"The Queen, of Fire-Island"
BEFORE: there was a Priscilla Queen of the Desert or a RuPaul's Drag Race...there was "The Queen of Fire-Island."
(Just viewing this photo by itself, one might say, "what a mess he is," and you would be ohhhh so wrong for feeling or thinking this way.")
Photo: 1985
I was 20 years old at the time and this was my first time to Province Town / Cap-Cod. My friend and I visited a prominent local gay-bar there. It wasn't long before I noticed, "The Queen." He was alone on the ocean-side balcony of this bar...no one could ignore him...but there was no one talking to him either and he was daintily sipping his drink alone for quite some time.
I told my friend, "I'm going to go say hi to him." My friend said, "really?" I didn't answer and walked nervously toward The Queen and he smiled when he realized I was bee-lining his way. His smile was reassuring and I relaxed immediately. I introduced myself and instead of taking my out-stretched hand, he gathered me in a bear-hug and kissed my cheek. I could feel all eyes upon us but for some reason - I didn't care. For what seemed like a wonderful lifetime of conversation (which was probably more like an hour and a half) we tapped each others souls. He, seeing my youth and guessing my painful history growing up as a gay child and young man, put words to his soul and then bestowed them upon my heart.
From this moment on in my life I have never let anyone hurt me in my heart the way I had before about my lifestyle...The Queen took care of all that for me. I, guessing nothing about The Queen other than he was extremely comfortable in his own skin (and attire!) longed for him to tell me all about his life and why or how could he dress comfortably like he was in 1985! Then he told me all about his upbringing and his college years and then he got to; the Stonewall Riots...
(The Stonewall Riots were a series of spontaneous, violent demonstrations against a police raid that took place in the early morning hours of June 28, 1969, at the Stonewall Inn, in the Greenwich Village neighborhood of New York City.
The Queen had been there and was a part of all that horror that came before us...which was the turning point for all gays in American history. I was four years old at the time of these riots.
I took in every precious word he was willing to share with me, in some places my heart broke for the tragedy of it all and at other times...I felt an overwhelming sense of pride for our forefathers and lesbians who took on and were a part of Stonewall.
I left Cape-Cod the next day....not the uneducated young-man...as I had arrived...but a man.
A nostalgic moment...and a heartfelt thank you to Stonewall Vanguard...for a name that is as historically-linked... as it is strong.
To "The Queen," you mostly probably are in heaven by now...but thank you for what you gave me in experience, strength and compassion...God bless you and hold you in his arms....as you once held me.
Also: posted as a tribute and memorial in my albums.
(Just viewing this photo by itself, one might say, "what a mess he is," and you would be ohhhh so wrong for feeling or thinking this way.")
Photo: 1985
I was 20 years old at the time and this was my first time to Province Town / Cap-Cod. My friend and I visited a prominent local gay-bar there. It wasn't long before I noticed, "The Queen." He was alone on the ocean-side balcony of this bar...no one could ignore him...but there was no one talking to him either and he was daintily sipping his drink alone for quite some time.
I told my friend, "I'm going to go say hi to him." My friend said, "really?" I didn't answer and walked nervously toward The Queen and he smiled when he realized I was bee-lining his way. His smile was reassuring and I relaxed immediately. I introduced myself and instead of taking my out-stretched hand, he gathered me in a bear-hug and kissed my cheek. I could feel all eyes upon us but for some reason - I didn't care. For what seemed like a wonderful lifetime of conversation (which was probably more like an hour and a half) we tapped each others souls. He, seeing my youth and guessing my painful history growing up as a gay child and young man, put words to his soul and then bestowed them upon my heart.
From this moment on in my life I have never let anyone hurt me in my heart the way I had before about my lifestyle...The Queen took care of all that for me. I, guessing nothing about The Queen other than he was extremely comfortable in his own skin (and attire!) longed for him to tell me all about his life and why or how could he dress comfortably like he was in 1985! Then he told me all about his upbringing and his college years and then he got to; the Stonewall Riots...
(The Stonewall Riots were a series of spontaneous, violent demonstrations against a police raid that took place in the early morning hours of June 28, 1969, at the Stonewall Inn, in the Greenwich Village neighborhood of New York City.
The Queen had been there and was a part of all that horror that came before us...which was the turning point for all gays in American history. I was four years old at the time of these riots.
I took in every precious word he was willing to share with me, in some places my heart broke for the tragedy of it all and at other times...I felt an overwhelming sense of pride for our forefathers and lesbians who took on and were a part of Stonewall.
I left Cape-Cod the next day....not the uneducated young-man...as I had arrived...but a man.
A nostalgic moment...and a heartfelt thank you to Stonewall Vanguard...for a name that is as historically-linked... as it is strong.
To "The Queen," you mostly probably are in heaven by now...but thank you for what you gave me in experience, strength and compassion...God bless you and hold you in his arms....as you once held me.
Also: posted as a tribute and memorial in my albums.