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J" Like a warm breeze on a Summer night

J" When he envelops me

I give myself to him

J" And my soul takes flight"

(Reporter) Most homosexual partnerships

are not so lasting.

This young waiter

talked about the break-up of his.

Initially, I think

one of the main reasons why it started

is we were very young

when we came together.

We were both 19.

He was much more a man about town,

much more worldly than I was,

and I looked to him

for a great deal of protection.

And as the years went by

and I began to develop,

I became more and more independent of him,

but I certainly didn't love him any less

than what I did from the beginning.

But I think that he resented the fact that

I was no longer

dependent on him for anything.

And this was the cancer that

started in our relationship

and eventually made it break.

J" Horrifying as it was for me

J" To see your face today

J" I guess I knew that

It would happen at some point

J" And I dreaded it because"

How'd I ever think

you were so marvellous?

Bertie, for God's sake, go away!

I have to, George.

I didn't want to hurt you.

J" So you observe the strict rules

J" Laid out in the books of etiquette J"

No! Please!

Happy, are you? Happy?

I despise you!

I disgust you, I know,

because you disgust me.

When slaves love each other,

it's not love.

I'm not married to you, George!

All right then.

Stay with me.

You're the only one left.

J" You know I hate this f***ing town J"

Come back!

J" Without running into someone"

No, don't turn away from me.

Take in your arms.

J" Somebody whom

You desperately want to see

J" But you know

It's only going to cause more grief

J" 'Cause there is nothing left to say

J" And he can't hear you anyway J"

I'm making a real effort.

- What am I supposed to do?

- Deakin is here to look after you!

Your chaperone.

Keep you out of my hair...

Yeah, if he can stand up!

Look, calm down, George!

Or take another pill!

J" 'Cause I really want to hate you

But my intellect reminds me...J"

I love you, Francis.

He loves you not...

J" And I wanted to be your friend

J" But I couldn't pull it off in the end

J" And I'm disappointed with myself

J" 'Cause I thought I could

J" But then again you always made it clear

J" That you do not care either way

J" Which begs the question

J" How can I still claim to love you?

J" You told me time and time again

J" That you don't lose, you always win

J" And that to make an effort

J" Would just be beneath you

J" You know, I hate this f***ing town

J" You cannot even leave your f***ing house

J" Without running into someone

Who no longer cares about you

J" Somebody whom

You desperately want to see

J" But you know it's only going

To cause more grief

J" 'Cause there is nothing left to say

J" He can't hear you anyway J"

- Stop, Martha!

- I can't stop.

I love you too much to stop.

I thought you loved me.

What did you feel for him?

I have a right to know.

What do you want to know?

I shall tell you.

You won't be content until you know.

Until you've ripped it out of me!

I stopped seeing him

because I wanted him.

Do you understand? Because I wanted him!

(Reporter)

Men who choose to love other men

are treated

not only with intolerance and contempt,

but prosecuted and jailed.

As a result, they become vulnerable

to violence, blackmail and persecution.

Parliament has been asked

to consider a bill to remove that threat

by legalising homosexual acts

between consenting adults in private,

but a change in the law doesn't guarantee

a change in attitude by the rest of us.

For many of us, this is revolting:

men dancing with men.

Homosexuals in this country today

break the law.

(MP) I'd been to a party

at one of the embassies.

And I'd been to the House to vote

and then on my way home,

I thought I might take a little exercise

and I went into the park

and I met a young guardsman

and he went with me

and we went

into the darkness of the trees...

I went into this toilet and...

I suppose, two or three times

over the course of an afternoon.

And I came out and somebody,

a young person,

said that

they was arresting me for importuning.

J" Stockholm is a place that I adore

J" But the syndrome by that name

J" Is one that I abhor

J" Patty Hearst cannot compete with me

J" I bet she thinks she can

J" I'll prove her wrong at tea for free

S' Words dent mean anything to you S'

You're a pansy, aren't you!

Pansy?

J" Emotions turn right in to lies

Like black turns in to blue

J" Because the fear has made you blind J"

What's that, apart from being a flower?

So they took me to some police station.

Took my fingerprints.

I was beaten up in a public lavatory

and left lying on the floor.

It was all rather messy

and rather nasty, I'm afraid.

J" No more tangles

J" No more tears

J" No more reindeer games

J" With narcissistic queers

S' Or any other such type oi human being S'

A man had in fact

made advances to me first of all...

And when I was vacated,

he waited outside and beat me up.

And of course, I couldn't do anything.

I couldn't call the police.

Unfortunately,

we were discovered by the police

and one of the park keepers.

And I was then arrested.

And I was inside from Saturday afternoon

until Monday morning.

I never slept. Just sat and cried.

I can only accept this brief, Mr Wilde,

if you assure me on your honour

as an English gentleman

that there is no truth

in the charges against you.

Ladies and gentleman of the jury,

it is indeed a sad and sickening sight.

I assure you, as an Irish gentleman,

that there is no truth whatever

in any of it.

The judge said afterwards

it always astounded him

that in this type of case,

all these homosexuals

could produce witnesses

who would swear that

they were of good character, and so on.

Why on earth shouldn't a homosexual

be of good character?

S' You spend your days tied up 'm knots S'

I want my phone call!

My phone call! My phone call!

J" You know how to tie them

In your flesh and in your thoughts J"

The Earl of Dudley,

in the House of Lords last year,

gave his opinion that

prison was too good for all homosexuals.

J" Tell me how does one

Learn that at your age

J" So that it sticks J"

It is really hell for a person.

And you get the feeling

you want to jump off a bridge.

You don't know what to do.

You walk the streets and...

You don't know a single person to talk to.

Nowadays, I imagine...

you could find out information somewhere,

but you couldn't then, before the war.

It was all hush-hush.

J" No more angles

No more dumbing it down

J" Gee, your hair smells perfect

J" But I cannot stand to have you around

S' Not now

S' Or any other time S'

Sorry I'm late, sergeant,

but I just couldn't leave home

without something bright and gay

for the poor indisposed constables.

And here we are, with my love.

Oh! What have I said?

With my very best floral greetings!

"L am the love

that dare not speak its name".

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