Anyone who goes clubbing at week ends and cruising on the Internet Monday to Thursday may quite rightly find our waxing on a bit sometimes of olden days a bit strange. Mn – of days before laws were equalised and liberalised – but maybe we wax on now and then a bit because we were young then, Allan and Ray, in the 1950s and 1960s – and we never personally felt ostracism or troubles with the law ourselves: never got caught.
But always we were aware others did, good people, who ran into trouble. That was why we got involved and into years of campaigning, ultimately successfully. |
We were aware for many, and many of the most vulnerable gays, in the olden days they lived in fear. And that – the fear – has thankfully now gone.
In the good old bad old olden days queers – almost all – carried a mask of daily lies to protect their sexuality from being discovered, and so many good men got blackmailed – and witness these pages were “ratted” on, prosecuted, persecuted and some went to prison and/ or lost their jobs.
But then do some things now, and some do now.
See the case notes in these webpages.
Ah yes but there was though then a certain charm of camaraderie in those olden days 1950s 1960s of “belonging” as a queer to an almost freemasonicly secret society of “us” – and yet an ease of access to some sort of sex for almost boys and men in the parks, in bus station toilets etc…but that has almost gone now. And we were young then – and we did have fun in those queer, long ago, dusky, illegal days. Come come come: no more waxing. Get a firm grip on yourself old boy. So we shall. |
