When I was a kid in high school, just 16 I went to the "Village" This because I had been warned there were "perverts" there.
It seemed the place to be.
I remember seeing the actual "Stonewall Inn". I couldn't go in because you had to be 21. What a host of missed opportunities to be gleefully molested.
Well that would "come" later.
I looked in the window, and except for a Transvestite, the 'first' I ever saw. It seemed like any other bar. Yeah I been in bars. *My dear Uncle Louie took me to have a look.
Part of my "Education" into the real world.
Anyway how could I know that two, and a half years later it would be a "Cultural Ground Zero".
So unlike the Zillions that "claim" to have been there I actually was. Just a bit early is all.
*Stop me if you've heard this one.
It was my good ol' Uncle Louie who was really my mom's uncle, but ya know. It was "Uncle" to whom I first came out to as Queer Pervert Maniac. Like in any "Coming Out" moment it was full of fear...even terror.
Remember this was 1966 I was about 15, and my world was a nightmare.
Uncle was the only one that had always been honest with me about the world. I was always able to confide in him. Mind you he was one tough guy.
He literally ran away with a circus as a kid. He did what a generation of early 20th century boys dreamed of doing. ...came back alive too.
He went to sea traveled saw the world. 'Was in the Merchant Marine Navy during WW2. Uncle was actually torpedoed in the Atlantic survived, and came home to work in the Brooklyn Navy Yard.
Which was his profession when I with great trepidation went to his house with my "Great Secret". I remember sitting down with him in his kitchen. He lit up a "Chesterfield", and asked me what was wrong.
He could see that I was freaked out so he was very concerned.
Uncle was the only one that had always been honest with me about the world. I was always able to confide in him. Mind you he was one tough guy.
He literally ran away with a circus as a kid. He did what a generation of early 20th century boys dreamed of doing. ...came back alive too.
He went to sea traveled saw the world. 'Was in the Merchant Marine Navy during WW2. Uncle was actually torpedoed in the Atlantic survived, and came home to work in the Brooklyn Navy Yard.
Which was his profession when I with great trepidation went to his house with my "Great Secret". I remember sitting down with him in his kitchen. He lit up a "Chesterfield", and asked me what was wrong.
He could see that I was freaked out so he was very concerned.
I remember he said "...there's nothing you can tell me that I haven't seen or done myself"...wadda guy. He reassured me it'd be okay just tell him what happened.
Well I did.
He hit the roof.
He bleeping did, but not for the reasons you'd think. He said,...now get this it's 1966, and he said to my confession of dreams of sucking boy cock till the *radioactive cows came home.
He said...
"IS THAT ALL!!"
"I thought you got a girl Pregnant!"
He went on Uncle did...
"You tell me you're a Sissy?!" "I know that, we 'All' know that. We saw that when you was a little boy!"
"I thought this was about something important. I thought you get a girl pregnant."
No bleeping lie this is how it happened. My gawd what a family. Good thing I didn't tell him I thought I could fly. That's one thing he might not have seen or done.
Like all my stories they're "Docudramas". I left out some stuff, and polished others, but this is basically how it went down,...the whole damned family knew the whole time. I mean what with my siblings intercepting Queer porn that I'd sent away for, and such...being caught trying on Moms stuff when I was 11 didn't help.
So yeah a secret as open as Liberace was gay.
Good grief.
I should write a damned book.
*(...about them "radioactive cows". It was only in the mid-1960's that they finally stopped testing them "H-Fucking-Bombs" out west.)
(Bleeping morons.)
(Me, and them of my generation have "Strontium 90" in our bones behind that madness. '...them cows didn't do too good either.)
Stay tuned.
Well I did.
He hit the roof.
He bleeping did, but not for the reasons you'd think. He said,...now get this it's 1966, and he said to my confession of dreams of sucking boy cock till the *radioactive cows came home.
He said...
"IS THAT ALL!!"
"I thought you got a girl Pregnant!"
He went on Uncle did...
"You tell me you're a Sissy?!" "I know that, we 'All' know that. We saw that when you was a little boy!"
"I thought this was about something important. I thought you get a girl pregnant."
No bleeping lie this is how it happened. My gawd what a family. Good thing I didn't tell him I thought I could fly. That's one thing he might not have seen or done.
Like all my stories they're "Docudramas". I left out some stuff, and polished others, but this is basically how it went down,...the whole damned family knew the whole time. I mean what with my siblings intercepting Queer porn that I'd sent away for, and such...being caught trying on Moms stuff when I was 11 didn't help.
So yeah a secret as open as Liberace was gay.
Good grief.
I should write a damned book.
*(...about them "radioactive cows". It was only in the mid-1960's that they finally stopped testing them "H-Fucking-Bombs" out west.)
(Bleeping morons.)
(Me, and them of my generation have "Strontium 90" in our bones behind that madness. '...them cows didn't do too good either.)
Stay tuned.
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