AmosL
06-05-2008, 05:44 PM
Reuter, Donald F. “Greetings from the Gayborhood”, Abrams Image, 2008.
Remembering
Amos Lassen
Remember when there were actual neighborhoods where gay people lived? There was the French Quarter in New Orleans, the Castro and New York City’s Greenwich Village among others. Donald Reuter looks at those “gayborhoods” all across America and gives us their stories through photographs, images from archives, nostalgia and some very naughty little anecdotes. He gives us looks at twelve different American cities and the neighborhoods where the gays lived and in some cases still live. The book is postcard-sized and it is a little scrapbook which is a great souvenir of gay living.
“Gayborhoods” are enclaves that came into being because of shared interests—be they social, economic, political, moral, geographical or what have you. There was a time when we needed to be together because there was safety in numbers. Today the very same factors that brought about their creations are what are causing them to fall apart. “Gayborhoods” were where we went to celebrate our sexuality and be ourselves without having to answer to anyone. The “gayborhoods” became even more distinct with the white-flight to the suburbs and in some cases, downtown areas fell into our hands. This coupled with the fact that gay men know how to survive and we were able to make difficult situations better. We began to gentrify the slums and build our lives. It was between the 60’s and the 80’s that “gayborhoods” came into their own.
Some of the things to notice about “gayborhoods” is that they were usually located near to where the inhabitants worked and played and other points of interest like parks, universities and hospitals are nearby. Many times we are located “on the wrong side of the tracks” and the railroad served as a line of demarcation. Nothing was separated by great distance. For example in New Orleans, most of the gay bars are within walking distance of each other and the residences are nearby as well. We usually decorate our neighborhood so that other will know it is a “gayborhood”.
I love this book. It is just fun to read and look at. I must admit that the section on New Orleans made me misty. Remembering the My-Oh-My Club reminded me of those days in high school when everything was said in whispers and as I write this I am longing for coffee and beignets from Café du Monde. Little Rock, Arkansas is very, very different from the French Quarter and as wonderful as the memories are, I think we are probably better off by not being restricted to live in “gayborhoods”. They were great but we have come a long way yet we need to give Donald Reuter a thank you for taking the time to remind is when “the friends of Dorothy” lived behind their rainbow colored walls.
Remembering
Amos Lassen
Remember when there were actual neighborhoods where gay people lived? There was the French Quarter in New Orleans, the Castro and New York City’s Greenwich Village among others. Donald Reuter looks at those “gayborhoods” all across America and gives us their stories through photographs, images from archives, nostalgia and some very naughty little anecdotes. He gives us looks at twelve different American cities and the neighborhoods where the gays lived and in some cases still live. The book is postcard-sized and it is a little scrapbook which is a great souvenir of gay living.
“Gayborhoods” are enclaves that came into being because of shared interests—be they social, economic, political, moral, geographical or what have you. There was a time when we needed to be together because there was safety in numbers. Today the very same factors that brought about their creations are what are causing them to fall apart. “Gayborhoods” were where we went to celebrate our sexuality and be ourselves without having to answer to anyone. The “gayborhoods” became even more distinct with the white-flight to the suburbs and in some cases, downtown areas fell into our hands. This coupled with the fact that gay men know how to survive and we were able to make difficult situations better. We began to gentrify the slums and build our lives. It was between the 60’s and the 80’s that “gayborhoods” came into their own.
Some of the things to notice about “gayborhoods” is that they were usually located near to where the inhabitants worked and played and other points of interest like parks, universities and hospitals are nearby. Many times we are located “on the wrong side of the tracks” and the railroad served as a line of demarcation. Nothing was separated by great distance. For example in New Orleans, most of the gay bars are within walking distance of each other and the residences are nearby as well. We usually decorate our neighborhood so that other will know it is a “gayborhood”.
I love this book. It is just fun to read and look at. I must admit that the section on New Orleans made me misty. Remembering the My-Oh-My Club reminded me of those days in high school when everything was said in whispers and as I write this I am longing for coffee and beignets from Café du Monde. Little Rock, Arkansas is very, very different from the French Quarter and as wonderful as the memories are, I think we are probably better off by not being restricted to live in “gayborhoods”. They were great but we have come a long way yet we need to give Donald Reuter a thank you for taking the time to remind is when “the friends of Dorothy” lived behind their rainbow colored walls.