Capturing Rainbows

Stories from the LGBT Community and their Friends

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)[…]

“I really like you, but I’m in love with your brother!” (1976-79)

1976-1979—I moved to NYC for a position in a bank training program in October 1976 and almost immediately befriended another trainee: Bob was a Princeton grad, captain of his football team and a tight end who’d been drafted by the NFL’s New England Patriots.  He was smart, muscular, handsome, and charming, a combination that drew Read more about <i>“I really like you, but I’m in love with your brother!” (1976-79)</i>[…]

All American and Gay (1976-78)

1976—I hated my first job. I was spending long hours in a rigorous bank training program in Manhattan and, besides infrequent and random pick-ups in gay bars, I had little social life except with a few college fraternity brothers and their girlfriends and my fellow trainees.  Frustrated with my situation, I decided one day to place Read more about All American and Gay (1976-78)[…]

Learning to Be Gay (1979)

                      1979 Miserable in my bureaucratic NYC banking job in 1979 and with no gay life to speak of, I scrimped to save a few thousand dollars,  negotiated my departure from my firm, sublet my Manhattan apartment, and took off for California in my little Toyota Celica. In retrospect, I had to leave NYC to Read more about Learning to Be Gay (1979)[…]

Rediscovering New York (1979)

October 1979—Shortly after I returned to Manhattan from my cross-country road trip spent trying to find my “gay self.”, Bo, the guy I had been seeing in San Diego, and three of his friends (two of whom I’d also slept with) came to NYC for the Mr. Blueboy Contest (Blueboy was a Playgirl-like magazine with Read more about Rediscovering New York (1979)[…]

My first visits to Fire Island (1979-80)

1979/1980—My first visit to Fire Island was over Halloween weekend in 1979, long after the resort’s summer season had ended. The legendary Sandpiper, a ramshackle wooden disco that had been the center of Fire Island Pines gay night life for more than a decade, scheduled its closing party for that weekend. I was fortunate enough to Read more about My first visits to Fire Island (1979-80)[…]

To Fluff or Not to Fluff (1998-99)

1998-1999—In 1998, my investment bank offered me a position heading up a group in its Tokyo office. I was reluctant to go, but it was the only way I was likely to remain on my career path, so I agreed to move there for several years. Unsurprisingly, life in Tokyo was exciting, exotic, and exasperating Read more about To Fluff or Not to Fluff (1998-99)[…]