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The Week In LGBT History: April 3 – April 10 ….. Harry Hay, The SIR Center (Society for Individual Rights) and the APA Says It’s Okay To Be Gay.

April 6, 1912  – Birthday – Harry Hay (Activist, Co-founder of The Mattachine Society, 1950)  – Henry “Harry” Hay, Jr. (April 7, 1912 – October 24, 2002) was a teacher, labor advocate and early leader in the American LGBT rights movement. Drawing on his background in the Communist Party USA, Hay co-founded the Mattachine Society, the first enduring LGBT rights organization in the United States, in 1950. Following his ouster from Mattachine leadership in 1953, Hay largely withdrew from organized LGBT activism until the late 1970s, although he continued to participate in the movement informally and following the 1969 Stonewall riots became involved in a local Gay Liberation Front chapter.  In 1979, Hay and his longtime companion, inventor John Burnside, founded the Radical Faeries. Hay and Burnside remained together for almost 40 years, from 1963 until Hay’s death.

April 7, 1966 – The first “Gay Community Center” is opened in the U.S., in the city of San Francisco. – The SIR Center (Society for Individual Rights), not to be confused in any way with the current San Francisco Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender Center, opened it’s doors in San Francisco to become the first gay community center in North America.

Via: Gmax Queer History:

The Society for Individual Rights (SIR), formed in 1964 by William Beardemphl, Jim Foster, Bill Plath, and others, gay activists who had grown tired of the authoritarian leadership style and mismanagement of an earlier group, the League for Civil Education. From the start, SIR differed from older, more conservative homophile groups such as the Mattachine Society, and the new organization’s leaders were more assertive and confident in their gay identity. Taking a cue from the burgeoning civil rights movement, SIR demanded equal rights and decried government-sanctioned discrimination.

Having learned from the failings of previous groups, SIR rejected top-down leadership in favor of a democratic, participatory structure. And whereas Mattachine had eschewed billing itself as a social group in order to avoid the appearance of encouraging illegal sexual activity, SIR embraced gay men’s need for fellowship. Open to anything its members wanted to organize, SIR sponsored drag shows, dinners, bridge clubs, bowling leagues, softball games, field trips, art classes, and meditation groups.

At a time when same-sex dancing was banned in bars, SIR’s most popular events were regular dances held at the group’s space on 6th Street near Market in the heart of San Francisco’s skid row. Opened in April 1966, the SIR Center – the nation’s first gay and lesbian community center – contained office space, a library, and a large public assembly area.

April 8, 1974 – The American Psychiatric Association removes its “sickness” definition of homosexuality.  years since the American Psychiatric Association (APA) voted to delete homosexuality from its official list of mental disorders and issued a strong statement of support for gay rights.  The social and political impetus for change, Sabshin said, was supported by scientific evidence. The APA’s Committee on Nomenclature reviewed numerous studies that used standardized instruments and nonpatient populations and showed that most gay persons were satisfied with their sexual orientation and were not impaired in their social functioning.  Psychiatrists objecting to the board’s decision mustered support for a referendum to be voted on by the full APA membership in 1974. Some 58% of the members favored the board and homosexuality was officially removed from its list of mental disorders

This Week In LGBT History: March 27 – April 2nd…..Barney Frank, Tennesee Williams, AIDS and Paitent Zero

MARCH 28, 1988 – In Washington DC, Georgetown University losses an eight year legal battle to avoid providing facilities and financial support to gay organizations on campus. – Moral Conflict and Liberties (page 109-110)

MARCH 30, 1984 – Gaetan Dugas, a French-Canadian flight attendant, Dugas became notorious as the alleged patient zero for AIDS.  A study published in the American Journal of Medicine in 1984 traced many of New York City’s early HIV infections to an unnamed infected homosexual male flight attendant. Epidemiologists hypothesized that Dugas had carried the virus out of Africa and introduced it into the Western gay community.

Dugas was featured prominently in Randy Shilts’s book And the Band Played On, which documented the outbreak of AIDS in the United States. Shilts portrayed Gaëtan Dugas as having almost sociopathic behavior, by allegedly intentionally infecting, or at least recklessly endangering, others with the virus. Dugas was described as being a charming, handsome sexual athlete, who, according to his own estimation, averaged hundreds of sex partners a year. He claimed to have had over 2,500 sexual partners across North America since becoming sexually active in 1972.

 As a flight attendant Dugas was able to travel the globe, at little cost, to such early HIV epicenters as London and Paris in Europe and Los Angeles, New York City, and San Francisco in the U.S. Being diagnosed with Kaposi’s Sarcoma in June 1980, and after being warned that this could be caused and spread by a sexually transmitted virus, Dugas refused to stop having unprotected sex, claiming that he could do what he wanted with his body. He allegedly informed some of his sex partners, just after having sex, that he had the “gay cancer” and perhaps they would get it too.

As Dugas was found to be the center of a network of sexual partners, he was dubbed “Patient 0” Dugas died in Quebec City on March 30, 1984 as a result of kidney failure caused by continual AIDS-related infections

* A number of authorities  have since voiced reservations about the implications of the CDC Patient Zero study.  A more recent article in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences on November 1, 2007 dismisses the Patient Zero hypothesis and claims that AIDS transited from Africa to Haiti in 1966 and from Haiti to the United States in 1969.

MARCH 31, 1935 Actor Richard Chamberlain who was closeted until his career was over finally comes out born on this day

MARCH 31, 1940 – Openly gay and blustery Barney Frank Massachusetts Congressman born

APRIL 1, 2008 – First classes held at Harvey Milk School in NYC, the first city-funded high school for gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender and questioning youth in U.S.

MUST SEE VIDEO – KABC Eyewitness News Special Reports Circa 1981 – The Gay 80’s

AWESOME video archival news fottage which features KABC Los Angeles local news items on the booming gay culture in San Francisco and Los Angeles before the AIDs epidemic circa 1980

My kingdom for a hoit tub time machine.

Footage gathered for SPKR: Evolution of the Gay Dancefloor an event on Saturday March 12th, 2011 at Public Works. More information on the event page: http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=202062839809155

Back2Stonewall.com Featured Sunday Guest Columnist: Perry Brass – Another Part of Lost Gay New York: Riis Park, a.k.a, “Screech Beach.”

Perry Brass circa-1976
Perry Brass: Another Part of Lost Gay New York: Riis Park, a.k.a, “Screech Beach.”
Poet, award winning novelist, and gay activist, Perry Brass shares his chesished personal memories and our forgotten history with Back2Stonewall.com.  A fascination and education read.)

My first summer in my new apartment, 1967, I learned how to get to Riis Park, the gay beach in New York, known affectionately as “Screech Beach.” At that point, there were three places to go by the water in New York and be queer: Fire Island, difficult to get to; the Hampton, extremely snot-nosy and not yet invaded by share-houses; and Screech. Riis was a small slice of the Rockaways, bordered by Belle Harbor, Queens. You got there using the subway and a bus, so it was utterly democratic. Much of Riis at that time was still very old-school Queens-Jewish, until you got to Beach One and Beach Two, two sections of jetties that had somehow been colonized by queer factions. Even these had designations: one was very black and working-class lesbian, the other was for white guys, and then a third was for the lesbian allies of white guys.

Named for Jacob Riis, a pioneering photojournalist from the first decade of the twentieth century who captured tenement life in New York in a famous study called “How the Other Half Lives,” Riis was designed by Robert Moses as “the people’s beach,” and has a landmark Art Deco bathhouse, similar to its larger cousin at Jones Beach on Long Island, another Robert Moses gift to New York. Riis at the time of its building had the largest parking lot in the world, hard to believe but true. The park was designed to give working class New Yorkers a seaside playland of their own, since they couldn’t swim on the largely private beaches of Long Island and New Jersey.

What made Riis interesting was that it was extremely friendly. You could easily talk to 20 or 30 guys on the beach. Just being there was an act of defiance, and the cops regularly patrolled the boardwalk and sand to make sure no hanky-panky was going on. Zeroed in were guys who wore bathing suits that showed the cracks of their butts; you could be arrested for this, and hauled off in a paddy wagon. I actually saw this happen several times, and made sure that my suits covered this backside cleavage. Usually the guilty parties were either black or Latino, and their arrest by the cops would also be accompanied by the drama of people hissing and screaming at the police.

The cops would order back: “Shut up, or I’ll bring you in too.” But I don’t remember anyone else offering him or herself up for arrest

Another interesting ritual was that in this era when all information was difficult to come by, at precisely 4 o’ clock on weekends, hundreds of men would get up from their towels and blankets, and start parading at the water line, looking each other over and planning how the evening was going to be spent. Parties would be announced in whispers and passed on to suitable gents, or the name of a new bar, or a restaurant where people might gather with each other. Sometimes the hundreds easily became a thousand or more. It was like a large flock of water birds, chattering and preening each other. This would go on for an hour or so, then everyone would settle down again until it was time to leave, hit the showers, and prepare for what was going to go on later. (Picture at Left:  Rare photograph of Harvey Milk and lover Campbell taken at Riss Park.  Circa 1956)

Since I grew up in Savannah, Georgia, on the coast, I became a total Riis beach bunny. I can say that the happiest times I’ve had in my life have been on beaches, especially gay ones, and even more so nude ones. So, a few years into my first foray at Riis Park, I started going in, swimming up to a safe sand bar several dozen yards from the shore, and there taking my Speedo off and hanging it around my neck. I was the first guy to do this (I swear, no lie!) and soon many other gents did the same. It became a ritual of going to Riis. You were safe doing it, and by the year 1970, the cops were no longer arresting guys for showing their butt cracks (they had too many other things to worry about, what with the unrest from the Viet Nam War, and the fact that Stonewall had given gays and lesbians a new sense of their own empowerment).

One hot afternoon in early August of 1972, I was doing said thing when a tall, long-haired blond, very good looking man about 15 years older than I, swam over to me and started groping me. I was a bit startled (being at heart a slightly reserved Virgo who’ll do anything once he loses that reserve), but didn’t exactly turn away. He was kissing me in a very friendly manner, when suddenly three kids came up to him.

Daddy, isn’t it time to come in?” a little girl asked.

I was taken aback, but he agreed and asked me to return with him to his beach blanket. I did, and saw that he was exceedingly attractive, and had three children with him. They were his, and this was their first trip to Riis Park. We lay down on his blanket and he started making out with me, interrupted only to answer questions from his kids who seemed totally unfazed that their daddy was kissing a guy who was actually closer to their age than his. I asked his name.

“Bruce.”

He was Bruce Voeller, who later became president of the Gay Activists Alliance, then a founder of the National Gay Task Force, later renamed the National Gay and Lesbian Task Force.

He asked me to have dinner with him and his kids. I enjoyed his kids a lot, especially the two younger ones, and we started playing little word games and jokes together. In the car back from Riis, his youngest son Christopher who was seven suggested that since the next day they were going on a family vacation to Cape Cod they should take me along with them; like I was a puppy Christopher had just found and wanted to keep. Rebecca, Bruce’s daughter and middle child, also chimed in that I should go with them.

Bruce turned to me, and said, “That’s not a bad idea, Perry. Would you like to do that?”

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Sure. Why not?”

I think it could only be described as part of the ethos of those times that after knowing Bruce Voeller only a few hours I could spend the next month with him and his three kids in a beautiful, seaside house in Truro, next to Provincetown. But at that point in my life I was used to such improvised unplanned things. I was living in a rent-controlled walk-up in Hell’s Kitchen, and had a roommate, a young woman who was a friend of my sister Nancy’s. So my apartment would be taken care of while I was away. I had just started going back to college at NYU, having scored a scholarship on a government program that stopped completely in the 1980s, and I took the idea that good-looking men might be taken with me fairly in stride.

The truth was, though, that Bruce had only been divorced from his wife of twelve years for a few months when Christopher asked him to take me to Cape Cod. And Christopher at 7 must have felt fairly ungrounded and was delighted that one of Daddy’s new friends was paying attention to him, too. On our first evening at the Cape, he asked me to sleep with him. I told him no.

“I’m going to sleep with your daddy instead.”

He gave up the idea and went back to his bedroom.

I can’t say that the month was all bliss. I mean, I hardly knew Bruce, and he seemed very autocratic at me; he was already a famous biologist at Rockefeller University, and before he had come out had personally known David Rockefeller, was a gold-medal equestrian athlete, and had been married to a successful surgeon, one of the first women in pediatric neurosurgery in the US. He had given up all of that to come out, once he joined GAA.

It was a strange, interesting, and difficult story. His oldest son, Jan, who was 11, and had been very adversely effected by the divorce, took an intense jealous dislike to me, and tried to drown me a couple of times. Since I was only 12 years older than he, he saw me as a terrible threat, but I couldn’t see that. The whole thing was a kind of magical situation, and I was happy to be with Bruce and his beautiful blond, very bright kids, and it all started at Riis Park.

A few years later, by 1975 or 76, the pretense of taking off your swim suit and hanging it over your neck in the water had changed to just no suit at all: Riis, at least the gay part, became nude. For a while. The only problem was that as gay women and the straight female friends of gay men started taking everything off, roving gangs of straight men started stalking them. The situation became tense and ugly. And so the sweet innocence of Screech Beach lost its appeal. By the end of the 1970s, a large part of its gay colony of water birds began to abandon it. We all went out to Jones Beach, on Long Island, or Fire Island, or other places. The time of hundreds of guys at Riis Park leaving their beach blankets at 4 pm to talk, schmooze, and cruise, was over.

Finally, Riis Park became part of the National Seashore, and all nudity was forbidden.

Two other wonderful asides about Riis that I’d love to share and remember: it had a great, kicky, wonderful bathhouse, with an amazing amount of cruising going on in it, but in a very friendly way. Since many Riis guys were living in the closet in Queens, going there was an act of coming out to them, and so finding men in the bath house was a nice part of their lives. The other was that every summer Sunday there would be a softball game in the baseball diamond behind the boardwalk facing the gay section. The softball ball game was often between the gays and the straights. I’m not sure where the “straights” came from, they might have been lifeguards, but this was probably the first example of organized gay sports in New York. It was great to watch, and several of my friends were on the gay team, a fact that as a non-sports guy, uncoordinate, left-handed sissy I found perfectly perplexing. The idea that gay guys could be baseball players or even sports fans was new to me. But I learned.

The Manly Art of Seduction, How to Meet, Talk To, and Become Intimate With Anyone.
Honest. . . brilliant,”  –  Edge Magazine, Boston.

You can learn more about Perry Brass at his website, http://www.perrybrass.com/. You can order his new book The Manly Art of Seduction from Amazon.com in regular paper format or on Kindle. You can also learn more about his books at SmashWords, the complete Internet marketplace for all things EBooks and otherwise, and on his Author Page at Amazon. The Manly Art of Seduction was recently named a gold-medal winner of an IPPY Award for 2010, from Independent Publisher. It is also a finalist for a ForeWord Magazine Book of the Year Award.