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Ft. Lauderdale
Bela-Mar Motel Encourages Gay Patronage
The “gay old times” is
still a reality at the Bela-
Mar Motel, located at 3801
N. Ocean Blvd., Ft. Lau
derdale, Florida, where
your congenial hosts are
awaiting your arrival.
The vacation motel-ho
tel features both rooms anc
apartments with all conve
niences of luxury living;
air-conditioning, televi
sion and a pool - at very
moderate rates. Centrally
located to shopping and the
beach, the Bela-Mar has
been completely redecora
ted in a tasteful decor with
the personal touches of both
Peter and Ed and is known
for its cleanliness and ef
ficient service.
Your hosts are two groo
vy guys who are aware of
the action in the gay com
munity of Ft. Lauderdale
and Miami, and keep their
guests tuned in on the hap
penings. You don’t have to
be shy because introduc
tions are in order for most
guests. Peter, especially,
is known for his friendli
ness and informality, and
will see to it that you are
made to feel at home.
After living for fifteen
years in New York, where
Peter edited several pro
fessional publications, they
moved here in 1973. Peter
had always dreamed of
someday owning a motel
catering to the gay commu
nity. That dream Ijecame a
reality last year when they
heard that the motel was for
sale and immediate plans
were made to bring his
dream to life.
When Peter and Ed aren’t
entertaining their guests
you might find them just
lounging, reading, or cook
ing since Peter is an excel-
ent chef. Ed of course,
claims that his main in-
:erest is sex. (What could
>e better?)
If your vacation or holi
day plans include Florida’s
beautiful east coast, be sure
to make a reservation with
the Bela-Mar Motel in Ft.
Lauderdale - you’ll love it.
Aoiazing Adventures Of Super Fag
"The Succubus Horror” Vol. 1, Episode 3
By Zelda Zorch
We find the Fearless
Fighters For The For
ces of Gaydom, Super
Fag and Wonder Lez in
the candle lighted, nine
teenth century gothic
Goergetown Mansion of
Bessie Bottombanger,
friend and sometime
gay lobbyist who is cur
rently away at a graffiti
exhibition in Greece.
Having failed to exor
cise the gruesome gree
dy gangbanging sperm-
thirsty Succubus the
first time, the Elegant
Emancipators of Down
trodden Gays have been
dejectedly considering
their next move. Sud
denly the Ponderous
Pansy plucks the purple
cloche from his head
and waves it with joy.
“Mercy! Bullish Box
lover, I think I’ve got
it!” shouts the eleated
Heroic Hummer.
“Good,” says the
Prodigious Pussy, ad
ding: “I’d like to get this
case over, and get back
to my girl friend, Hairy
Hotlips!”
“I know, Bold Bull,”
says the Fearless Fag
got, “but as the Fore
most Fighters For
Downtrodden Gays, we
must deny our own plea
sures in the constant
fight against irrational
hate andoppressivebig
otry! As I say, I’ve got a
plan.”
Well, let’s have it,
Ponderous Pansy, ’ ’
says the Walloping War
rior of Dykedom.
“It still late at night,
Daring Dyke,” explains
Super Fag. “We will
wing our way to the Top
of the Washington Monur
ment. There we will set
up our portable priapean
altar, and, using more
bait, we will lure the
greedy gangbanging
sperm-thirsty succu
bus! The form of the
monument will aid the
power of my incanta
tion.”
“But how will we hold
it there, Fearless Fag
got,” asks Wonder Lez.
“There is another
way of rendering it im
mobile, ” says theilero-
ic Hummer. “I will
smear a small bit of the
precious bait on the
famous weapon I use a-
gainst aggressive foes
of Downtrodden Gays*. I
will smear it on my
famous gold plated, lead
lined douchbag, while
placing a quanity of gar
lic inside. Then when the
evil succubus appears,
you will swing it rapidly
above its head, while I
proceed with the rite of
exorcism! This is the
ultimate weapon. It een
fail!”
“I sure as hell hope
so, Ponderous Pansy,
says the Dauntless Dar
ling of Dykedom. “Let’s
not have any more fuck
ups like before,” she
remarks pointedly.
“Don’t worry, Prodi
gious Pussy,” exclaims
the Heroic Hummer. It
will work right this
time. I swear it upon my
undying love for Naval
Pulchritude!”
“Yeah,” mutters the
Bullish Boxlover, “but
that ’ s not very reassur -
ing. Knowing you, Cher
ished Cheerer of Lonley
Servicemen, that leaves
the Army, Air Force and
Marine Corps!”
“Please! ’ ’ retorts the
Passionate Patriot of
the Oversexed. I swear
it upon my love for all
masculine pulchritude,
so there! But you
know,” adds the Gorge
ous Girder of Gaydom a
bit petulantly, “I’ve al
ways held a special
place for the Navy in my
heart!”
“Your heart, yeah!
growls the Bold Bull,
* * But just look at the way
they had to go to reach
it!”
“Don’t be a Boorish
Bull,” shouts the Cher
ished Cheerer. “I’ve
never expected a just
appreciation of my
tastes, but I might ex
pect a little empathy!
Besides, you know you
got your reputation of
being the Biggest, Bold
est Bull Dyke from
something of a pie eating
contest, and I don’t mean
apple!”
“All right, Ponderous
Pansy,” the Laudable
Lesbian says, putting
her arm affectionately
about the shoulders of
the Heroic Hummer..
Immediately cheering
up, the Heroic Hummer
says brightly: “Come
on, Inimitable Throb-
ber! We’ve got a job to
do!”
The Elegant Emanci
pators of Downtrodden
Gays rush out to the
phallus pink and laven
der Gaymobile and wing
their way silently and
unnoticed to the top of
the Washington Monu
ment. Parking the as
tounding craft at the
very top, they quickly
let themselves into the
darkened top-most
room. Using a portable
light, the Ponderous
Pansy sets up the port
able priapean altar con
sisting of the little lace
gold lame doiley, the
miniature rhinestone
studded phallus, the
two lavender candies in
silver scrotum holders,
and a small tray upon
which he has set two
more melting ‘cocksic-
kles’.”
Swishing back in his
lemon chiffon sheath,
adjusting the purple
cloche, and daintly ris
ing to the tips of his pea -
cock feathered wedgies,
the Quintessential
Queen turns to Wonder
Lez and says: “Okay,
Walloping Warrior,
have you got the gold
plated, lead lined douche
bag ready? I’m going to
begin.
“Yes, Brilliant B.J.
A.,” says the Bullish
Boxlover, gingerly
holding the sperm
smeared, garlic filled
douchebag by one gold
lame loop. “I’m ready,
too,” she adds, as she
deftly throws her flesh
colored fur-edged cloak
about her, disguising
herself as huge throbb
ing pussy.
Immediately the
Quintessential Queen
throws himself into fe
ver ished state of chant
ing the inimitable gay
incantation, while gyra
ting daintly about the
portable priapean altar.
Suddenly there a
brilliant flash of light,
and the drooling appari
tion* is standing not far
from the throbbing mass
of the disguised Daunt
less Dyke.
Continued
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