMBLA, much of the discussion centered 
around defense both of the 
organization and its individual members 
from hysterical and illegal harassment by 
Federal, state and local authorities. Some 
members urged, as expedient, the adoption 
of some minimal age of consent 
recommendation, but this was voted down.
SOURCE: Gay Community News, 23 Oct, 1982.

UNITED STATES OF AMERICA   An 
interesting example of how the media in 
the US turns a social phenomenon into a 
social problem, and then blames a sexual 
minority for it, is a recent story by Datson 
Rader in Parade, a US newspaper Sunday 
supplement. A former child-runaway 
himself, he is now a successful writer. 
After a fairly sensible introduction he 
goes off into the realms of fantasy: 
"There are local and national call services 
and 'buy-a-kid' rings from which 
customers can purchase a runaway child 
for a night or permanently. In New York, 
runaways told me that the cost of buying 
a child for life was $5000. It's cheaper 
elsewhere. In San Diego, for example, I 
interviewed a runaway who had been 
sold by his grandfather to a woman for 
$500." (Rader doesn't explain whether 
the buyer gets back his $5000 or $500 
from the "ring" if the purchased runaway 
runs away again from the purchaser.) 
From here on the article fairly bristles 
with dubious statements: "Many runaway 
children don't live long -- 150,000 
children disappear each year." "A major 
cause of death among runaway boys 
engaged in prostitution is rectal hemorrhage."

Writers like Datson Rader never seem 
to get it right. The truth is that the vast 
majority of these kids actually prefer the 
street to living at home or becoming victims 
of the "kid industry" -- the 
burgeoning archipelago of dreary, often
brutal, youth prisons scattered across the 
countries of the Western World and 
administered by incompetent and unfeeling 
bureaucrats. The boys' plight is 
seldom soured by paedophiles "who 
prey on their innocent bodies". A commonly 
expressed hope of thousands of 
runaway boys is that they be taken in 
more or less permanently by a man who 
cares for them -- and if sex is part of the 
bargain, so what? Rader betrays the 
youths he claims he would like to protect 
by pointing an easy finger at the "child 
molester" and refusing to identify the 
factors in modern society which have 
turned the age-old phenomenon of runaway kids 
into a social problem (see THE BATTLE LINE).
SOURCE: Parade, 5 Sep, 1982.

ADELAIDE, AUSTRALIA   The Department 
for Community Welfare's Working Party 
on Child Sexual Abuse here has produced 
a 33-page mimeographed booklet 
intended as a guide for professionals 
who may be "persons of first contact for 
families in which the sexual abuse of 
children has taken place". One interesting 
sidelight is given in the chapter titled 
"Incidence". In 1980, 48 cases of child 
sexual abuse were reported to Child 
Protection panels in South Australia. Of 
these "victims" only one was a male, a 
boy aged 14 years! (One explanation of 
the low overall reporting is that 
"professional persons have been unaware in the 
past of their obligation to notify"!) About 
a dozen phone numbers are given for 
help in the Adelaide area. "Help" includes 
"intervention on behalf of the child", 
"support and treatment for the family" 
and, significantly, criminal prosecution 
"only after consideration by an informal 
group, committee or panel of the likely 
consequences of such action to the family 
and the victim".

There is a lengthy list of "skills needed 
in interviewing the child or adolescent 
victim" and the same for interviewing the 
"alleged abuser" (Point M: "Need to be 
aware of the alleged abuser's level of 
impulse control, tolerance for frustration, 
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stability"). One encouraging feature is 
that the following statement is printed in 
itallics <sic> near the end of the pamphlet: 
In most instances sexual trauma, unless 
reinforced by Court testifying or parental 
over-reaction, produces few permanent 
consequences.
SOURCE: "The Sexual Abuse of 
Children", available from the Dept. for 
Community Welfare, Box 39, Rundle St. 
P.O., Adelaide, S.A. 5000, Australia, 
September, 1982.

MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA   In a 
newspaper article entitled Students, 
Teachers and Sex -- a Volatile Mix 
passing reference was made to an interesting 
racket of some rebellious schoolboys 
which was all too easy to carry off in a 
climate of child-sex hysteria: "One 
particularly dedicated male teacher tried to 
make life more interesting for his class in 
a deprived suburb of Melbourne. With 
their parents' permission he would take 
them to the country on weekends. After 
trouble with six boys in a class he wrote 
letters to their parents arranging a 
meeting. Feeling threatened the boys 
concocted stories about sexual advances. 
The police arrived at the teacher's home, 
he was suspended from teaching for 12 
months and, although he was eventually 
found innocent, his career was ruined." 
SOURCE: The Age, 11 Sep, 1982.

NEW YORK, NY, USA   As the United 
States slips back toward the Dark Ages 
of child sex-repression, Show Me! the 
much applauded sex education book for 
children, was withdrawn by its US 
publishers before the vigilantes could jail 
them after the recent "kiddie-porn" 
decision of the US Supreme Court (See 
P.A.N. 13, page 9). "The decision is a 
vexing erosion of our First Amendment 
right to read and publish, and the loss of 
a superb and enlightened work of sexual 
orientation for young people," said 
Thomas McCormack, president of St. 
Martin's Press. Do-gooders, especially 
Christian do-gooders, were delighted 
over the withdrawal, if sceptical about 
whether it was for real. Craig Loken,
senior attorney for Covenant House, a 
Catholic "shelter" for "runaways", called 
the recall "a publicity stunt". Show Me! 
is "an extremely tasteless work," he 
opined. He would "protect children from 
seeing it". He is "concerned about 
children who are damaged because of 
being shown in a very personal part of 
their lives." (Personal -- secret -- sin -- 
and let's keep it that way, world without 
end . . .!) He also says that, of the million 
US kids who run away from home each 
year, "perhaps 30,000 survive by making 
pornography". (Now, let's just see: if 
it costs $4000 a year for the average kid 
to "survive", that means kiddie-porn 
featuring runaways alone nets them one 
billion two-hundred million dollars! Oh, 
well, if you're "working for the Lord" 
everyone expects you to lie.) Citizens of 
other countries can still obtain Show Me! 
in most of the major languages of the world.
SOURCE: Gay Community News, 23 Oct, 1982.

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BEACH BOY

by Kevin Essex

Nicky is back . . . again.

I watch for him daily from my 
lifeguard's perch above the beach. At 
first his visits were erratic; but for two 
weeks now he has appeared each day 
without fail, sauntering with the easy 
grace of a young prince, every lean, 
supple inch of him glowing a deep reddish 
brown, like dark copper. I've never seen 
such a gorgeously tanned boy. Never.

Today -- as always -- he is alone, and 
wearing the same skimpy yellow briefs 
that first quickened my breath more than 
a month ago when he appeared lit 
seemed) from nowhere and dropped 
lightly to his knees in front of my chair. 
He couldn't, I guessed then, have been 
more than thirteen years old, yet was 
without a companion, and as perfectly at 
ease as a lone pup out for a bit of a romp. 
I was intrigued. I climbed down, walked 
slowly toward him. And as my shadow 
touched his cheek he turned, grinning, 
and said simply, "My name's Dominic."

I crouched next to him, watching his 
buttocks bouncing lightly against his 
smooth calves as he scooped sand into a 
pile. Then he glanced back around and 
added, "But you can call me Nicky, OK?" 
with a crinkle of his sun-pinkened nose.

OK . . . and so it began. But we talked 
little that first day: I had my duties to 
perform, and was forced, after returning to 
my chair, to watch from a distance as the 
boy constructed a very crude castle, then 
stood up and moved down the beach. I 
hoped as he wandered off that he might 
turn and confirm our bud of friendship 
with a smile or a wave. But I hoped in vain. . . .

Did he come back the next day? Or 
was it the day after? Time becomes 
jumbled . . . plays tricks. But he did return: 
silhouetted against the sea's sequin-sparkle, 
ambling towards me kicking 
gently at the sand. When our eyes met he
smiled. And as I smiled back and climbed 
down from my chair to greet him his 
glossy brown hair stirred in feathery 
wisps about his ears.

"Back again?" I called.

"I like it here," Nicky answered, one 
hand turned backwards and resting lightly 
on his hip.

"Where are your friends?" 

"Friends?"

"Well, you must come here with somebody."

"No . . . nobody." Then, pointing vaguely 
up the beach, "My aunt lives over there. 
But she's old! She never comes here." 

"Your aunt?"

Nicky glanced away at the foaming 
surf with the faintest of sighs and shifted 
his weight from right foot to left. "I stay 
with my aunt . . . all the time."

Enough. I inquired no further. Perhaps I 
should have.

Of course I should have.

It was a week before I saw him again. I 
was surprised -- even then -- at the violent 
catch of breath in my throat as he 
roamed into view. I'd forgotten, somehow, 
the dark, graceful beauty of him.

He waved, then broke into a fluid trot, 
his feet kicking up sand in golden plumes 
as he approached grinning. Was it eagerness 
that prompted his haste? Joy at 
seeing a friend? Or merely an eruption of 
boyish energy? I watched, and wondered.

"I've been gone," he announced, 
slightly winded now and panting softly 
gazing up at me squinting with jade-green 
eyes into the sun.

"I know . . .I missed you."

"I had to go to the city with my aunt 
and see a judge."

I nodded, waiting.

"And he said my aunt's too old and 
gets sick too much so I gotta go live with 
somebody else." He shrugged, weary of

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the world and its peculiar ways.

"With who?" A stab of . . . what? Grief? 
Fear? Sorrow?

"I don't know. They gotta find somebody." 
He smiled and pointed (I thought) 
at me. "Can I use some of that?"

I looked down. "This?" and picked up 
my bottle of suntan lotion.

He nodded, and lifted a hand to shade his eyes.

"I don't think you really need any, do you?"

"I like the way it smells," he replied 
rather cryptically.

"OK," I said, "catch," then tossed him 
the bottle, which he grabbed with both 
hands against his chest.

"I want it on my back!" he pointed out, 
sitting down onto the hot sand as I ventured 
from my perch and knelt beside him.

I squirted the white lotion onto his 
freckled brown shoulders. He flinched as 
it dribbled cold down his back. "That feels funny!"

I spread it gently, letting my hand slip 
in slow, slow circles. "So you'll be moving 
away pretty soon, hah?"

"Yeah, I guess . . . but I don't mind too 
much. I've moved a million times since 
my mom died last year."

"And your dad?"

"Never knew him," Nicky shrugged, 
then jerked as I squirted a bit more lotion 
between his sharp shoulder blades. 
Lulled by my stroking hand, he lowered 
himself slowly onto his belly and lay 
resting with his cheek flat against folded 
arms. "That feels super," he 
sighed . . . then giggled as I drizzled the cold 
lotion onto first one thigh, then the other, 
smearing it with a hand nearly trembling 
now feeling the hard young muscle 
tensed as I stroked lower to the soft 
hollow behind the knees, lower still to the 
lean calves tanned dark and silky without a hair.

At the feet I stopped -- breathless. 
"Do you want me to do your front?" 

He rolled over, nodding. "Yeah, I do . . ." 
then stared with an odd wide-eyed intensity 
as I began a slippery massage of his 
chest and belly and slender brown legs,

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letting my hand slide down to the ankles 
then up again slowly to the knees and up 
farther farther as Nicky spread his thighs 
welcoming my hand with a soft moan. I 
glanced around at the nearly-deserted 
beach while my hand continued its timid 
exploration feeling a swelling now between 
the boy's legs as I pushed my 
fingers beneath the yellow elastic past 
soft damp hair to where I found him hard and warm.

Then, quickly, I withdrew my hand. "I'm sorry," 
I murmurred, <sic> apologizing to 
the youngster for starting what couldn't 
be finished -- not there, not then.

Nicky (my patient, sweet-tempered 
boy) nodded understandingly and sat up. 
"That's OK," he said, and I think he smiled.

Wiping a trickle of sweat from my 
cheek, I caught a whiff of him sharp and 
sweaty on my fingers.

"I'll come back later," he said, already 
springing to his feet. "After supper . . . OK?"

"Definitely OK," I replied, then laughed 
in joyful amazement as the boy (heedless 
of the sunbathers around us) gave me a 
quick hug before loping away up the 
beach . . . a hug that I could still feel warm 
around my neck when at last he reappeared 
on the empty beach like a sprite in 
the golden evening sun. I laughed in an 
echo of my earlier joy as he wrapped me 
again in his arms, an embrace which I 
now freely, eagerly returned.

Then, high-spirited as a little colt, he 
pulled away smiling. "Let's swim for a 
while . . . you wanna?" And as I watched he 
wriggled the snug yellow trunks down his 
legs past the knees and stepped free. 
"Come on!" he waved, and together we 
plunged into the gleaming surf, where I 
frollicked <sic> in ways forgotten since 
childhood until our fatigue brought us finally 
stumbling and laughing back to the beach.

I trailed (reverently) behind the boy as 
he trudged naked through the wet sand 
up into the dunes. His body was burned a 
ruddy brown everywhere but his sweet little 
rump glinstening <sic> white as ivory 
flexing smooth as I stepped closer and 
cupped it softly causing Nicky to turn and 
show me with a gentle smile the evidence 
of his desire bobbing pink and pretty 
between his thighs.

"Now," he whispered, then purring 
deep in his throat like an eager little kit 
sank slowly to his knees dragging me 
down with him onto the warm bed of sand . . .

 . . .and as he approaches now I smile 
and wonder how much longer we must 
wait before the judge awards me 
custody. I've been assured there are no 
problems. It is, I'm told, merely a matter 
of time. My patience wears thin now and 
again, but Nicky reassures me. There is, 
he says, no rush. . . .

We have the rest of our lives.

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WHY BOY-LOVE?

by Arthur Johnson

The purpose of this article is to set out 
a "zoological" hypothesis on why some 
men love boys, and to invite confirmation 
of it or otherwise, especially from those 
qualified in relevant disciplines.

Briefly, the hypothesis is that the 
human male animal has an inbuilt instinct 
to protect and love pubescent boys, 
important to the species because half-grown 
boys are endangered by the competitive 
instinct of adult males during the 
lengthy period of human pubescence.

Before stating this hypothesis more 
fully, let me define some assumptions.

Assumption 1

The personality (or, if one prefers, 
behaviour) of an individual member of 
any advanced species is a permutation, 
specific to itself, of many instincts built 
into its species. It will have some of these 
instincts in stronger form than its 
fellows, some in weaker, some perhaps 
absent. In the human species, the 
individual's personality is also modified 
by the exercise of intelligence, consciously 
controlling his instinctual inclinations.

One such instinct is competitive male 
behaviour. Human males, like those of 
many other species, are programmed to 
compete with one another, for power, 
sex, and other desiderata. Additional 
instincts relevant to my topic are the sex 
drive, the herding instinct (man is 
gregarious), and the wish to protect and 
encourage (small) children.

Assumption 2

The physical and emotional development 
of animals to adulthood falls into a 
number of recognisable stages:

Infancy The infant is totally dependent, 
physically and emotionally. 

Childhood The child is physically 
independent over short periods 
(hours not days), but remains emotionally 
totally dependent. It benefits 
from the pro-child instinct in adults, 
which it evokes by appealing "childhood 
indicators" (childish appearance 
and behaviour), and by manifestly not being a rival.

Pubescence The just pre- and just 
post-pubescent animal is acquiring a 
reasonable degree of physical independence, 
but is emotionally still 
largely dependent, though beginning 
to break away. It is starting to lose the 
childhood indicators (in the case of 
human boys, growing fast and losing 
bodily softness, the voice breaking, 
the pubic hair sprouting). It is beginning 
to become a rival in some 
respects (e.g. sexual capacity) to 
adults.

Young adulthood The young adult is 
physically and emotionally independent. 
It is adult in appearance, and an 
evident rival to other adults.

The Hypothesis

The hypothesis may now be elaborated 
as follows. The pubescence stage 
constitutes a problem in all species with 
the competitive male instinct, in that the 
pubescent male is at risk of being seen, 
and treated, as a competitor by adult 
males, without having the physical or 
emotional resources to cope. This 
problem is particularly acute for the 
human species, because with our slow 
physical development the pubescence 
stage lasts an unusually long time (say 
3-4 years from being obviously a child to 
being a reasonably competitive adult), 
despite the growth spurt that, no doubt 
for this reason, accompanies it. In 
compensation for this peculiarly human 
problem, human males have an inbuilt, 
animal, pro-pubescent boy instinct, to 
mitigate the risk of destroying 
adolescents before they can mature.

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This instinct is triggered by "adolescence 
indicators", comparable to the 
"childhood indicators", in the boys. 
These consist primarily of the pubescent 
boy's distinctive tall, slim shape, his 
tender, blooming, almost hairless skin, 
and his sexiness. As the sexuality of 
adolescents is strong, the pro-pubescent 
boy instinct, unlike the pro-child instinct, 
tends to manifest itself in a sexual form. 
In most adults it is weaker than the sexual 
instinct towards women; in some it is stronger.

Correspondingly, the pubescent boy 
has inbuilt instincts of his own, to break 
away from emotional dependence on his 
parents, to seek relationships with other 
adults, and to respond to adult admiration 
and protection. These too have a 
tendency to operate sexually.

On achieving adulthood his body 
reaches competitive maturity; the tall, 
slim shape changes, coarse body and 
facial hair appear. The old instincts on 
both sides cease to act; the young man's
sexuality focusses on its long term 
objective (usually women).

Two Riders

This is an appealing theory, though 
objections leap to mind and will be discussed 
shortly. Two general observations first.

One is that the hypothesis is essentially 
zoological and in no way ethical. If it 
were valid it might explain boy-love but it 
would not justify it. There are plenty of 
zoologically programmed behaviours 
upon which society chooses to frown, 
like men's instinct to have sex with every 
woman in sight, or the instinct to open 
the bowels for flight when frightened. 
This article is less concerned with ethics 
than with origins -- but it would be nice to 
understand why some of us are attracted 
to boys rather than women.

The second observation is that any 
hypothesis worthy of the name must 
have a means, preferably of proof, or at 
least of weighing evidence for or against 
it. I shall suggest at the end of this article 
some kinds of evidence which would 
support the hypothesis, which appropriate 
experts might provide or deny.

Objections and Questions

I am setting a series of these out in 
question and answer form for clarity: I 
certainly don't pretend to offer a full set 
of adequate answers. What seem to me 
the two most difficult questions are kept to last.

If boy-love is an inbuilt instinct, why is 
it so widely and passionately disapproved?

As the disapproval is in the sphere of 
ethics not zoology, it provides no evidence 
for or against the existence of the instinct.

But how did such disapproval arise? 

Presumably from a mixture of general 
disapproval of sexuality, of the desire 
common in sophisticated societies to 
prolong childhood, and of the wish, 
conceivably based on insecurity, for 
clear-cut male/female role differentiation.

If boy-love is switched off by the 
physical signs of maturity, why does

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homosexuality exist between adult males?

Adult homosexuality is, I believe, a 
quite separate phenomenon from boy 
love, overlapping at the edges, but in 
general affecting different individuals 
and for different reasons.

You stress the risks of adult-adolescent 
competition. But much boy-love 
applies to pre-pubertal boys (choir boys 
and all that) who are not yet adult-like.

My suggestion is that boy-love is provoked 
by the adolescent indicators 
(shape, skin, sexiness), which start to 
develop shortly before puberty, before 
the competitive, and hence dangerous, 
stage of development is reached. There 
is obvious utility in a protective instinct 
getting to work before it is needed, rather 
than after and perhaps too late.

Why hypothesize a new instinct? Isn't 
the protection of adolescents just an 
extension of the instinct to protect children?

The indicators of childhood and 
pubescence are different. Children aren't 
perceived as competitors. I don't think 
most men react instinctively to adolescents 
in the same way as to children. I 
certainly don't (quite apart from sex).

An instinct to protect doesn't require 
sexual desire. We don't desire kittens, say.

Perfectly true. I can only say that this 
particular protective instinct does seem 
to involve sexual desire -- of another 
sexy human body.

Isn't this the "Greek love" theory again?

Not as I understand it. I understand 
"Greek love" to be a sophisticated, 
essentially educational, justification for 
boy-love. What I am describing is primitive 
and instinctual. Greek love might 
perhaps have its roots in it.

If adolescent boys are supposed to 
depend for survival on adult admiration 
and protection, why aren't all adolescent 
boys attractive?

Why aren't all women attractive? It is 
worth noting that the stronger adolescents, 
those less in need of protection, 
tend to appeal less to boy-lovers than
frailer ones.

if the boy-lover is the protector, the 
male type in the relationship, wouldn't 
he always take the male part in sexual 
techniques? But boy-love doesn't work 
like that.

It doesn't follow. Between lovers any 
physically possible embrace may be 
welcomed. Emotionally, all sexual activity 
is the same thing.

If the hypothesis were right, all 
primitive tribes should practise boy-love. 

Perhaps, but how many truly primitive 
tribes, in the sense of having no social 
refinements of instinct, are there? How 
many, for example, go totally naked? 

The age of puberty and the age of full 
maturity have been getting earlier. In 
some hypothetical 'primitive state'; boy 
puberty would arrive at something like 
16, and full maturity at 20. What does 
that do to the hypothesis?

Not much really. A 16-20 year old 
adolescent might be better able to look 
after himself intellectually than one of 
13-17, but the physical problem of his 
competitiveness is not affected by 
absolute age.

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How do puberty rites, circumcision 
and so on, relate to the hypothesis? 

They go beyond instinctual behaviour, 
and cast light on the hypothesis only in 
that they confirm the special interest 
adults have in pubescence.

There are various theories attributing 
boy-love to narcissism, or to inability (or 
unwillingness) to sustain a mature 
relationship. How about these?

They may not be wrong in individual 
cases. Maybe such characteristics in a 
particular individual might make it easier 
for his boy-love to outweigh his woman-love 
instinct, although narcissism and 
immaturity are hardly unknown among 
woman-lovers. However, I find it 
impossible to believe these theories are 
general: boy-love is surely more widely 
and deeply rooted than they suggest.

Girls too can be tall and slim, have 
blooming skin, and be sexy. Indeed this is 
from time to time the fashionable look.

Yes. Such girls may, for many men, 
appeal to the woman-lover instinct and 
to the pro-pubescent boy instinct as well.

Why the North/South difference between 
attitudes to boy-love?

It seems to be as much a difference in 
attitudes to sex generally as in attitudes 
to boy-love. Climate, religion, immemorial 
custom all probably have something to 
do with it. Boy-love does seem to be 
"hereditary" in that it is accepted by 
generation after generation of boys (and 
men) in places where it is established.

If, as the hypothesis states, there is a 
widespread instinct among men to love 
boys and among boys to reciprocate, 
what effects does the suppression in 
practice of the behaviour prompted by 
these instincts have?

On most men, only that they have to 
be careful what forms they allow their 
relationships with boys to take. On boy 
lovers, frustration or danger. Too bad for them!

But what about the boys, for whose 
benefit the whole instinctual system is 
hypothesised?

In a civilised society they do get 
protected from the dangers of competing 
adults, though by other means: we simply 
don't allow adolescents to compete 
with adults, either sexually or generally. 
But they probably lose out somewhat on 
adult companionship as a result of our 
taboos. And they don't get the physical 
love. Is that a problem? Does it throw 
them back on to solitary masturbation, 
make them more inclined to sex with 
other boys, delay their sexual focussing? 
If so, are any of these consequences bad?

By now I have strayed from the scientific 
discussion of the hypothesis into the 
ethical and sociological. Which leads to 
the two final questions.

The Two Hardest Questions

Your hypothesis not only has men loving 
boys, but boys loving men. But they 
don't. On the contrary, the first love 
object of an adolescent boy is frequently 
a younger boy.

My view in more detail about the 
development of boys' sexuality (at least 
in sophisticated societies) runs as 
follows. Pre-puberty boys herd together, 
despise girls, are physically modest, 
aren't for the most part spontaneously 
sexually active, and inhabit a solipsistic 
world (i.e. do not empathise with other 
people as having feelings and aspirations 
mirroring their own). With the intensifying 
sex drive of puberty all this changes, 
but slowly. They become "dirty-minded". 
Sex activity is at first solitary, and only 
later does a desire develop to share it.

The point at which this last development 
occurs may be crucial. If it is while 
the boy is still in the herding stage (and 
the time at which he leaves this will 
depend on his personality and his 
environment as well as his physical 
development) the preferred partner is 
likely to be a boy of around his own age 
or younger. If it is later, individual 
circumstances are likely to determine 
whether the first partner is woman, man 
or boy. Subsequent choices of partner 
will similarly be influenced by 
circumstances, with an overall long term 
preference gradually emerging. In other 
words, generalised sexual desire 
precedes sexual preference.

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All this produces quite a high probability 
that boys' early choice for 
partners will be younger boys -- and 
indeed that doesn't make too much 
sense in relation to the protection 
hypothesis. It is I suppose to some extent 
a protection for the adolescent boy if he 
is not competing for the females that 
most males want.

In a society where man-boy relationships 
were regarded without disfavour, 
might there be a higher likelihood of a 
boy in his period of generalised desire 
choosing an adult male partner? Are we 
perhaps observing behaviour distorted 
by societal conventions and attaching 
too much weight to it?

What makes an individual a long-term 
boy-lover?

If the hypothesis is right, one would 
expect some kind of natural selection 
mechanism to produce a small but 
consistent proportion of adult males who are 
predominantly boy-lovers (just as a
natural mechanism roughly equalizes the 
number of boys and girls born). This may 
happen, but it is difficult to prove and, if 
true, the mechanism is not easy to spot.

Is the early-maturing boy, because 
likely to form more sexual partnerships while 
still in the herding stage, more likely to 
become a long-term boy lover? Is the 
strongly-sexed boy, whose sex is a more 
absorbing concern to him, likely to focus 
his long term preference early, thus 
increasing the possibility that it will be for 
boys? Is the boy who is first attracted to 
younger boys but never manages to 
consummate this feeling more likely to be 
stuck with it than if he had? Is the boy 
who is not popular with his contemporaries 
at the herding stage likely to continue to 
long for a boy-companionship he never had?

These speculations are perhaps 
over-sophisticated. Many men have an 
element of the pro-pubescent boy instinct 
mixed into them: what makes this 
outweigh the pro-woman instinct in 
different individuals is not likely to be a

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question with one general, simple answer.

What evidence for the hypothesis could be sought?

Our discussion has turned a fairly simple 
hypothesis into a complex one with a 
host of trailing ends. This is hardly 
surprising: human behaviour does take 
complex and untidy shapes.

More to the point, it remains only a 
hypothesis, and a personal one at that. 
What could be done to take it further?

It seems to me that a number of disciplines 
may be able to help. For the 
hypothesis to be credible, one would need:

psychologists to confirm that many 
men admire, with a touch of sensuality, 
pubescent boys; 

psychologists, again, to confirm that 
many pubescent boys respond to 
adult admiration and even physical 
desire;

anthropologists to give evidence from 
such "primitive" societies as can be 
observed;

zoologists to tell us whether there is 
any behaviour consistent with the 
hypothesis among relevant animals; 

and, most expert of all, boy-lovers 
and maybe even boys to say whether 
the responses and emotions I have 
attributed to them make any sense.

<coloured box (sidebar):>

The author of this article has proposed 
that at least one survival advantage 
of a "boy-love instinct" in men is 
that it would protect the male newly 
emerging from childhood from the 
threat of lethal destruction by older 
competing males. Boy-love is viewed 
as a kind of internal counterforce 
within adult men preventing them from 
destroying their own vulnerable young.

Another survival advantage might be 
that, manifesting itself actively in the 
behaviour of older males of his own 
tribe, it would help protect him from 
external aggression, especially where 
some dangerous activity was carried 
out by all-male groups away from the 
villages or tribal centres with their 
resident female populations. Two such 
situations immediately come to mind.

One is in some hunting cultures 
where males are on expeditions for 
many days at a time and bears, lions, 
elephants, buffalos, sharks or other 
dangerous creatures are encountered. 
Hunting skills must be acquired, 
through practice and imitation; 
chances must be enlarged for inexperienced 
males to survive a mistake.

The other is in war parties, where the 
dangers are much greater and separation 
from women of longer duration.

In both situations an adolescent boy
under the guidance and watchful eye 
of a mentor is, all things being equal, 
more likely to survive than one left to 
his own (often awkward) devices. And 
here it is that a boy-love instinct could 
be important. The boy might sleep 
better through the long nights away from 
home if he lay in the arms of a strong 
man he trusted, liked, perhaps even 
loved. He might learn more quickly if 
they were emotionally close. The man's 
guidance and protection would probably 
be better if their relationship were 
cemented by physical coupling, if he 
acted in love or at least gratitude for 
the sexual fulfillment the boy was 
giving him in moments of rest -- and 
would continue to give him as long as 
the lad survived. One wonders how 
many pubertal warriors down through 
the ages have been saved by the spear 
or the sword or the rifle of the man 
who had spent his seed with him the night before.

Perhaps, even, this is one reason an 
adolescent boy's sexual drive is so 
strong and so compliant with a large 
variety of sexual objects: it is one tool 
he instinctively tries to use to gain help 
from more experienced men in coping 
with a dangerous and imperfectly 
understood environment.

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LETTERS

Charges of "sex tourism" and 
child-prostitution have been used to attack 
relationships between Western men and 
Third World boys. As has been repeatedly 
noted by PAN, these charges are readily 
believed by the Western press. No 
serious refutation has been offered: 
contributors to PAN and SPARTACUS adopt 
a "holier than thou" attitude, 
indiscriminately blaming supposed battalions 
of North-European package tourists 
trampling the coastal villages of Sri Lanka 
or the shanty-towns of Manila. But let's 
face it -- it does help to be an affluent 
Westerner with hard currency in one's 
pocket, or at least have the appearance 
of carrying it, when forming one's first 
acquaintance with a curious-eyed unit of 
the swollen boy-populations of the Third 
World. This does not add up to 
encouraging child-prostitution. Instead it 
should be seen that poverty grants to 
children a much greater degree of 
freedom than they would otherwise 
enjoy if they were incarcerated in 
"bourgeois" households. If the poor boy 
chooses to make himself the friend of a 
relatively rich man, he is not only aiding 
himself and his family, but also he is 
integrating the unattached Western 
paedophile into the host culture. The 
boy-lover is not making his friend a 
prostitute if he feels socially committed 
to give aid and sustainance. <sic>

I would like to illustrate the opportunity 
granted to children by poverty with 
examples drawn from my own 
experiences in El Salvador and Morocco.

In El Salvador the majority of births are 
illegitimate. Concubinage rather than 
marriage is the normal social rule. The 
institution of the family is weak. Most 
children remain with their mothers, while
the fathers make little effort to claim 
financial or any other responsibility for 
their offspring. While the mothers toil 
relentlessly, the boys are released, free 
and uninhibited, into the world around them.

I had just moved to San Salvador, the 
country's capital, and was looking for an 
apartment. On the first day of my search I 
was stepping out of my car when Toni 
appeared. He asked if he could guard my 
vehicle. I was at once astonished and 
aroused by the contrast between his 
impish, fragile face and the rags he wore. 
When I returned, I tipped him 
extravagantly -- I was not trying to buy 
either his soul or body, but just to make 
his day. The boy waved to me, smiling, as 
I drove off. I looked at other apartments 
in other parts of the city, but I kept 
thinking of the little urchin who had made so 
humble a request of me. I took the 
apartment which I had inspected that first day, 
hoping it lay within Toni's territory.

For the ensuing year, through some tribulations 
and adjustments, Toni and I 
were companions. He was my "concubine", 
my kept boy. Certainly, at first, 
he considered me a rich idiot to be 
mercilessly exploited, but he learned for 
himself the complexity of human 
relationships, their tidal motions of giving and 
receiving. I marvelled at the maturation of 
this boy into a friend. He imposed upon 
himself a new sense of order, propriety, 
self-discipline and cleanliness. I 
persuaded him to eat, I got the lice out of his 
hair, I made him beautiful in new clothes. 
I ensured that every few days he went 
back to his mother with money to buy 
food for his family. When the roof of 
their shanty collapsed I bought logs (at a 
cost of ten dollars) for the structure to be

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<photograph>

re-created. For a year I helped the boy 
grow up and gain a sense of self-respect. 
I came to feel myself committed to him 
and his mother. I persuaded Toni to go to 
school to learn to read and write, giving 
him a sense of purpose and routine, of 
evolution and progress in what was once 
the life of a street-waif. I was only a 
school-master in San Salvador, but my 
relative wealth was used in the manner of 
a prince caring for his subjects, not that 
of a pervert luring an innocent child into 
prostitution. Anyway, I was doing a lot 
more for Toni than such crocodile 
organizations as Terre des Hommes.

In Morocco I found prostitution more 
prevalent -- because of the social and
governmental restrictions placed on 
relationships between men and boys. Islamic 
disciplines, a strong patriarchal element 
in the family, a day-absorbing system of 
continuous compulsory education, made 
sex a furtive, thirty-minute affair for 
which immediate payment was expected. 
Far from encouraging this type of 
prostitution, I did my best to avoid it, and 
would have left Morocco if I had not been 
lucky enough to meet Majid, an eleven-year-old 
with a pearl-like Berber face and 
great, brilliant eyes. I was seated at a 
street-side cafe in a dusty, olive-fringed 
town south of the High Atlas. I had been 
bothered by repulsive, scabrous and 
aggressive beggar-youths. At a little 
distance a group of ragged children were 
playing. One of them was beautiful. I 
wondered why, in Morocco, it is only the 
ugly who accost ,one. The boy became 
conscious of my gaze and smiled back. 
He would have gone on playing, however, 
if I had not motioned him to my table and 
given him a dirham. The boy, full of glee, 
skipped off. A few minutes later he was 
back, eating a sandwich to show how he 
had made use of my largesse. I paid my 
bill and walked to a tea-house where one 
could rent a room for five dirhams. The 
boy, unsummoned, followed. The squalor 
of the chamber to which we ascended 
did not deter that charming child from 
showing me the utter naturalness and the 
loveliness of what a young boy can offer 
a man. Later he escorted me to the souk 
to purchase a glittering shawl for his mother.

For a period of nine months I kept 
returning to that little town between two 
ranges, bedecked with its carpet woven 
of groves and irrigated fields. My 
relationship with Majid was greatly aided by 
the poverty of his family. His father had 
left, and had raised a new household in 
Agadir. Majid lived in a mud-walled house 
with his mother, grandmother and elder 
brother, an unemployed mason. Again, 
my help to this family was not a question 
of a pay-off for the use of their son's 
body, but the method by which I could 
best contribute to the betterment of that

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child's life. I would buy lamb, vegetables 
and spices for the most succulent tajins 
and kous-kous, specialties of Moroccan 
cuisine. At such feasts the boy, the family 
and I myself fed much better together 
than we would have done apart. The 
family lived in two rooms. I gladly paid 
the small sum needed to give those mud 
walls a new coat of whitewash. I bought 
colourful cushions for the main room (as 
Moroccans entertain their guests composed 
upon rugs). I was treated with the 
highest honour, in the manner of a 
prince, and I dispensed appropriate 
benefits, balancing requests with real 
needs, as is the obligation of a good 
prince. At those times when I left the 
town, to visit Marrakesh or Essaouria or 
Spain, the boy would weep himself to 
sleep in my arms. I felt unworthy of his 
emotion. There was nothing that I could 
have given him, even if I had been awash 
with deutschmarks or dollars, that would 
have matched in value what he had laid 
before me. By his acceptance of the 
material compensations with which I 
expressed inadequately my gratitude he 
did not thus become a prostitute. For me 
to have taken his gift, that being first his 
body and later his love, and afterwards 
not to have cherished and nourished him, 
would have been a cruel abdication of an 
adult's responsibility for a child, for his is 
a trust which both father and lover share.

From my own experience, as illustrated 
in these reminiscences, Third World boys 
are not being exploited, but rather 
helped, by Western paedophiles. The 
love between them is a more direct, personal 
and humane form of aid than that 
provided by those soul-saving and self-serving 
monsters -- the official and 
semi-official charities created to allay the 
guilt of the Western World as it gazes 
upon mass starvation through the 
medium of television and Sunday supplements. 
Poverty, far from leaving a boy 
helpless, vulnerable to sexual abuse, 
gives him the freedom, denied his richer 
age-mates, to work out his own life and 
seek for himself the free expression of 
his own boyish nature.

  -J. Darling

Certainly Mr. Darling has laid bare a 
truth we could all agree to. Critics, 
however, will tear his thesis apart on 
the following points: 1) Western 
paedophiles seek only the beautiful 
boys and leave those "repulsive, 
scabrous and aggressive beggar-youths" 
to stew in their wretchedness. 
2) A Western paedophile, no matter 
how close his relationship with a Third 
World boy becomes, always ultimately 
leaves: from then on the boy must 
"weep himself to sleep" alone. 3) 
There is genuine boy prostitution for 
foreigners in the Third World devoid of 
the benefits and caring described in 
this letter, and its conspicuousness is 
what alerted employees of opportunistic 
charities like Terre des 
Hommes and set off the current witch 
hunt by UNICEF and the media. 4) The 
role of dispensing "appropriate 
benefits, balancing requests with real 
needs, as is the obligation of a good 
prince" implies an enormous power imbalance.

Alas, one man, with all his 
peculiarities and the limitations upon 
his career, can only do so much for so 
many people for only so long. Because 
he helps himself while helping a boy he 
perceives as beautiful should not be 
used as a reason to prevent him from 
helping. Because the man will ultimately 
leave, and may leave a gap in the 
boy's heart, does not mean that the 
boy will be emotionally (and physically) 
poorer for the relationship. Because 
there is hard, sometimes exploitative 
prostitution in the world does not mean 
that less casual relationships between 
richer men and poorer boys should be 
broken up. Finally, we should never 
lose sight of the fact that there is a 
"power imbalance" in all adult-child 
relationships and what counts is the 
way the adult handles his power not 
the fact that he or she has it: using this 
argument to attack sexual relationships 
is just clothing old psycho-religious sex 
mores in lefty-trendy-feminist rhetoric.

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BOOKS

Straight after his expulsion froom <sic> 
Scots College, a Catholic Seminary in 
Rome, Frederick Rolfe, alias Baron Corvo, 
stayed with the elderly English Duchess 
Sforza-Cesarini in her country villa in the 
Abruzzi hills. Here in 1890, with his 
camera, he photographed many of the 
young boys of the neighbourhood. These 
boys served him, not only without question, 
but with adoration.
One boy he loved. His name was Toto 
Ephoros. The 'Toto' stories, published in 
John Lane's Yellow Book, established 
Rolfe as an author. Later, the collected 
Toto stories appeared under the title In 
His Own Image. (The Bodley Head Ltd., 
1924) Although mainly fictional, they 
sensitively depict Rolfe's adoration of the 
lad, as well as give us a glimpse of Toto's 
character.

The first Toto story, not published during 
Rolfe's lifetime, was based on an incident 
in the life of the Duchess Sforza-Cesarini, 
when she had sent flannel shirts 
to Garibaldi's troops.

Toto, in it, was the gardener's son. He 
lived in a little cottage just outside the 
gates. He was nearly fifteen years old, a 
beautiful brown boy with long muscular 
limbs, hardy and strong, and the devoted 
slave of the house.

At eleven one night the watchers in the 
palace heard a shot fired, and a half hour 
later in walked Toto as "cool as a cellared melon".

"Yes, they fired at me," he said, "but I lay 
flat on the ground and said fifteen Hail Marys."

At two in the morning he went out for 
the last time. He never returned. The men 
were told to search for Toto. Another 
night passed slowly and painfully to the
distracted mother. In the morning two 
Garibaldians desired an audience with the 
Princess. Toto was found. On the farther 
side of the palace was a deep gorge with 
a precipitous cliff forming the opposite 
boundary. On top of the cliff, within 100 
metres of the palace, was a little ruined 
tower. At daybreak a soldier had seen a 
cloth fluttering in the window. With three 
or four of his comrades he ascended and 
found the entrance barricated by heavy 
stones. On moving these the tower lay 
open and there they found Toto, entirely 
naked. He had been caught by the 
Neapolitans, his bundles of shirts discovered 
and they had stripped every 
stitch from his beautiful body and 
blocked him up in the ruined tower. At 
the little window he had stood, one lithe 
soft arm against the wall and his dauntless 
brow leaned thereon. He rested on 
one foot, the other slender limb was 
advanced in his usual graceful pose. They 
thought he was alive when they found 
him for his attitude was nature itself, his 
grave bright eyes fixed with a soft yearning 
on his home, his sweet brave mouth 
firm-closed with a half smile. But he was 
frozen to death, in the magnificent prime 
of his youth. He had given his life in 
charity. They brought him in his naked 
beauty and laid him like a lily in his mother's arms.

And the Princess had to leave her castle: 
in her political naivete she had made 
the shirts out of red flannel.

In that story we can almost see Toto 
posing for Rolfe's camera. A reproduction 
of a nude photograph of Toto, taken 
by Rolfe in 1890, appears in Donald 
Weeks's biography Corvo (Michael 
Joseph, 1971), where there is also a 
photo of Toto's younger brother. But

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Rolfe made the mistake of killing off a 
hero about whom he wished to write 
many more stories.

In About One Way in Which Christians 
Love One Another Toto says of himself that

During the night, after my father had seen 
me go to bed, I rose; and I left my shirt in the 
porch . . . and I wandered around quite naked 
and happy and free.

Here he tossed his arms and threw up his 
legs and wriggled all over in an 
indescribable manner.

It is interesting to compare this excerpt 
with a description, given by Rolfe to 
Masson Fox in a letter from Venice, of 
the Venetian boy hustler Amadeo 
Amadei:

He assured me that he knew incredible 
tricks for amusing his patrons. "First, Sir, 
see my person," he said. And the vivacious 
creature did all which follows in about 30 
seconds of time. Not more. Moving, every 
inch of him, as swiftly and smoothly as a 
cat, he stood up . . . He rolled his coat into a 
pillow and put it on my end of the table, 
ripped down his trousers, stripped them down 
to his feet, and sat bare bottomed on the 
other end. He turned his shirt up right over 
his head, opened his arms wide and lay 
back along the little table with his shoulders 
on the pillow . . . and his beautiful throat and 
his rosy laughing face strained backward 
while his widely open arms were an 
invitation . . . He crossed his ankles, ground his 
thighs together with a gently rippling 
motion, writhed his groin and hips once or 
twice . . . laughing in my face as he made his 
offering of living flesh.

In his descriptions of Toto, Rolfe was 
fairly explicit. In one story he looks 
"divinely smart". In others he "undulated 
deliciously", or is called "a slim faun of 
the forest", or has brown skin "smooth 
as a peach", or "his calm eyes glittered 
like diamonds in the brown robe of his skin".

The stories, supposedly told by the 
sincere but credulous Christian-cum-pagan 
Toto, are mostly warm, humorous 
tales of angels, saints, the Eternal Father, 
"divils" and sinners, in which Rolfe 
appears as "dear Don Friderico" or 
"Excellenza". The boy slaves who serve
Corvo "could have waited upon the 
caesars or the gods before them", as 
Donald Weeks puts it.

Harry Harland strongly suspected a 
"taint of homosexuality" in the tales. 
Just before their publication he wrote to 
Rolfe warning him that if he persisted in 
publishing the book as it was, he and all 
his friends would close their doors to the 
errant author.

Alfonso de Zulueta, in his review of the 
1924 edition, said that "the second edition 
was bought up by a fanatical female 
who piously made of it a bonfire in her back garden".

Father Martindale, S.J. rightly said that 
"Toto has a quaint and humorous view 
of religion which is a product of his 
spontaneous and vital faith." He also said that 
the stories were "charming but also pervaded 
with homo-sexuality and I thought 
Rolfe was ego-centric and arrogant and 
could be cruel."

According to Donald Weeks, Toto 
appears in Rolfe's last novel, The Desire 
and Pursuit of the Whole (a punning 
title?). Weeks says that although the girl 
Zilda is partly based on Rolfe's boy 
Ermenegildo (Zildo) Vianello, "the 
character no doubt is but another fragment 
of the original Ideal: Toto."

My final offering from the Stories Toto 
Told Me shows Rolfe conforming to the 
anti-sexual mores of his time; but his 
fascination with boys threatens to break 
through at any moment. In A Caprice of 
Some Cherubim, Toto says:

When you have the happiness, Sir, to see 
the Padre Eterno sitting upon His throne, I 
can assure you that, at least, your eyes will 
be satisfied with the sight of . . . cherubini;
and you will find their appearance quite 
beautiful and curious to look at. They have 
neither arms, nor bodies, nor legs, like the 
other angels. They are simply heads, like 
those of little boys.

Where their ears would normally be

they have wings shaped like those of a 
sand-piper, and as blue as the sky at day-dawn.

The cherubini ask the Padre Eterno to let 
them go to Earth to play with a little boy-devil.

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Perched in the trees in the gardens of the 
Palazzo Sforza-Cesarini, in that city over the lake,

the cherubs wait while St. Michael asks 
Satan for a boy from hell.

The arch-fiend shook his chains with rage, 
because he was forced to obey, and caused 
a horrible little kakodaimon to flash into 
bodily shape from a puddle of moulten 
brimstone. If you looked at his face or body, 
you would have thought he was a boy of 
the age of 14 years.

The arch-fiend skewers his "divil" with 
his lance and brings him up to the 
cherubs. The lance causes the divil to

kick and struggle, just as I should, sir, if you 
whipped me naked with a whip of red-hot 
wires, instead of with the lilac twigs which 
you do use when I am black with crime. So 
they come into the Prince his garden; and, 
having released the little divil from his 
uncomfortable position, San Michele 
Arcangiolo -- who, because he commands 
the armies in heaven, is very fond of 
soldiers -- went down into the city to pass a 
half-hour inspecting the barracks.

The divil saw a fountain and jumped into 
it. But there was steam and hissing; the 
divil got out and leaped and howled. The 
cherubin <sic> laughed at him.

Sir . . . you see, one of the torments that the 
divils and the damned have to bear is to be 
disappointed alway; so, when the wretched 
little creature plunged into the cold water, 
the heat of hell-flame boiled it; and, instead 
of being cooled at all, the little divil took a 
very handsome scalding."

The divil asks them to listen to some stories, but

Suddenly, the cherubini found that they did 
not desire to play with this little divil any longer.

They returned to paradise.

When the Ave Maria rang, and this company 
of cherubini went on duty in the aureola, the 
Padre Eterno observed, from the expressions 
of their faces, that they had been insulted.

God enquired the reason. They replied 
that the little divil, with whom He had 
allowed them to play, had been "very 
rude". They had asked him

to show them funny tricks, and to tell them 
why he had a nasty black heart-shaped 
blotch dangling in the middle of his inside, 
and so forth; and that he had agreed to 
answer all this, if they would sit down on 
the grass round him; but they had been 
obliged to reply that they were not able to 
sit down, and the little divil had asked then 
why not; and they had answered politely 
that they had not the where-withal: and 
then the little divil jumped up from the 
ground, where he was lying with his legs 
a-straddling, and showed them that he could 
sit down, and had turned heels over head, 
and laughed and jumped and made a jibe 
and jeer of them, and had done many other 
disgusting tricks before them, which had 
caused them much offence; and so they 
were bored and came back to paradise . . . 
They begged pardon if they had seemed to 
prefer their own will this time. And the 
Padre Eterno smiled, and at that smile the 
light of heaven glowed like a rainbow . . .

The biographers expect us to believe 
that Rolfe looked at Toto and the six 
other boys he played with in the woods 
of the Arbruzzi hills but didn't romp with 
them sexually. Yet he took nude photos 
of them, camped out all night with them, 
wrote stories about them. Rolfe's 
biographers claim he had taken a vow of 
chastity for 20 years, so how could he 
have done otherwise? When, in Venice, 
Rolfe admitted to "touching" a boy, 
Donald Weeks suggests he was lying in 
order to extract money from Masson Fox! 
It is amazing the lengths to which literati 
will go in order to deny the consummation 
of boy-love. 

  -Bill Allen

In the colour section of this issue are 
listed a number of books by other publishers 
which we are offering for the first 
time to our subscribers and customers:

The American gay press has given 
quite a bit of favourable attention recently 
to Felice Picano's An Asian Minor, a 
longish short story published as an 
illustrated paperback by Sea Horse Press, 
New York. The tale is of 12- to 14-year-old 
Ganymede, his daliance <sic> with 
various gods and his final ascent to 
Olympus in the arms of Zeus.

Gays drawn to the mature male will

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probably be attracted to the David Martin 
drawings which depict Ganymede as a 
slightly effeminate young man, but one 
wonders what they will make of a story in 
which the hero's voice still hasn't broken 
by the time three-quarters of the tale is 
told. For the boy-lover, not only are the 
illustrations inappropriate but the style 
often breaks into a sort of disturbing 
camp. For example, here is Ganymede today, 
still together with Zeus after all those 
millenia, <sic> remembering the Troy 
of his youth:

Whatever the reason, we had a really rich 
city and province. Great agriculture, some 
light industry, and trade that extended as far 
as Egypt and Spain. In short, everything was 
pretty hunky-dory in Troy when I was born.

An Asian Minor falls between many 
categories of things which don't mingle 
very comfortably: the lusts of gays and 
the lusts of boy-lovers, Greek myth and 
camp style, a hero who is twelve talking 
like (and illustrated as) a 22-year-old 
man: neither the story nor the execution 
are vital enough to carry it off very well. 
Having said all that, there is little enough 
fiction today even remotely appealing to 
boy-lovers and it is possible that this slim 
volume will entertain, even if it doesn't 
arouse one, for an hour.

The book is reasonably well produced: 
an attractive colour cover, good paper, 
professional quality illustrations, although 
there seem to have been some 
letter-spacing problems in the typesetting.

Bom-Crioulo, The Black Man and the 
Cabin Boy, is a very much more interesting 
novel by a 19th Century Brazilian 
named Adolfo Caminha. A black naval 
sailor falls in love with and seduces a 
15-year-old blond, blue-eyed cabin-boy. 
There are descriptions, remarkably 
explicit for the time (1895), of masturbation, 
wet dreams and paedophile sex. 
Fascinating is the ambivalence between 
Caminha's obvious empathy with the 
physical aspect of this man-boy relationship 
and his absorption of contemporary 
attitudes. For example, the hero, who has 
remained essentially celibate until the age
of 30, was "obliged often to commit 
excesses which medical science condemns". 
The same "excess", indirectly, 
got a young teenage sailor flogged:

It so happened that, the evening before, 
Herculano had been caught by another 
sailor practicing an ugly and depressing but 
very human act. He'd been found, all by 
himself, standing by the main rail, moving 
his arm to and fro in an awkward position, 
committing the most shameful of offences 
against himself.

And when the protagonists first couple 
(in the lower deck of a naval ship), after a 
warm and sympathetic description of 
how each felt, he has the boy say:

"Go ahead!" he whispered quickly and rolled over.

And the crime against nature was consummated.

But Bom-Crioulo is more than a historical 
document; it is an interesting tale in 
its own right. The style is an odd blend of 
the naturalism of Zola (which permits 
Caminha to describe things unmentionable 
in Rio 90 years ago) and a gushy sort 
of romanticism. The English translation 
by poet E.A. Lacey is serviceable; it is 
difficult to know how many of the 
descriptive infelicities and frequent 
cliches derive from the original Portuguese. 
If the dialogue isn't very natural 
it is no less strained than what one finds 
in the standard English renderings of Tolstoy, say.

The Gay Sunshine Journal, 192 pages 
of good gay fiction, autobiography and 
poetry, will be of interest to our readers 
especially for Frits Bernard's novelette 
Costa Brava (See PAN 12, page 9). But 
don't miss some of the gently erotic boy-love 
poems at the end: the two by E.A. 
Lacey are exceptional.

Several other books offered for the 
first time in the colour supplement have 
been reviewed in previous PANS. Note 
that Tom O'Carroll's Paedophilia: The 
Radical Case (see PAN 7, page 21) is 
coming out in paperback at one-quarter 
the price of the British hardback edition. 
Adonis Garcia was mentioned, briefly, in 
PAN 10, page 31.

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BOYCAUGHT

by Dr. Edward Brongersma

Hylas

One of the striking things about Greek 
mythology is that nowhere do we find 
gods who are untouched by the base and 
the bad: they were just immortal humans, 
with all the passions, virtues and 
immoralities of humanity. Like men, gods 
could be liars, but if they told lies they 
were enormous lies. Like men, gods 
could be cowards and traitors, but then 
they were very big cowards and very dirty 
traitors. All their traits, good and bad, 
were exaggerated.

As men, the gods liked sex and were, 
of course, very active at it. Now for the 
Greeks, just as for the Romans who came 
later, sexual attraction was less defined 
by the sex of the beloved than by her (or 
his) age. It wasn't so much the maleness 
or femaleness which stimulated sexual 
passion, rather it was the loved one's 
youth and beauty. Sometimes the poets 
sang of some man who was happy "with 
a beautiful boy or girl". In wars, boys as 
well as girls of the conquored <sic> 
had to serve the lust of the victors; in 
brothels both were at the disposition 
of clients.

Here, too, gods were like men. Most 
were married and enjoyed their love-making 
with women. They not only 
engendered children but had numerous 
extramarital adventures on the side. And, 
like men, they loved sex with boys. 
Supreme god Zeus raped the beautiful 
Ganymede; his wife Hera had every 
reason, it seems, to be jealous of the boy. 
Apollo wept at the death of his 
handsome play-mate Hyacinthus. In the 
excavations under St. Peter's basilica in 
Rome I was shown a Roman 
sacrophagus <ARCHIVIST'S CORRECTION: sarcophagus>
with a fine sculpture of 
Dionysos and Eros: it is exciting to think
that beneath the foundations of the 
central church of Catholicism lies this 
marvellous image of boy-love.

Heracles, the prototype body-builder, 
was actually only a demi-god: his 
mother, Queen Alkmene of Thebes, was 
a mere mortal, although a rather virtuous 
one, for she had always been a faithful 
wife to her King Amphitryon. She caught . 
the eye of Zeus, however, who conveniently 
assumed the form of her husband 
and so seduced her. To make things better, 
Zeus ordered Helios, the sun, to stay 
at home that day, thus making the night 
he spent with Alkmene last three times 
as long as usual. Heracles, the superman, 
was the result of this delirious orgy.

He was a superman admired not only 
for his muscle and wit but also for his 
sexual potency. As a young man Heracles 
had to choose between Arete (virtue) and 
Kaka (evil) and he opted unhesitatingly 
for virtue although he knew she would 
make his life much more difficult. But this 
did not rule out proving himself a sexual 
athlete: in one single night he is supposed 
to have taken the maidenheads of 
no less than twenty different girls. For the 
Greeks there was nothing dirty about 
sex; it was in no way incompatible with virtue.

Heracles was married several times 
and had several children, but in the 
course of his eventful life he also, being 
Greek, had fourteen boy-friends. His 
nephew Iolaeos became his shield-bearer 
and charioteer. The two are often represented 
together, as patrons of boy-love 
and protectors of those who love each 
other. But most moving is the story of Hylas.

One day Heracles was passing through 
the Parnassus Mountains with his wife

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and young son when the little boy grew 
hungry and, seeing a man ploughing the 
fields by the roadside, Heracles asked 
him for some food. The man refused, 
rather gruffly, and Heracles flew into a 
rage, slew one of the man's oxen and set 
about preparing the meat for his hungry son.

Now the ploughman, one Theiodamus, 
was the local landowner; he returned 
with some of his men, attacked Heracles 
and, of course, all of the attackers were slain.

Not so Theiodamos' <ARCHIVIST'S CORRECTION: 
Theiodamus (see one paragraph above)>
son Hylas, who was very young and very beautiful. 
Heracles immediately fell in love, and took the 
boy with him. Despite this rather dramatic 
way of getting acquainted, Hylas 
requited that love in the hero's arms at 
night.

Two poets of Greek antiquity, Theokritos 
and Appolonios, wrote some very lovely verse 
about these lovers. Man and boy were inseparable. 
Theokritos idealized the relationship as the 
finest example of pedagogy: not only did 
sexual passion unite them but Heracles was 
to the boy "like a devoted father to his son, 
teaching him everything he had learned himself, 
to be a true man, good and courageous."

Hylas and Heracles started off on the ship 
Argo with Jason on the dangerous search for 
the golden fleece, but they only got as far as 
the Propontis. Camped on the beach one night, 
Hylas took a brass cup and went off into the 
forest looking for fresh water. Soon he discovered 
a lovely clear spring surrounded by 
bushes and flowers, and <ARCHIVIST'S NOTE: went?>
down to fill his cup.

But in the spring there dwelt a nymph, 
a restless being who made all the simple 
peasants thereabouts shudder with 
fright. Seeing the boy "whose beauty 
and charming graces shone in the moonlight" 
she grasped his hand and drew 
him to her in the water, "burning with 
desire to kiss his delicate lips". There she 
comforted him and was kind to him.

But Heracles grew worried over Hylas' 
absence and went in search of the boy. 
Three times with his mighty voice he 
called the boy's name. Hylas heard his 
lover and thrice he answered, but his 
voice, from beneath the surface of the 
water, was weak and always seemed to 
Heracles to be coming from far ahead. 
Deeper and deeper into the mountain

<illustration (cartoon)>

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<photograph>

forest wandered the distressed lover, 
growing gradually insane with longing for 
his lost beloved boy, forgetting the 
allegiance he swore to Jason, forgetting 
the expedition, the golden fleece, everything. 
The next day the Argonauts, 
assuming, sadly, that Heracles was a 
traitor to their cause, continued on their way 
without him, leaving the hero to roam 
about the mountains, a prey to madness, 
"his heart torn by a cruel god".

It is not difficult to see in the plight of 
Heracles the plight of many boy-lovers. 
Since most males have greater 
heterosexual than homosexual interests, 
it is to be expected that most boys who 
are loved by men and return their love will 
sooner or later begin to seek relations 
with girls and eventually cleave to 
women more or less exclusively. Before 
puberty and during the first few years 
thereafter it is important to many boys 
just to have a sexual partner, and the 
gender of that partner is much less 
important. I have known boys who felt 
themselves to be completely heterosexual, 
who, when looking at erotic pictures, 
were only interested in the females, 
whose masturbation fantasies and wet 
dreams were all about girls but who 
nevertheless were very much in love with 
a male friend and enjoyed their sex with
him intensely. As time passes, however, 
this flexibility usually diminishes and the 
sexual impulse seems to become more 
rigid in its choice of object.

Sooner or later some nymph will come 
and draw young Hylas to her. And Heracles 
will be mad with grief.

If he is reasonable -- and how difficult 
it is to be reasonable in love affairs! -- 
the man will accept his loss as a fact of 
life. It is characteristic of boy-love that a 
relationship cannot last forever, simply 
because a boy will some day no longer be 
a boy. Morally, boy-love can only be 
justified if it helps the boy to become a 
better man -- and for a majority of men 
the most natural coupling is with women. 
During the course of my investigations, a 
number of boys have told me that their 
sexual relationship with a loving man had 
been a great help preparing them for sex 
later with girls. For all boys, except those 
who are actually homophile, this is very 
much as it should be.

A modern-day Hylas may well see that 
his Heracles is sad when he acquires a 
girl-friend and no longer desires his 
friend's intimate embrace. But if Heracles' 
sadness turns into unreasonable 
fury, if he acts as though the boy had 
betrayed him and refuses to see him any 
longer, Hylas can only conclude it was 
just his fine young body which sexually 
excited the man, that Heracles never 
really loved him for the human being he was.

I've known followers of Heracles who 
have said to their Hylasses, "I love you. 
Even if I'm sad that sex is over between 
us, you'll always be welcome in my 
home." This is usually enormously 
impressive to the boy, makes him 
extremely happy and turns him into a 
close friend for the rest of his life.

And just possibly there will come a few 
times when young Hylas finds the 
nymphs a bit tiring and exacting, so that 
he leaves their pool to return for a few 
moments to Heracles' lair, to lie down 
again at the side of his hero, to be kissed 
and fondled and cuddled, and abandon 
himself passively to the familiar caresses 
which guide him to the peaks of pleasure, as of old.

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THE BATTLE LINE

Boys have always run away from 
home, mostly from bad homes -- but 
sometimes from good homes, too, if 
they're bored with their existence and 
want to broaden their horizons. And probably 
everywhere and in every culture 
past and present the good-looking 
runaway boys have found that sex, for a few 
years at any rate, can help them get by.

In a large nation the sheer number of 
runaways is impressive, and so it is tragic 
that virtually all current media attention 
paid to this phenomenon harps upon the 
sexual doings of these youngsters, 
implying that the "paedophile market" 
sustains the "problem", even lures the 
young boys out of their homes.

A far more characteristic example of 
these "children who disappear each 
year", and what happens to them subsequently, 
is the case of a London youth by 
the name of Glen Robertson, born 24 
January, 1966. The following report on 
Glen was sent us by Ralph Alden, who 
runs a one-man youth advisory service in 
London. True names are used 
throughout, with Glen's permission. 
Glen's story would never appear in the 
Sunday supplements because sex was 
simply not central to his situation at all.

Glen's mother died when he was still very 
young, leaving behind six sons, two 
daughters and a husband who was at best a 
mediocre father. Since the Robertson 
menage was now a one-parent family, the 
Social Service Department was brought into 
the picture. They soon determined that the 
father was incapable of handling his 
offspring and the children were passed, for 
a brief period, to aunts and other relatives,

<photograph, with caption: 
"Glen Robertson in 1981">

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before being separated and placed in 
childrens' homes as much as 100 miles 
apart. The Social Service took over 
complete control in 1977 and in 1978 Glen was 
placed in the care of a Ms. Barbara McKenzie.

After a brief period in a Home, Glen was 
"fostered out" to the family of one Chris 
Seal of Brockley, London SE, who had a son 
of his own slightly younger than Glen. 
Although Seal received £80 per week for 
Glen's maintenance, which should have 
been enough for the boy's food, clothing 
and a bit of pocket money, he was, in fact, 
poorly fed, rarely received new clothing and 
hardly ever any pocket money. In addition, 
he felt he was unfairly and frequently 
blamed for everything that went wrong in 
the home, even when it was the fault of 
Seal's son; this often resulted in his 
so-called pocket money being forfeited for 
breakage and a physical hiding. He 
complained to Barbara McKenzie but she simply 
wouldn't listen to him.

Friends of Glen who knew me asked me if 
I could help the boy. Glen came to me and 
we had a long talk. He was told that I am 
gay and I respected that he was not. We 
discussed his position at length and came 
to the conclusion that Glen would move in 
with me for a week trial period. Glen was 
then 13. We had very simple rules: 1) he 
had his own room and would be responsible 
for looking after it, including making his bed 
in the morning, 2) he would go to school 
(which turned out to be impossible due to 
the intervention of Social Service), 3) he 
would help in the running of the home, 4) 
when he went out he would either be back 
when he said he would or he would phone 
me of any change in plans, 5) we would 
respect each other's way of life and make 
allowances for each other as necessary.

Glen soon came to feel at home. He never 
made any demands upon me or caused me 
any disharmony. He was and still is a "great 
guy" and very loyal. He helped in the house 
far beyond what was expected of him; 
indeed we even decided that I should foster 
him but we were both realistic enough to 
know that this would not be allowed by the 
S.S., which had total control over his case, 
because I am gay and have served time in 
prison for sexual contact with a minor.

Glen stayed with me for about 6 months, 
and then one night in October he was 
picked up by the police, who had been 
watching my house. He was taken to the
Catford Police Station (See PAN 2, page 
30), given the usual thumping in the 
presence of D/C Shakespeare of the Juvenile 
Bureau, was made to strip and given a sexual 
assault medical examination. He was 
kept in the cells until morning, then handed 
over to the S.S., which placed him first in a 
secure unit, then a boys' prison and finally in 
a Home called Neasworth House, Royston, 
Leicester, many miles from London.

In due course Glen was back in the city, 
back with me, as he now considered my 
house his real home. With the help of his 
three elder brothers, one of whom was 
married, Glen went "on tour", never staying too 
long at any of their homes. Despite repeated 
visits by Barbara McKenzie, Glen was

<photograph, with caption: 
"Barbara McKenzie at the wedding">

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always able to evade her and all the other 
authorities looking for him. One day she 
arrived in my home with D/C Shakespeare 
and other police officers with a warrant for 
his arrest, but by that time Glen was already 
"on tour" again. Glen was not wanted for 
any crime (he didn't start stealing until later), 
only for running away from the control of the S.S.

And so Glen lived, seldom in a proper 
home, often in squats, keeping himself in 
food and clothes as best he could. His elder 
sister Lorraine had by this time run away 
from a Home and was back in London. 
Despite the attempts of the S.S. to break up 
the Robertson family, they all tended to 
regard Ladywell as their natural base and 
communicated with one another through 
the social network there. Lorraine got 
married and, with the help of the S.S., obtained 
a flat in a tower block where nobody else 
wanted to live. Barbara McKenzie attended 
the wedding, but she was not there so much 
to wish Lorraine every happiness as to bring 
a brother (14) and a sister (12) still in Care 
and living 20 miles apart. She made very 
sure the youngsters toasted the bride and 
groom only with orange squash and were 
never more than a few yards from her. They 
also had to depart from the reception after 
only one hour: she wasn't going to leave the 
children, who could have easily found their 
separate ways home, with or without help 
- and she certainly wasn't going to work 
overtime) It was at this wedding reception 
that the accompanying photo of McKenzie was taken.

When Glen was 16 he moved in with his 
sister, and the S.S. finally capitulated, but 
not before the boy was marked for life. 
While he was living with me he couldn't 
attend school, for the school was informed 
of his runaway status and was watched by 
the police. So, though he was still a very 
likeable lad, he was forced to live by his 
wits, engaging in all sorts of petty and not 
so petty criminal acts, very often caught and 
brought to the courts but never giving his 
real name and never being recognized, even 
at the Catford Police Station.

How much better it would have been 
for Glen if he had been allowed to stay 
with Ralph Alden, if he had been allowed 
to go to school, if he had not been 
chased by the Social Service and the 
police from friend to brother to sister to 
squats, if he had not been arrested by the
police for simply living where he wanted 
to live, if he had not been beaten up and 
raped by them in a travesty of a medical 
examination! Barbara McKenzie comes 
off in this history as a villainess, but is 
she, really? Looking closely at the 
accompanying photo it can be seen that 
she brought to the wedding a pocket 
camera, suggesting the event held some 
sort of importance for her. And ultimately 
she did intervene in behalf of Lorraine 
and her husband to find a flat, and so 
gave Glen, now 16, a home at last. The 
problem is with the setup, the abysmal 
ignorance of social workers and society 
in general about the thoughts and feelings 
and needs of kids and how they 
cope with their own and other people's sexuality.

The ways of ameliorating the lot of the 
boy runaway would seem to be self-evident, 
but they would be hotly resisted by 
the religious element and other conservative 
forces in our society. First, children 
should have some say about where and 
with whom they live; this is especially 
true where the State assumes control 
over them. Second, there should be a 
general loosening of the restrictions 
against "child" employment; kids should 
be allowed to work at most jobs they can 
do well, and at lower wages than adults. 
(This would give young runaways 
especially an alternative to crime or sex 
as a way of keeping body and soul 
together.) Third, it should be absolutely 
forbidden for governmental authorities to 
intervene in the consensual sexual lives 
of the minors they control; it should be a 
matter of complete indifference to them 
whether a child choses to live with a gay, 
a paedophile or in a commune with other 
youngsters, provided only he is happy, is 
well cared for, receives some kind of 
education suitable to his abilities and 
keeps out of trouble.

Any nation which allows (or orders) its 
kid industry to adopt these principles will 
soon experience a dramatic drop in 
juvenile crime and reap the benefits of a 
far greater number of runaway kids 
growing up into happy and productive adults.

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