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IT IS NOT THE HOMOSEXUAL WHO IS PERVERSE, BUT THE SOCIETY IN WHICH HE LIVES

A film by Rosa von Praunheim.

Are you from Berlin?

No, it's my first time in Berlin.

Do you like it here?

It's too early to say.

Do you already have a room?

- I'm staying at a hotel. - Hotels aren't comfortable in the long run.

When I travel, I prefer to stay with friends.

And when they come to Berlin, they stay at my place.

I have a small apartment, not far from here.

Is it hard to find an apartment around here?

I guess it's always hard if you don't know your way around.

But I was lucky...

Not like with other things.

The truth is, I'm very lonely.

I could walk forever, just talking to you.

Being on your feet all day, you must be pretty tired by now.

I don't live far from here.

We could have a cup of coffee.

You have such beautiful hands... such soft skin...

At first I didn't have the courage to talk to you.

But when you looked deep into my eyes,

so gently and tenderly, you encouraged me.

I'm so glad you came along.

It's so nice to hold you in my arms.

I'm often alone and lonely.

You can't imagine how much I long for a true friend.

But it's hard to find someone... sincere.

I like you, my boy.

I'm so glad we've met.

You seem so natural and honest.

That's rare.

Most guys are callous and phony.

Speaking of love while already thinking about the next guy.

I've been let down many times, believe me...

But I never stopped looking for a true friend.

Gays don't want to be gay.

They don't want to be different.

They want to live as kitschy and bourgeois as the average citizen.

They long for a home

where they can live with an honest and faithful friend

in a cohabiting relationship.

The ideal partner has to be clean, honest, and natural.

A pure, lively boy.

Kind and playful... like a German shepard.

Gays demand each other to be aesthetes, to care about their appearance.

It makes them proud and distinguishes them from the rest.

Condemned as sick and inferior by the bourgeoisie,

they try to be even more like them,

in order to wear away their feeling of guilt

with an excessive amount of middle-class virtues.

They're politically passive and conservative,

in gratitude for not being beaten to death.

It's not the homosexual who is perverse, but the situation in which he lives.

Gays are ashamed of their nature.

For centuries, christian upbringing has taught them they're nothing but pigs.

Hence, they escape this dreadful reality

into a romantic world of kitsch and ideals.

They have glossy dreams

about someone who'll help them escape their daily hardships

into a world of love and romance.

A homosexual relationship,

as much as both partners want it,

is doomed to fail.

They hide like criminals, forced to start their relationships

by having sex without foreplay.

Pure sex ignores the partner's individual needs.

It merely serves as an object of one's own lust.

With a bit of luck, this condition is mutual.

But it's not enough to establish a satisfying relationship between two people.

Clemens desires Daniel and his boyish body,

which, in Clemens' eyes, pleasantly differs through it's firmness

from the soft curves of a woman.

As long as he can remember, he's always been attracted to men.

He loves Daniel's boyish, shy behavior

and his unspoilt nature.

Daniel struggles with a feeling of sin,

which, caused by his strict upbringing, lies heavily upon him.

He won't dare to look at Clemens...

because he likes him a lot...

which confuses him...

and he doesn't even know why.

Clemens's love for Daniel, and the satisfaction of his touch,

give him a feeling of purity...

the beauty and purity of a man-on-man relationship.

To prove it, he'd love to throw open the windows

and show the whole world how beautiful

love between two men can be.

I'm so happy, Daniel.

Me too.

I don't want to let you go.

Do you think we'll stay together?

All of this is new,

and I didn't know it would mean that much to me

to sleep with a man.

Is this really your first time?

No, it's not, but until now I couldn't admit to myself

that I was really interested.

For the first time I'm truly happy.

Are you sure?

Tomorrow you might change your mind.

With Daniel, a new life began.

He was the only one who ever really felt something for me.

I'll always love him for that.

Our love was all we cared about.

Whatever happened around us lost it's meaning.

I finally realized

how dreary and gray my life had been.

I never really knew what love was.

I kept on living without a purpose.

The power of his love tied me stronger to him.

I didn't want to be without him.

Every hour spent alone seemed like some kind of punishment.

I was tormented by feverish desire.

Our embraces afterwards felt intoxicating.

We spent most of our evenings at home,

watching TV to further our education.

Both of us did the housekeeping,

and time just flew by.

On weekends, I spent hours in the Cafe where Daniel used to work.

On our days off, when the weather was nice,

we went to the countryside, dreaming the day away.

Or we just drove aimlessly through the city.

When it rained, we wrote letters, or read.

"Dear Mother,

"this is my 4th month in Berlin.

"Time just flew by.

"Working at the Cafe is fun.

"I've rented a room at a friend's apartment.

"We get along just fine.

"He has shown me around the city.

"Especially the surrounding areas with their many lakes

"and forests amaze me."

Gays attempt to simulate a middle-class marriage.

Instead of hating those responsible for their misfortune,

they wish for a lifelong relationship granted by church and state.

A middle-class marriage is based on the upbringing of children

and the oppression of the wife.

Gay marriage can't be anything but a ridiculous imitation,

as the lack of mutual duties is being replaced

by a romantic and unrealistic love.

That romantic and idolizing love is nothing but self-love.

Most gays don't realize

that the love they feel is in fact self-love.

The partner is seen as an idol of one's own hopes and longings.

They're neither trying to understand nor pay attention to them.

They even burden their partner with their own problems.

Gay marriage fails due to the rivalry of two conceited men,

who were raised not to follow their interests together,

but as competitors.

The lack of mutual duties,

and the inability to get along,

due to being self-centered,

will soon lead to the tragic end of a romantic friendship.

What remains is loneliness

and a vast void,

that will soon be cluttered with new imaginary and vain dreams.

Four months have passed since I came to Berlin.

I've decided to leave Clemens.

I know it's a big mistake, as I still love him like on the first day.

We often act contrary to our feelings, despite regretting it deeply afterwards.

In the small Cafe where Daniel used to work,

he was approached by a wealthy man, whom he soon trusted.

He was fascinated by his knowledge and sophistication.

The spruceness and neatness for which he'd learned to cherish Clemens

and which he, without admitting it, found stifling,

laid the foundation for an unforeseen world of art and culture.

Overwhelmed by a feeling of something big and important,

he agreed to join his benefactor on a longer trip,

and afterwards moved into his villa.

The so-called "Pedagogical Eros",

with which older gays justify sleeping with young men,

simply means an authoritative relationship of dependancy

between a smart ass and a helpless, silly boy.

Education and art,

once dead serious leisure activities of the rich,

are being gratefully received by gays as a getaway from their problems.

The popular belief that gays are artistically more gifted than others

is, in fact, an old wives' tale.

They only engage so much in art,

because they believe it makes their life more endurable.

To them, art is shallow and ineffective, just like when Heydrich played the piano.

As long as education and art are means of the rich and powerful

to belie human and economical issues,

they must be radically rejected.

And as long as gays think they're special,

while they imitate the rich, they must be rejected as well.

Upholding the oppression of homosexuals is especially crucial to rich gays.

They welcome the helplesness of the oppressed,

because it makes it easier to lure them into their beds.

Do you know, do you know

where the lemon blossom grows.

In dark foliage

the golden orange glows.

A gentle breeze

blows from the azure sky.

Still stands the myrtle

and the laurel, high?

A gentle breeze blows from the azure sky.

Still stands the myrtle, and the laurel, high?

Do you know, do you know.

Do you know it well?

There, there.

Would I go with you,

oh my beloved.

There, there would I go with you.

There,

there...

For gays, culture is a way to get to know each other.

In a sultry atmosphere of overemphasized formalities,

they soon drop all pretense.

Being let down their whole life, many have become cold and cruel.

All they see in their partner is a sex object.

Homosexuals have a more ambitious urge for independence

and success than others.

They know that at an old age, they won't be loved for who they are.

The most important thing for gays is the overemphasis

of youth and physicality.

Buying a young man also means regaining a part

of their own lost youth.

On his fatherly lover's first music night,

he got to meet his acquaintances: Renowned actors and business men.

He feels left alone and desperate.

His friend seems to only have eyes for that young, exotic singer.

Once again, he's at the mercy of the old men's comforting attempts.

They flatter him, stroke his hair,

and close a tight circle around him - everybody wants him for themselves.

He suddenly feels nauseous like he needs to throw up.

He knows he can't stay there,

where his faith in all that's good and beautiful has been betrayed.

He leaves in disgust.

Daniel has found a new job.

He now works at an afternoon meeting place for homosexuals.

He's rented a cheap room from a colleague,

and, through work, makes friends with people his own age.

The other gays like him,

because he knows how to adapt to their customs.

He becomes more secure and independent,

and does not invest all his feelings in flings.

Everything's new, and he's happy to be able to live almost freely

among a group of like-minded people.

Interesting conversations about film, fashion, and grooming

give inspiration for his leisure time,

which he spends almost only with gays.

Most homosexuals are business men or have service jobs.

They're afraid of getting their nails dirty,

and they also fear their colleagues' aggressiveness.

Gays have it twice as hard at work.

On top of the usual shitty job

comes the unnerving act of self-denial.

They become "leisure-queers"

who gladly escape the hypocrisy at work into the gay world,

where they may not be accepted as human beings, but as gays.

They meet for coffee and cake,

listen to songs by Zarah Leander and Marlene Dietrich,

and make trips to places like Sylt and Torremolinos.

The less they're capable of having human relationships among their own,

the more they're in need of a substitute.

Their longing for luck and fulfillment

is being exploited by the industry and deflected into material things.

For the bourgeoisie, it's all about home interior, TV sets, and cars.

For gays, it's all about fashion.

Just like a product's packaging distracts from it's actual content,

gays use fashion to draw attention to their outer appearance.

The lust to adorn one's body

fits the enourmous vanity of gays,

who will soon be unable to love anyone but themselves.

The light blue sweater gays used to wear years ago,

which distinctively differed from dull men's fashion,

has turned into exhibitionism and fetishism.

Fashion has to be like a second skin,

indicating the size of the penis.

Soon, gays won't be capable of anything but...

waiting like a high-class hooker

for a rich man to take them away into a world

of sheer pleasure... and lust.

Homosexuals have nothing in common

but the strong wish to sleep with a man.

The increasing desire for the naked male body

makes them leave their families and go to places

where they can meet gays.

In the company of other gays, they can forget for a while

that they're lepers and outcasts of society.

Nevertheless, they hate each other.

The others are seen as a reflection of one's own misfortune.

Fear of sexuality,

feelings of guilt, foisted upon them by society,

and a strong feeling of competition

make them secret enemies among their own.

In order to be able to communicate,

they make up certain commonalities,

which can only be phony.

They develop superficial rituals and shapes.

Just like the bourgeoisie, they judge each other by their appearance.

In order to be accepted by the gay community,

young homosexuals will soon have to trade

their more personal interests

for so-called gay interests and ideals.

Meeting points for homosexuals are vanity fairs.

They show themselves off, hoping to be wooed by everyone else.

Daniel, who lay dreaming on the sun terrace at the Wannsee lake,

noticed him right away.

He admired his strong body... and his butch appearance.

But he wouldn't dare to show his admiration.

He slightly turned his head,

as if to protect it from the blinding sunbeams.

Through his half-closed eyes he gazed at those strong hands,

that were slowly stripping down a pair of tight fitting jeans...

exposing a bulging pair of trunks.

He desired him...

and he wanted nothing more than to satisfy his desire,

but his pride prevented him from making the first step.

Until now, he was the one that others would woo,

and he could always pick those

he wanted to give his affection to.

He knew his effect on others, and he was partly to blame for it.

He enjoyed being the focus of a pair of lustful eyes,

but he was too shy to spare someone,

who he might have been able to love,

a longer glance.

Wolfgang shared his views.

It was the only time that a fling

had become a tender relationship.

They spent a lot of time together.

They told each other about their amorous escapades and discussed them.

Wolfgang always offered good advice.

He came from a good family,

and Daniel adopted much of his sophisticated lifestyle.

He seemed to know what life was about.

They often felt like they were... truly happy.

A gentle breeze made the hot day more bearable.

His skin hurt a little,

but he knew that before summer ended,

his troubles would be rewarded with an even tan.

Daniel, who's been living in Berlin for more than two years now,

is no longer content with meeting men in classy cafes, boutiques, and lidos.

He's fascinated by the exotic world of gay bars.

He gets excited every time

he enters one of those bars with their huge mirrors,

the pink/red lighting, and those sensuous rythms.

He loves shoving himself through a crowd of young men

who gaze at him in passive admiration.

He needs this kind of self-affirmation

to get over his loneliness,

which, after many numbing nights, starts growing inside of him.

He's slowly granted access to a world of unforeseen possibilities.

He gets to meet people of all kinds of nationalities and occupations.

More often, he drifts into the night, always astonished anew.

He now has not just one, but many favorite bars.

An uneasiness is growing inside of him. He becomes addicted...

to the tantalizing adventures of which no one knows...

how they might end.

Gays rarely have difficulties connecting in big cities.

It's easy for them to find men they can sleep with,

because they offer themselves on every street corner like whores.

Out of fear of old age,

they believe they must live their youth to the fullest.

They become moody, hectic, and more compulsive.

Gays are rarely happy.

They've taken all sexual freedoms

of which the bourgeoisie can only dream.

But they're incapable

of truly enjoying those freedoms.

Like any other kid,

gays were brought up to live by rules and regulations.

Those rules and duties will also apply in a marriage between man and woman.

Gays, however, could take advantage of their freedom,

on their own responsibility.

They could live with someone for as long

as they can enjoy it.

For gays, freedom isn't about

taking responsibility, but about chaos.

They get stuck at an infantile level.

They're constantly horny,

choosing a cheap fling

over a perhaps more valuable relationship.

Gays have trouble

engaging in a long-term relationship.

Full of vanity and remorse

they exchange glances, always looking for true happiness.

They have an ideal image of a man

who doesn't exist.

Two thousand sexual partners in the life of a gay man

are often just surrogates for the one...

they long for, deep in their hearts.

Each time they are being dissappointed anew,

and often all that remains is a feeling of disgust.

Most gays resemble the type of 'nice guy from a good family',

who places great value on a masculine appearance.

They lead a double life,

afraid of being outed as homosexuals.

Their greatest enemy is the flamboyant "fairy".

Fairies are effeminate homosexuals

who attempt to act like hysterical women.

They wear make-up and are the worst nightmare

of the bourgeoisie and of closeted gays

who could be exposed by them.

Fairies are not as phony as bourgeois gays.

Gays are often conceited, moody, and jealous.

Fairies overdo their gay attributes and ridicule them.

They question society's standards and show what it means to be gay.

Being gay is all Daniel cares about now.

It has become an addiction.

He's looking for greater thrills that can satisfy him much faster.

The strangest among gays are,

besides transvestites, who dress like women

and long for female genitals, the leather men.

Their masculinity is damaged the most.

In order to compensate for the loss of their manliness,

they adorn themselves with symbols of masculinity.

Like closeted gays among Nazis, in Western films, or in the army,

leather men, too, are longing

for a world of violence conveyed through those symbols...

...when, in fact, they're as innocent as kids playing war games.

Lust that can't be experienced directly

turns into perversion.

Leather men only get satisfaction through the use of auxiliary means.

Leather is often being associated with sadism and masochism...

The need to punish and to be punished.

Leather men expect to be punished,

because they feel to have failed both themselves and society.

They're nice, polite people who suffer from their weakness.

Looking for new sexual adventures,

Daniel dares to visit the municipal park,

where he's hoping to find satisfaction more easily.

The nightly ritual of cruising in bars has made him tired.

He found it too much of a hassle to talk to someone

and maybe even spend the night with them just to have sex.

The park's oppressive atmosphere was even more captivating

than the thought of having new sexual experiences.

Afraid of being interrupted,

and with the unfulfilled expectation of a touch,

he passed the fascinating choreography of men,

who were timidly walking around

without saying a single word.

Then he leaves the park...

disappointed to not have found the dominating aggressiveness

he was hoping for.

He reckons it takes the knowledge of secret signals and rituals

which could open the door to "perversion".

Daniel knows there's no way back.

He wants a man - tonight!

He often went home, telling himself

he could've had a lot of guys if he'd wanted to.

That feeling was more important than if he'd actually slept with them.

But now he won't control himself any longer.

He doesn't know what else to do. Nothing matters anymore. It's as if...

he were intoxicated.

Public toilets are the most popular meeting points for homosexuals.

Gays who have trouble connecting,

are forced to have their first homosexual experience in a public toilet.

Being punished for their homosexuality by society,

and left with a guilty conscience,

many have reduced their homosexuality strictly to sex.

They stand side by side, in constant fear of discovery,

and if they finally pick someone up,

they have to get off within seconds.

A relationship directed only towards a man's penis

is for many gays the only kind of love-making they know.

They go from toilet to toilet, constantly seeking satisfaction,

which, if they're lucky, can only be found compromised.

Gays hold public toilets in low esteem.

They claim to despise "toilet queers",

but secretly go there themselves

if they didn't score in one of their fancy bars.

Here they appreciate the often 'masculine laborer' kind of guys

who are not interested in hiding their lust

underneath fashion and good manners.

In our society, being a hustler is much more convenient

than working a dull, impersonal job.

We don't make as much as hookers, though.

Most hustlers are runaways from foster homes,

who refuse a middle-class life

with it's limited possibilities in the first place.

Like many rockers, who suppress their homosexuality with brutality,

most hustlers aren't gay at all.

With gays, they can let off

their rage against the authorities,

which they hold responsible for their fate.

They hate gays,

because in the eyes of our society, gays are still worse than decent criminals.

Extortion, mugging, and murder of gays were daily fare

when, thanks to "§ 175", older gays had to gratefully put up with all that.

The law has been abolished,

but not people's attitude towards certain homosexuals

who still live in constant fear of being exposed.

In line with society's hatred of old age,

growing old is the worst that can happen to gays.

Gays often die young,

because all they do is worship the young male body,

while ignoring all human qualities.

Quite often, they start aging at around 30.

Older gays who aren't wealthy

are either forced to exploit young gays in a cold and aggressive manner,

or to get involved in dangerous adventures with hustlers.

Sex is more important to older gays than to married men

who, due to always sleeping with the same woman,

will soon become impotent.

The sight of young men arouses older gays each time anew.

Their mostly unsuccessful attempts to cruise for sex

in dark lit toilets and parks, since they're not welcome in bars,

are taking up most of their energy.

Many are in denial about their age out of sheer vanity.

They're trying to artificially keep themselves young,

but it just makes them look ridiculous.

The life of older gays is no bed of roses.

They're often exposed to inhumane isolation

which, just like a growing ulcer, deprives them

of every last bit of joy in life.

No! No! No! Those shoes look terrible! Combined with that shirt and scarf...

I once saw him wear bright red shoes... Disgusting!

She only gets lucky when she's cottaging!

I even saw her at the station, dressed in bright colors...

from dusk till dawn...

And by day she looks like a parrot! Look at that... Terrible!

Dirty, gay pigs! They're not human, they belong in a concentration camp!

It's one of the filthiest practices! They're scum! It's a crime!

If my son were gay, I'd beat him to death! I'd rip his head off!

Why raise a kid with love and devotion if it ends up being perverted?

I feel sorry for them. They're sick, unfortunate people.

Maybe psychoanalysis could cure them. Who knows?

Nobody wants to have anything to do with them.

I'd struggle with it, too.

They need to be gassed and castrated! All you can do is beat them up!

If one of them would dare touch me,

I'd beat the crap out of him and make him forget he was ever gay.

They need a good thrashing!

They're so oversexed, they don't know what else to do.

I'm the dazzling dame you know from the cabaret show.

Look around the fair and you'll see there's no one else like me.

All the guys turn around and look at me,

and I know exactly what they want to see

I'm the dazzling dame you know from the cabaret show.

Look around the fair and you'll see there's no one else like me.

All the guys look me in the eye

but the one I fancy just passes me by...

but the one I fancy just passes me by.

Daniel is desperate and lonely.

He tries to numb himself with alcohol and cigarettes in his new favorite bar.

Here he can recover from his surreal escapades in parks and public toilets,

just to go there again.

He needs distraction from the unnerving silence of his room

and the ongoing problems at work.

It's a fantastic theater of dwarfs,

cripples,

and ordinary tranvestites.

They rarely come out of hiding, but here they are welcome.

Workers and older gays,

who aren't welcome in fancy gay bars,

can feel at home...

and sit together like one big family, hectically enjoying themselves

to forget their loneliness.

A rose blooms in Colorado.

A rose, beautiful and red.

Up in the Colorado mountains,

that's where I'll meet my rose again.

She has two cerulean eyes.

And her heart belongs only to me.

A rose blooms in Colorado.

And in the morning I will ride to her.

- Hello, Paul. How are you? - Fine, thanks.

- And you? - I get by.

Are you still living with that guy?

I hardly see you anymore.

Yes, it's fun.

It's better than living alone.

At first it was hard, because we only cared about ourselves.

But once you learn to repect each other,

it's much better than living alone.

- Can I visit you sometime? - Sure, do you have any plans now?

If you're interested, you can check out how we're living.

I'd love to! Hanging around in bars gets exhausting with time.

I don't know why that is.

Maybe I've been let down too many times.

You're afraid to show your feelings.

So you're waiting for guys to fancy you.

But when they fall in love, you break up with them.

I'm afraid to fall in love. Time makes one cautious.

I'm pretty lonely, actually.

I always hang around in bars, but nothing new happens.

I've slept with most of the guys.

My longest relationship was with Clemens.

You still like him?

I'll never forget him.

I won't lose hope.

I want to make the most of my time while I'm still young,

and experience as much as possible.

I've experienced a lot.

If I'd stayed in my small town, I would've never known what's out there.

I've been to parties in fancy houses, I've slept with celebrities,

ironers, coal carriers...

I'm glad I didn't become a bourgeois

with a wife and kids. The same routine, day by day...

You've told us how it all started,

and that everything was fantastic, because it was new and adventurous,

but when you came here, you were sick and tired of being gay.

You've become a "career queer".

All you're interested in is sex and how to get it.

But you're too weak to break free on your own.

It's hard for you, because you have no other interests

besides being gay.

You'll wreck your nerves and become more addicted and unhappy.

You've become a whore who's not getting paid.

You've become incapable of having a human relationship.

Everything is cold, calculating, and uptight.

I think what you've done was pretty stupid.

You live like a million other gays.

You're just as uptight, dependent, and unhappy as them.

In a time where everyone feared to be put in prison,

it would've been comprehensible.

But now is the time to help ourselves.

We've all been intimidated by our families,

and now all we consist of is weakness.

Because we'll never be able to forget the restrictions

imposed on us in our childhood.

It's crucial that we change our fucked up situation.

We can't always blame others.

- We must overcome our fucking weakness. - We need to start thinking about

what we do wrong.

That's easy for you to say. How am I supposed to do that?

It's crucial for all gays

to come out of the closet.

We must have the courage to tell everyone that we're gay.

It's hard, but it's the only way.

We feel dependent and guilty,

and as a result, we'll become moody and unreliable.

We can't even be honest to those we love.

We mustn't be afraid of our parents and employers anymore.

We need to organize...

...against those fucking employers who want to fire us for being gay.

We must publish the names of homophobes in our magazines.

Maybe they're afraid, because they're closeted gays themselves.

We need to end this situation,

that makes us show our cocks in public toilets,

and stand there for hours, till we leave... alone and disgusted,

with a bad conscience on top of it all.

Nevertheless, we'll return the next day,

because many of us are afraid to look someone in the eye

and start a conversation,

just to see they're a human being,

and not just someone with a cock to use and dispose of.

It may seem moralistic and bourgeois

to oppose public toilets and parks,

but it's necessary.

We risk becoming so insensitive

that we'll judge people only by their body,

and in the end we'll suffer too,

because we're lonely and out of love.

Gays have a kitschy image of eternal love...

like you find it in fairytales, on TV, in movies, or magazines.

Eternal love is bullshit.

People should stay together for as long as it's fun,

instead of swearing each other eternal and true love,

which will always lead to disappointment.

In America, they now have churches for gays.

A gay priest has started a cult where gays

can satisfy their repressed feeling for religion,

and even get the chance to marry.

It's the same old shit as with man and woman.

We don't want to stay together out of compulsion,

but of our own free will.

It may be more difficult, but at least it's honest.

Two guys who isolate themselves from everyone else,

only to live for themselves,

are being egotistical and cruel towards others.

We need to live together

and not against each other like in a marriage.

Gays should be aware

that most guys, considering today's possibilities,

rarely stay together for more than two or three years.

After that, it's mostly getting dull.

We should try to make the most of this opportunity,

and at least engage in longer relationships

instead of sleeping with another guy every day.

We have to be disciplined enough

not to risk losing a dear friend over a cheap adventure.

Gays being together creates a tense atmosphere.

The others are seen as a reflection of one's own problems.

We're always cruising, that's why we dress up.

Refuse the fashion terror! Condemn high-class hustlers!

Don't wait for rich Johns,

because they'll only exploit and dump you!

Pretending we're real men is bullshit...

- ...because most of us aren't. - Let's become more gay!

Closeted gays must have the guts to come out.

Fairies and leather men should end their feud

and fight for their freedom side by side.

Meeting points like cafes,

bars, boutiques, or lidos are intolerable,

because they're all about self-display. Especially bars...

with their hostile atmosphere.

Everyone's standing around, conceited and uptight...

It's impossible to start a conversation

without feeling obligated to have sex.

Boycott those bars!

- Push for new bars... - ...where gays can feel free,

knowing it's not only their money others are interested in.

Trash those fucking gay bars

if they're nothing but brothels.

Gays need to stop hating each other.

We must love each other and not be competitors.

The oppression of gays has made sex and flings vital to them,

and for many, they've become their main activities.

Try to be more personal, more independent!

Out of fear of old age, most gays

frantically chase after sex.

Older gays become aggressive,

because they're being despised by the young ones.

If the time comes when gays not only care about physical appearances,

old age will not be such an issue anymore.

Boycott parks and toilets! Come out of hiding!

Take to the streets! Rally for your rights!

Help those stupid fashion-fags,

those arrogant pretty boys, and those bar-queers!

Help those who fuck in toilets and parks out of their fucked up situation!

Sex shouldn't be a competition or a way to boost your ego.

It should contribute to understanding

and not, as is often the case with gays,

make them strangers after a one-night stand.

We must try to fuck freely...

and respect the other instead of seeing him as an object.

The bourgeoisie call us "fruity",

but most of us are cold and uptight.

We must become erotically free and socially responsible.

Let's unite with the Black Panthers and the Women's Lib,

and fight the oppression of minorities!

Take care of each other's problems at work!

Show your solidarity if a colleague gets into a conflict,

and you can count on their help in return.

Engage in politics!

Being gay is not a movie!

We gay pigs want to become humans and to be treated as such!

We have to fight for it!

We want to be accepted, and not just tolerated.

But it's not just about being accepted by the people,

but also about how we treat each other. We don't want any anonymous groups!

We want a joint action,

so we can get to know each other while fighting our problems...

and learn to love each other!

We need to organize!

We need better bars, good doctors, and a safe working environment!

Become proud of your homosexuality!

Get out of the toilets! Take to the streets!

Freedom for gays!