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Some Dance to Remember: A Memoir-Novel of the Golden Age of Gay Liberation in San Francisco 1970-1982
Some Dance to Remember A MemoirNovel of the Golden Age of Gay Liberation in San Francisco 19701982 Author:Jack Fritscher See what it was really like at the golden age of gay liberation—back to the 70s in San Francisco! — The Harrington Park Press is proud to bring this classic of gay literature to a new generation of readers! Some Dance To Remember: A Memoir-Novel of San Francisco 1970-1982, out of print for over a decade, has been referred to as "the ga... more »y Gone with the Wind." But such words do not do justice to this story. Some Dance To Remember uses the quintessential gay love story between a writer and a bodybuilder to capture the tone, setting, style, events, and essence of the Gay Liberation Generation of the 1970s. It is a lyrical romance, a comedy, a tragedy—all this and more—wrapped up in the historical context of the life and times of San Franciscans during the decade that changed the world. You'll never forget this story of life, love, and loss, and the extraordinary San Francisco storyteller who lived it.
This historical epic seethes with sex, love, and passionate characters with unique motivations. Lives are built, lives are destroyed. This sweeping memoir-novel tells the story of the golden mythic time after Stonewall. It was the time of the rise of the Castro and of Folsom Street. It was the time of the assassinations of Harvey Milk and Robert Opel and his Fey Way Gallery. It was the time of the White Night riot. It was the time of the burning of the Barracks South of Market. It was the time when the mysterious "gay cancer" first sent the city of San Francisco into hysteria.
This moving story brims with ideas and meticulous details. Entertaining, sharp-witted, and totally enthralling, this story chronicles an extraordinary time in an extraordinary place that shall never be forgotten.
"San Francisco's where you go to lose a lover."
Ryan O'Hara takes the lead in this wild story of love, sex, fear, and abandon. He is a writer, coming to San Francisco during this golden age to seek a voice not only for himself but also for the burgeoning gay liberation movement galvanizing the country. Enter Kick Sorensen, Ryan's "perfect man," the drop-dead blond bodybuilder who may or may not be all he seems. From bodybuilding to muscle sex to the bathhouses to gay porn to the hustlers, the story unfolds. Their romance leads them to careen movie-like in and out of the lives of very unique and very human people—gay and straight—and thus show this golden decade for the important time it was—and has remained.
An excerpt:
Men, accustomed to meeting at bars and baths, gathered at the massive bronze door in small groups unsure exactly what to do. Death was new to them. This was the first grand gay funeral. "At least he doesn't have to grow old," they whispered. The majority of the mourners wore full leather gear. They were Folsom Street men, good-looking and gruff, a decade or two older than the boys on Castro. Leather for them was an attractive saving grace. Leather transformed aging bodies. Leather was tighter and smoother than skin. Leather cinched and corseted and disguised bodies which rarely, if ever, darkened the iron-pumping, designer-muscle gyms on Castro. Leather was a fetish that extended a mature man's sex appeal for another dozen years.
"Can you believe it?" Ryan whispered to me during the service. "We're witnessing a whole new gay phenomenon." He pointed to a row of bearded men in full black leather wiping the dark circles under their eyes with red bandanas. Their grief was real. Ryan was not so cynical as to be blind to that. Death was bad enough, but premature Death at the hands of a murderer was almost more than he could bear.« less