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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 Next Month The Powder Puff’s Streaker