NYC Gay Pride 1978 and the Queen of the Discos

JUNE 1978—The cracks in my closet appeared slowly. By 1978, I was out with my family and my college fraternity brothers, but I had no local gay friends. I was intimidated by NYC’s gay scene, ensconced in an intense training program at a conservative bank, and madly infatuated with my best friend and colleague there, Read more about NYC Gay Pride 1978 and the Queen of the Discos[…]

Same Sex Marriage

SPRING 1972—As a third-year American student at the University of Manitoba (UM) in Winnipeg, Canada in the early 1970s, I was eager to find other gay men and to participate in the energetic wave of gay rights activism that immediately followed Stonewall. At that time, Winnipeg was quite conservative, with only two “discreet” gay bars Read more about Same Sex Marriage[…]

Jackie Yordan remembered

        Jackie Yordan was, according to many who knew him, an “incredible sweetheart and an amazing person… He was truly one of the biggest heart throbs of the period in New York.  The thing about him was that he had no attitude at all and he couldn’t have been sweeter. So, everybody Read more about Jackie Yordan remembered[…]

Photo Gallery: Pool and Garden Time (August 1993)

After a long, hot day on Fowler Beach in South Hampton, my guests and I returned to our backyard pool for a dip and some roughhousing in the water. Gustavo Otto and Bryan Hogan were a handsome, well-built couple. Gustavo, a friendly Chilean, graciously posed nude for my camera in our overgrown garden while I Read more about Photo Gallery: Pool and Garden Time (August 1993)[…]

Tan Line (August 1993)

After a steamy day on Fowler Beach in South Hampton, Gustavo Otto and I ran into Robby Browne and his dog, Frances, getting into his 1955 Chrysler convertible in the parking lot.  I suggested a photo and, at the last minute, persuaded Gustavo, a muscular Chilean, to pull down his Speedo, exposing his butt. I Read more about Tan Line (August 1993)[…]

“No Queens! No Queens!” (1963ish)

NO QUEENS—My first boyfriend, Jim Fragale, was turning 40 and I was 27. It was 1979. He’d moved to NYC from West Virginia in 1963 at 24. When we began dating, I couldn’t believe he’d lived in NYC for such a long time. I remember saying to him “I hope I’m not still here after Read more about “No Queens! No Queens!” (1963ish)[…]

My First Night at the Saint

I moved to New York City in the fall of 1980 and quickly landed a job at a top corporate design agency, making $15,000 a year. It wasn’t much to live on, but, fortunately, my rent was only $250 a month for an Upper Eastside tenement—a 3-room railroad flat, complete with bathtub in the kitchen. Read more about My First Night at the Saint[…]

Photo Gallery – Meeting Gary (Mykonos 1985)

In early September 1985, I spent a week on vacation in Mykonos. Early in my stay, I spied a handsome, muscular, blond young man on clothing-optional Super Paradise Beach and started chatting with him. His name was Gary Matthews and he was a Welsh hair stylist visiting from London. Fortunately, the attraction was mutual and, Read more about Photo Gallery – Meeting Gary (Mykonos 1985)[…]

Photo Gallery: Sailing in Angra dos Reis, Brazil (Year End 1992)

Gay men traveling together in Brazil (1992-93) In 1992, my  travel agent friend, Ron Oyer, organized a gay group tour to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil for Xmas and New Year’s.  In the 1990’s, Ron led groups of a dozen men or so at a time to Rio for New Years and Carnival, to Mykonos in Read more about Photo Gallery: Sailing in Angra dos Reis, Brazil (Year End 1992)[…]