The Secret Lives of 20th Century Gays
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I suspect my ideas about the Power of Love are different from yours. I came out in 1979 when I was 21 and have lived what many consider to be an “interesting” life. Believing, as I did after coming out,that I was going to hell for who I loved was oddly liberating. What I did no longer mattered, so I did everything I was big enough to do, and then some.
I’m one of the lucky ones. Many gay men I knew took their own lives. Several died in car crashes, from drug overdoses, or by other accidents. More than a few were stabbed, beaten to death, or shot. AIDS killed too many to count. But somehow, I survived. Because so many of my friends didn’t, I’m compelled to tell our stories.
If you’re looking for hot, steamy sex — I’m not your guy. The men in my stories kiss and cuddle, then I fade to black. What they do behind closed doors is nobody’s business anyway, right?
I try to show the secret, parallel universe we lived in that was mostly hidden from the straight world. The local gay bar was like grand central station — the place where connections were made to outposts scattered around town and beyond. Straight folks might come to the station, but they were rarely allowed on outgoing trains. Having “tourists” at the bar was bad enough. The after-hours parties belonged to us.
My first novel, Until Thanksgiving, is a thriller set in Washington, DC in the fall of 1996. The serial killer is a gay man with anger issues and a dishonorable discharge from the Marines. Josh Freeman and Thad Parker are out to everyone, including their employers, and they can eat together in “straight” restaurants without worrying about anyone beating them up or harassing them.
After Christmas Eve is a mystery that takes place thirty years earlier in DC and revolves around Philip Potter, Thad Parker’s gay uncle. Homosexuality in 1966 was a sin, a mental illness, a reason to get fired or evicted, and illegal in every state but Illinois. Nobody was out of the closet — not if they could help it. Police raids, entrapment, and extortion schemes were the norm. Homosexual children ran away from cruel homes, or worse, were put out by parents who didn’t want them anymore.
I just finished writing Happy Independence Day, a sequel to After Christmas Eve set two years later in New York City. The State Liquor Authority could revoke the license of disorderly establishments and had decreed that the mere presence of a homosexual made a bar disorderly. Legitimate businesses refused to serve alcohol to gays, clearing the way for the Mafia to move in with private clubs catering to homosexuals. The most famous of these Mafia-owned establishments was the Stonewall Inn, site of the 1969 uprising that launched gay liberation and the modern gay rights movement.
The stories in my novels are fiction. But the backdrops are as real as I can make them, or as I like to say, true enough for government work. For blurbs, excerpts, and more information about my novels, click on either cover (to the left) or “My Books” (above).
Thanks for stopping by. I look forward to seeing your comments. Oh yeah — one more little thing — Happy Valentine’s Day!