I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

About six weeks ago, I stumbled across this Facebook page, called Gay New York 1970’s and 80’s.

Actually, Facebook pages have a been a great addition to my life. If you haven’t checked it out yet, the Dull Men and Women’s pages are the most brilliant thing to be on social media in years.

It’s posts about the dull things we do in our lives, like watching paint dry.

Seriously, a guy posted a week or so ago about working in a paint factory and his job was to make sure the paint matched the sample.

Brilliant.

However, the Gay New York in the 1970’s and 80’s is a very, very, very close second.

The page is a walk down memory lane for anyone who lived in NYC during the heyday of the 70’s and 80’s.

For some people, that might be considered the heyday of crime, prostitution, and drugs in Times Square.

For a lot of people who lived there, especially for gay men and women, it was a time of awakening.

Sexual freedom. Gay liberation. Life before AIDS.

The Stonewall Riots had occurred in 1969. Although, the gay rights movement had been around for decades prior, it WAS a turning point.

In the early morning hours of June 28, 1969, the gay bar Stonewall Inn was raided.

It was mafia owned, and therefore usually considered untouchable. They were typically warned of coming raids and appropriate steps were taken.

On June 28th that didn’t occur, the police arrived unannounced and started arresting folks.

Because of a breakdown in communication, the paddy wagons were slow to arrive, and a crowd began to gather outside. Soon, there were more than 500 people gathered on the street in front of the bar, the police were outnumbered 10 to 1.

The crowd was unruly from the get go.

Folklore has it, that a lot of the tension came from gay men, who’d attended the funeral and memorial of Judy Garland, who’d died only days before.

Some say it was the trans women and drag queens that started the fight.

Other say, it was years of mistreatment that started the push.

No matter who is right, the truth is, the crowd began to taunt the police.

The police were used to being paid off, so the crowd threw coins at them. Then a lesbian, was manhandled out of the bar. Stories of trans women being accosted inside the bar spread.

One thing led to another and the crowd became disruptive.

And violent.

Bricks were thrown.

Then, Garbage cans, garbage, bottles, rocks, and bricks were hurled at the building, breaking the windows. Witnesses attest that “flame queens”, hustlers, and gay “street kids”—the most outcast people in the gay community—were responsible for the first volley of projectiles, as well as the uprooting of a parking meter used as a battering ramon ton the doors of the Stonewall Inn.

The police barricaded themselves in the bar.

Then back up arrived.

“I had been in enough riots to know the fun was over … The cops were totally humiliated. This never, ever happened. They were angrier than I guess they had ever been because no one else had rioted … but the fairies were not supposed to riot … no group had ever forced cops to retreat before, so the anger was just enormous. I mean, they wanted to kill.”

The riot police formed a line to push the rioters back.

The rioters formed a kick-line and began to dance and sing further humiliating the cops.

The police became violet and began to beat the dancers with night sticks.

The crowd retreated to 7th Avenue.

Only thirteen people were arrested.

The Stonewall Inn was demolished.

The news the next day reported on the riots.

https://www.pbs.org/wgbh/americanexperience/features/stonewall-queen-bees/

The riots continued for several days. With the crowds growing more each day.

When all was said and done. Things had changed.

The following year there was a gay rights march on the anniversary of the riots. Within two years of the Stonewall riots, there were gay rights groups in every major American city, as well as in Canada, Australia, and Western Europe

Many years later, on the anniversary of the Stonewall Riots the president of the United President Barack Obama declared June 2009 Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender Pride Month, citing the riots as a reason to “commit to achieving equal justice under law for LGBT America.”

This brings me to the gay flag. It was first flown after the creator Gilbert Baker met Harvey Milk. The original flags were flown first in 1978.

After the assassination of Harvey Milk, the first openly gay person to hold political office in California, the demand for the flags grew.

The flag has been flown during the month of pride for decades. It has also gone through transformations as it now includes the trans community making room for the entire queer population.

This is a long post about us hanging a gay pride flag outside of our home.

In 2020, in South Portland, a number of homes, displaying the flag got hate mail. The letters were insulting, threatening, and totally uncalled for. There were enough of these letters sent, that it made the local news.

I saw the report, and told Adam that we needed a flag.

Here’s the thing, I had a sticker on my car back in 1995, but that’s a whole other story.

But for the most part, we aren’t really rainbow people.

But suddenly the community is under attached.

And I wanted to be supportive.

So, Adam ordered a flag and we hung it on our home.

And we’ve flown it each summer for the past four seasons.

Then, last fall we had work done on our garage. And we had to take down the flag.

And we debated all winter about whether to put the flag back up.

Adam had been pushing back, as it doesn’t work in the old location, and we didn’t want it on the front of the house as it didn’t work with the aesthetic.

The gays are more about aesthetic than pride.

For me, it’s about the kids in the neighborhood.

To my knowledge we are the only gay couple in the area.

Statistically, I know that’s probably not true, but in our area, it’s all families, with two straight parents.

I want the 15 year-old that rides their bike by our house to know that queer people exist. We are proud. We live out loud. And they have nothing to fear.

So today, Adam was talking to our neighbor across the street about their American flag which they hung to push back from the coopting of the American flag by conservatives.

And he realized we need to fight back with our own flag.

When I got home today, our pride flag was flying proudly.

I smiled.

And thought to myself, it’s the little things.