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There was a wonderful booth at Denver's Pridefest about civil rights and the progress over time since the days of the school bus roundups. Check it out next year if you get the chance.
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How was the gay scene in the 50s, 60s, 70s, and 80s
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There was a wonderful booth at Denver's Pridefest about civil rights and the progress over time since the days of the school bus roundups. Check it out next year if you get the chance.
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Well man, it is illegal to have sex with someone when you know you are a carrier of AIDS. Just a hard law to enforce.
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I saw it. Hope the younger set was paying attention. How quickly some forget.
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I realized I was gay in 1972 with my first gay sexual experience.
Despite the guilt and disgust and shame I felt about it, a while later I fell in love with a beautiful boy a year older than me who --much to my shock and delight-- pursued me. His name was Geoff and for my 17th birthday he took me to Continental Baths where we were the objects of practically everybody's attention, and saw Bette Midler perform. It was happy and playful, and ingrained in me the idea that sex and being gay --and gay men-- could be friendly and generous and kind. (Nobody had sex in front of Midler but we were naked except for white towels wrapped around our hips. I still have, somewhere up in the attic, the towel I took from Continental Baths that night.)
After Geoff left for college everything got kind of dark and I went back in the closet and dated girls until 1977. By then, when I came out at 21, being gay --at least where I lived and among the people I knew-- was a party. A great big fabulous party where we danced and flirted and laughed and had sex. We fell in love and there was all that drama stuff, but (again with the people I knew anyway) it was honest and open. Manipulation and power plays and lies and guilt and cheating were rare; maybe it just didn't seem necessary. We were liberated and free, we made our own rules and our rules were have a good time and enjoy sex. Sex was something to share with friendly guys who wanted to do it too.
Then AIDS happened and of course that party was over. But in a way another party began. For many of us, difficult and even horrifying as AIDS was, the bonds we formed, so raw and authentic, rooted in our true selves through extreme common experience before and during the worst of the AIDS crisis, created a depth of involvement, of participation in life and relationships, that otherwise is very difficult to achieve. And there's a lot of lasting value in that. In fact I've only realized the depth of that value this past year. It can take a long time, and some painful circumstances, to recognize the real depth of our growth, our substance. I'm the same person I was before AIDS, the same guy who walked into Continental Baths beside Geoff, and yet I'm so much stronger, smarter, even more fearless and eager to find out what's going to happen today. And that's, in part, because of all that happened during the AIDS crisis.
Well that was more about me than the gay scene. Maybe I should have written about what it was like inside Studio 54 and St Vincent's Hospital and gay pride parades ... but I think I'll post what I wrote because that was part of the gay scene too. And anyway I hear my weekend guests getting up so I can't rewrite this. Time to put on a pot of coffee.
Despite the guilt and disgust and shame I felt about it, a while later I fell in love with a beautiful boy a year older than me who --much to my shock and delight-- pursued me. His name was Geoff and for my 17th birthday he took me to Continental Baths where we were the objects of practically everybody's attention, and saw Bette Midler perform. It was happy and playful, and ingrained in me the idea that sex and being gay --and gay men-- could be friendly and generous and kind. (Nobody had sex in front of Midler but we were naked except for white towels wrapped around our hips. I still have, somewhere up in the attic, the towel I took from Continental Baths that night.)
After Geoff left for college everything got kind of dark and I went back in the closet and dated girls until 1977. By then, when I came out at 21, being gay --at least where I lived and among the people I knew-- was a party. A great big fabulous party where we danced and flirted and laughed and had sex. We fell in love and there was all that drama stuff, but (again with the people I knew anyway) it was honest and open. Manipulation and power plays and lies and guilt and cheating were rare; maybe it just didn't seem necessary. We were liberated and free, we made our own rules and our rules were have a good time and enjoy sex. Sex was something to share with friendly guys who wanted to do it too.
Then AIDS happened and of course that party was over. But in a way another party began. For many of us, difficult and even horrifying as AIDS was, the bonds we formed, so raw and authentic, rooted in our true selves through extreme common experience before and during the worst of the AIDS crisis, created a depth of involvement, of participation in life and relationships, that otherwise is very difficult to achieve. And there's a lot of lasting value in that. In fact I've only realized the depth of that value this past year. It can take a long time, and some painful circumstances, to recognize the real depth of our growth, our substance. I'm the same person I was before AIDS, the same guy who walked into Continental Baths beside Geoff, and yet I'm so much stronger, smarter, even more fearless and eager to find out what's going to happen today. And that's, in part, because of all that happened during the AIDS crisis.
Well that was more about me than the gay scene. Maybe I should have written about what it was like inside Studio 54 and St Vincent's Hospital and gay pride parades ... but I think I'll post what I wrote because that was part of the gay scene too. And anyway I hear my weekend guests getting up so I can't rewrite this. Time to put on a pot of coffee.