who would be affronted or alarmed by such acts." (The constitutionality of this section is currently under contention. Basically,
the argument is based on, "If
you don't want to see something,
Section 1321: Loitering. "A person is guilty of loitering when he
remains in a public place for the
purpose of soliciting sexual relations or for the purpose of soliciting sexual relations for money
and/or other funds."
Though the change in Delaware
Law would not have been possible
without the aid of many people,
including our heterosexual brothers and sisters, plaudits are especially deserved by Human Enlightenment, Inc. of Delaware (P.
O. Box 863, Wilmington, Del.
19899). H.E.'s current legal activity includes filing a class action
suit against the Federal Government claiming a tax exempt status
as a nonpolitical, nonprofitorgan-
We as citizens, taxpayers and
also human beings remain here in
Texas (with her antiquated laws).
There is reason to believe that
actions by some of our State Gay
Organizations are acting for the
benefit of changes. The NUNTIUS
has endeavered to keep abreast
with the actions of these organizations and their progress but
without their corporation and being
a one-man-staff makes it even
Harry of D.
ON THE SOAPBOX Left-
Prejudice / Discrimination Among Gays TTanHa-pH
by "Maude" Childers
It's true! Gays are prejudiced,
and they discriminate among themselves, and they aren't "camping"
when they do. It's one thing to
be attacked by the "anti-Gay"
heterosexuals; but to be attacked
by your own brothers and sisters
-- well -- a stab in the back
couldn't be much worse.
How do Gays discriminate because of prejudice?
I'm a member of MCC. I love
my Church and my religion. I
also love the bars, and, yes Virginia, even the baths. Contary to
widespread belief —MCC doesn't
preach hellfire and damnation; nor
do we attack or condemn the bars
or the baths; and yet, as an active
member in MCC, I go into the
bars wearing my cross . . . and
then the feeling of love and acceptance surrounds me . . .
"Well, have you convinced God
that He's Gay yet?"
"Hey man, don't you KNOW
that you can't be Christian and
What is MCC — just a bunch
of queens playing Church?"
"You mean you actually drink
smoke, have sex, and still go to
In some bars, we, as members
and friends of MCC usually get
preached at and condemned for
what we believe. We believe in
total love, not just partial love.
We love the mental, physical, and
spiritual aspects of each individual We are not criticised because we can love each other
mentally and physically, but because we can love each other
spiritually as well. We love, regardless of race, color, sexual
preference, religious affiliation (if
any), or regardless if you care to
smoke, drink, or how you relate
sexually. We are not prejudiced
We don't walk into the bars or
baths with a "holier than thou"
attitude; and yet, some people,
when they discover that we are
from MCC, automatically assume
we have a "holier than thou"
attitude. When delivering our
Church paper, "The Channel", a
friendly bartender gave us the
usual interrogation as to how we
could possibly be Christian and
Gay. Then after the discussion
had everybody's attention --the
stage was set, the lights went on
us, and the resident bar personality walked up to me, carressed
my leg, and said: "Let's go home
Ghost of a Chance is witty, clever sex romp
Jaguar Productions' latest release.
A Ghost of a Chance, is a witty film
that uses an ingenious plot to sock
across its sizzling sex interludes.
There are plenty of laughs, too.
The cast, which holds nothing
back in the bare flesh department.
is divided between long and languid
types and the decidely humpy. The
photography of Barry Knight is
splendid, and the cockeyed script of
Gorton Hall is bouncy.
Once again, filmmakers are intent on creating a work where sex is
part of the whole scene, not just an
isolated moment. The more this
trend continues, the faster the ripoff
artists in the gay flick market will
Knight knows what he's doing,
and he has a tine sense of erotic
design combined with technical
know-how. Two scenes in Ghost are
outstanding. There's a fantasy romp
in a greeny bower that could be out
of Fellini or Zeffirelli. The lovers
(Roy Clark and Toby Willis) make
out handsomely whiie the camera
roams around the foliage like a
Peeping Tom. And there's an all-
white segment with Tom Winston'
and Ralph Martin writhing and
slurping on two enormous snow
Knight's trademark of using the
overhead shot when the body steam
begins to rise is sexciting as all hell.
This time out, the prolific Hall
has come up with a Blithe Spirit
type of yarn. Glen Brock loses a
lover in a car accident. Not for too
long, however. Couple of years later
the astral dude returns to bug his
earthly ex-partner. At times, we're
never quite certain whether we're
watching the ghost in action or
someone who looks like the horny
The device makes Way for some
amusing moments: Jimmy Hughes
looking in the kitchen while his
LANGUID AND HUMPY. Principal'
Brock, Jimmy Hughes, Toby Willis,
lover is getting royally rimmed by
the invisible man. and another
scene where Hughes gets generously
goosed by the ghost.
The ending is an amicable twist.
The film is sophisticated in what it's
saying. The script gives out a nice
little message about common sense
in sexual matters. Anyone who sees
the film is likely to feel pretty good
about the value of honest sex. As
usual, Hall drops in a dramatic
moment. Gena Powers has a fine
Photo by Scottt Fo>
) in Barry Knight's latest romp, Ghost of a Chance, are (from left) Glen
and Roy Clark. Gorton Hall wrote the ghostly comedy.
scene as a mother about to marry
again and worried about her son's
Musical background is soft and
in mood. This deserves applause. So
many rotten gay flicks are backed
by soundtracks that have about as
much relationship to the action as a
duck's quack has to a Gershwin
Ex-Groovy Guy Hughes is the
star as far as body pulp goes. He's
worth looking at when he's standing
around or screwing up a storm, but
he reads dialogue like a ventriloquist's dummy. Since he's got quite
a film career going, he ought to
polish up his acting style.
The rest of the cast perform well
enough, but the film belongs to
Knight and Hall. Even the special
effects are mischievous. End result
is an engaging 105 minutes mixing
sex and fun in a diverting, entertaining fashion.
NEW YORK CITY-With five
original songs in its heart (pop-
rock) and good color shots of
New York City and Woodstock
(not the concert, the. area around
there), Left-Handed gets a bit of
story and feeling into its fuck-fest.
We follow Ray (Ray Frank), a
hip hep-cat, as he hops about the
Village in his faded blue denim
and into the tearoom off Bank
Street. The tearoom scene has the
usual sex but also a humorous
tinkly sound track, realistic fumbling actions, and an antic, ner-.
vous camera catching the graffiti
on the walls.
Ray, nervous, successful, but
ever-hungry, visits his ff*end, an
Larry (Larry Burns). Larry is'j^st,
getting six bricks of tea from rjis"
dealer, an innocent country boy,
Bob (Robert Rikas). Bob is a nice
hop-headed guy with a chick.
Q u adrangle! The two gay
friends, the tea-dealer, and his
chick. There's material here for
sex and scenics. The obligatory
sex looks like sex in most sex
flicks. But the New York scenes
and the Woodstock locales have
real feeling, depth, and the sort of
handling we're used to outside of
The slight story—consisting of
our watching (hearing) Ray's
via phone calls to his old antique
shop friend-lead us on. The ending, is lyrical, expected, not melodramatic. \
Gay flicks are beginning to
grow up. Wasn't it only yesterday
that Gays* paid $5 to watch .some
guy stripping and taking a shower?
The two gay guys are handsome and as 'dignified as characters in a Dostoyevski novel.
The five songs are OK, but just
OK. Best effects: Strauss music
during one make-out scene and
the tinkle-stuff during the tearoom sequence. Music is by Stan
Finkelstein and Jviehard London.
Producer-directors Jack Deveau
and Jaap Penraat have given us the
first realistic. New York atmosphere this veteran reviewer has
seen in a male skin flick. ;'
this reviewer by accident met
Larry Burns in the. street the next
day. He said all the actors used
their real names.
The times they are archangtng!
For the better.