“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>[…]

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)[…]

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)[…]

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)[…]

“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[…]

Chelsea Lore (2004ish)

2004ish—My friend, Dan, was staying in a friend’s apartment on 17th Street off Eighth Avenue in Chelsea, then Manhattan’s gayest neighborhood, while visiting NYC from Miami in 2004 or so. He returned from a day spent running around town to find the building cordoned off and a number of “Manhattan’s Finest” standing nearby preventing bystanders Read more about Chelsea Lore (2004ish)[…]