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@queercounterculture
Harlots of 42nd Street (circa 1973-1974)
© Robert Mapplethorpe FoundationÂ
Seventh Heaven p.144 © Patti Smith
male rock stars in the 60s and 70s would be like every night i yearn for the soft touch of a beautiful man itâs probably nothing though
Television: Tom Verlaine and Richard Lloyd in Amos Poeâs âBlank Generationâ
thinking about this now⊠(ray davies writing about mick avory auditioning for the kinks)
also if youâre wondering what the âmayfair droopâ is referring toâŠalso obsessed
Jimmy Wright (American, b. 1944), Maxâs Kansas City, 1974. Ink on paper, 23.5 x 20.75 in
I think they got ray and dave confused (dave is the one with a son named daniel) but this story is absolutely sending me
An article titled âThe Bisexualsâ written by Judy Klemesrud and featured in the April issue of New York Magazine in 1974, discussing the (perceived) rise of bisexual identification.
This very much reminds me of modern moral panics over âthe rise of transgenderismâ and I liked this quote from Dr. Wardell Pomeroy (co-author of the Kinsey Reports) in the article that succinctly describes the real reason for any rise in people coming out:
âThere is probably no more bisexuality now than there ever was, but the atmosphere now is such that people will admit it freely and talk about it more. There is really not that much change in behavior, just much more openness in talking about sex, which we can credit in part to the womenâs movement and the gay revolution.â
thinking about how that one kinks manager made ray davies add âgirlâ to you really got me because he was like âwithout it everyone is gonna think youâre singing to a boy you gay fuck, peace and love <3â because lmao
Iâm not kidding
that recollection is so funny . . . âIâve always though you were a bit limp-wristedâ lmao. It reminds me thereâs one other place where Iâve heard Ray bring this up, in this interview snippet where he says he used to sing it as âguy, you really got meâ until the audience got mad at him lol.
Marc writing reviews and opinion pieces is honestly everything
Mickey and Marc, Cologne, Germany, 1970. Still acoustic.
Dave Davies, "Kink"
âOne night I was really bored so I called up my friend Linda âŠ. After a few drinks we decided to have a bit of fun. I dressed up in her clothes and she in mine. She did a great job with my make-up and when the final touches were in place, wig and all, we hailed a cab and descended on the bars and clubs in Greenwich Village. We finally ended up at Nobodyâs at about three in the morning. Iâd dressed up in womenâs clothes before, but never quite so publicly. It was very interesting the way men would look at me. I must admit I got a bit of a thrill out of it. Linda slicked her hair back and she really looked the part. It was quite a turn-on seeing her act in such a butch way. I really got a kick out of the fact that no one knew who I was. It was fantastic. I could observe the world from a totally different perspective. As a voyeur. It was like acting. Pretending to be someone else had great therapeutic value, particularly pretending to be a member of the opposite sex. Linda and I sat at the bar and ordered drinks. As I looked around the smoke-filled room I saw Baptist, drunk and acting like a fool as usual. At a table opposite I saw Mick really pissed, sitting with some friends and chatting up a girl. I got up and sat next to the girl and started to eye up Mick. He looked over at me and I was surprised that he didnât recognize me. The dirty old man was leching and leering at me. God, now I realized what it must be like for a woman! I continued to flirt with Mick in the dimly lit bar. I slowly stood up, spread my legs, lifted up my dress, and sexily guided my hand down the front of my underpants and grabbed at my crotch. Suddenly it hit Mick who I was. He was stunned, the mouth agape. You should have seen the look on his face. It was a treat, a gem. He was really taken aback.â
A newspaper clipping from 1956 about a trans teacher in England and his supportive employer
Lindsay Kemp (centre) and Jack Birkett, The Incredible Orlando (right)
Lindsay Kemp on Jack Birkett-   "Jack was Judy to my Mr Punch, Harlequin to my Pierrot, Titania to my Puck, Herodias to my SalomĂ©, Queen of Hearts to my Lewis Carroll. We shared flats, dressing rooms, boyfriends, bills, good times and bad times, success and failure; a couple of extravagant young dreamers, a couple of aching elders, always entertainers.â