I used to hang around Hollywood all the time, and there were queers following me around, staring at me, flirting at me, checking me out and even whistling at me everywhere I went. It was really annoying! I mean they would not leave me the fuck alone. After a while, I started putting up the biggest male Bitch Shield you ever saw just to try to keep them the fuck away from me. I guess I know how women feel now.
At work, I kept trying to figure out who the queers were because that was a really important thing to figure out. One guy had a beautiful girlfriend, but I finally figured out he was basically gay. I had to put up the hugest bitch shield just to keep him away from me. His name was Arthur. Another guy was gay as the Ace of Spades. I tried to keep away from him, but one Friday afternoon around closing time, he asked me out!
“Sooooo, what are you doing tonite…?” He cooed. Yikes! I quickly turned him down, but it freaked me out. Why did ask me out anyway?
Every day around closing, there was this very good looking and very masculine “leather guy” across the street from my work in Beverly Hills.
I would go to the window before 5 and look out. Every time I did it, he was looking right at me, daggers for eyes. A shiver ran up and down my spine. I left work and had to run a gauntlet down the street. He was watching me the whole time. I was shaking with every rapid step I took. I could not get away from him fast enough! Every day for two weeks, he took up position across from my window and stared right at my window, leaning against the wall in his leather jacket. Eeeek!
I went out to eat with a friend from work in the cafe attached to the Tropicana Hotel. The waiter was an older queer and he wouldn’t leave me alone. There were other queers in the restaurant and they would not stop staring. One of the waitresses was friends with my female co-worker. She was really flirty with me. Later at work, my female co-worker said the guy who I was with at the restaurant was my boyfriend. I was like, “WTF????!!!!! Damn!”
Years later, I would go to Hollywood on the weekend and run around nightclubs all night. At some point, I would go to the ready teller at the bank on Santa Monica Boulevard at midnight.
I’m not sure if you have ever been to Santa Monica Boulevard on a weekend night, but it’s quite a spectacle to see. There is the biggest traffic jam you have ever seen, almost all male. It seems as there are hundreds of thousands of gay men cruising that street in cars or walking up and down it on the sidewalks. The side streets and back streets are equally packed.
I don’t think it’s possible that there are over 100,000 gay men on that street on a typical Saturday night, but that’s what it seems like. It’s an extremely bizarre spectacle, like something out of a science fiction movie. It’s like the biggest army of gay men you’ve ever seen in your life.
I would be getting money at the ready teller or walking to and from my car and these carloads of gays would drive by. They would see me and they would all lean out their windows and whoop and yell at me. “Whoo hooo! Yeah! Oh baby! Hey sexy! Hot stuff! Oh honey! Whoop whoop whoop!” One car after another full of guys would lean their heads out and all yell at me. It was pretty strange to say the least!
I think the worst of it is I was always wondering why they were checking me out. I was always thinking, “Do think I’m gay? Is that why they’re looking at me?” I never figured out a good answer to that question. Do they check out all guys? Or just all hot guys? Or do they only check out guys they think are gay?
Women were after me a lot back in those days too, so that made me feel a lot better. If it was only guys, I might have started worrying!