• This entire feature "People Helping People" is also available in Acrobat pdf.
• Author's historical introduction
• Actual feature article as published
• Illustrations

What a nice world it would be if people did as these two do. What they’re doing exactly is, of course, up for grabs. You know, putting out a gay magazine is tough. You have to keep abreast of all the latest developments in gay sex. But even we have trouble following the many twists and turns coming out of San Francisco.

            Take this picture, for instance. It comes from a wild sex journal called Man2Man (PO Box 6052, San Francisco CA 94101; $3) which lists its contents with one, very apt word: INTENSE. Edited and mostly written by Jack Fritscher, former editor of Drummer and author of our fiction this month (“B-Movie on Castro Street”), the 52-page booklet’s most intense part is its bizarro classifieds, which take up one-third of the publication–rather vividly. While the rank majority of the ads can most effectively be described as 101 Things You Can Do On A Rainy Day With Your Best Friend’s Feces, certain classifieds take us far beyond that, proving for all those fuddy-duddies who are still into blood-sex and raping Hell’s Angels that such pastimes are–let’s face it–simply not the dernier cri of kink.

            Here then is an update: a few of our favorite MAN2MAN personals.

            “BALLOON FUCK: Hot WM, 34, seeks bright butch stud to blow up huge balloon to bursting while I suck/fuck/jerk you off.”

            “L.A. ANIMAL FREAK: Wants muscular owners of stallions, Great Danes and Weimaraners. Photo of you and pets gets immediate reply.”

            “STALLED VEHICLES: Into cigar smokers in the driver’s seat of stalled cars. Firebirds and Camaroes are real auto-fetish treats!”

            “NAVY SUBMARINE OFFICER: Wants to exchange his black nylon socks and garters for yours.”

            “HARMLESS PSYCHOPATHS: And weird far-out men wanted for everything including MC’s, piss, scat, sweat, kidnaping, cannibalism and anything a gay Charlie Manson might think about. No nuts.”

            “EUNUCHS: I want to join you!! Who out there can castrate me skillfully?”

            “SMEGMA WANTED: Drugs o k Y ‘

            “IT’S SHOW TIME: Dog slave needs to be trained (punished), groomed (shaved), shown (bondage) and rewarded (fucked). Long show sessions desired. Can reciprocate for right puppy.”

            “SECLUDED PROPERTY SOUGHT: For outdoors scenes and target shooting. Those interested in holding tin cans, reply also!”

            “FIELD PHONE BALL WORK: WM, 35, seeks CBA torture, especially having his weighted, separated balls tightly wrapped with bare wire and worked over with adjustable field phone with Brazilian parrot’s perch.”

            “PARAMEDIC SOUGHT: Am mansex adventurer in search of following scenario: smearing of the muscular scat-donor with a pint of my own blood, drawn paramedically before scene. With the Top glowing bright, glistening red, his muscles would be visualiy more spectacular than ever.”

            And last but not least our very, very favorite:

            “MONEY FUCK: Fuck in a bed full of money. We’ll go out together and ask hot straight guys (construction/truckers/cops) if they can change a ten-spot with bills from their wallets riding tight against their butts, and with coins heated in their pockets hanging in next to their warm dicks. You can move in close on a straight guy when he figures he’s doing a man a favor; you can watch the intensity of his face close-up while his big hands count out the change; you can touch his hands as he lays the bills on you. We’ll head home with our mouths full of man-collected coins. Spit cash into each other’s mouths. Suck cock. Shove rolls of dimes/quarters/halves/and silver dollars up each other’s ass. You haven’t shit till you’ve shit dinero. Let’s jerk off worshiping the money. Money is the only power. Money is the. root of all evil. Let’s put our money where our mouths are. Let’s put our cash on the sheets and celebrate male greed, power, lust and the comfort of the almighty dollar. This is a very honest trip. You bring a couple of hundred to match mine. All cash returned at end of night when we hose off the grease together. No foreign currency and definitely no Susan B’s!”

            MAN2MAN has got to be the best rollercoaster ride in the West. It’s not for everybody--OBVIOUSLY. Still it is definitely worth every penny of the three dollars it costs. But just remember: no Susan B’s!