Back Then by R.Kane
Coming of age in the 1970’s.
As always, it was a simpler age.
We thought that every STD
could be alleviated at the city clinic.
I was *complex rock, button fly Levis, and flannel shirts.
Owned one pair of double-knit pants.
Didn’t buy them, just somehow they were mine.
Disco so pervasive in the gay community, four-foured to death!
No business like show business sung by Ethel Merman
To a disco beat, this had gone too far.
Fucking in the bushes was quite a hoot,
On a Minnesota river bank or atop a San Francisco hill.
Marathon sessions at the bathhouse in an MDA state,
a room waiting with just a call for a little drug bribe.
How many sex partners, I just didn’t count.
Don’t regret it, just look back and wonder.
Drugs were a gift until angel dust made me crazy.
*CJ6 became much too familiar,
Put me in the*queen tank I learned I needed to say.
Lost everything, I use that experience still.
Found love in a sex closet on New Years Eve,
Did the till death do us part with him,
sans the marriage that dare not try to be.
I still miss him in the quiet moments in my life
Watched so many die so young.
I stopped having sex at all but couldn’t keep that up.
Made me edit my sex practices with severity,
and thankful that I haven’t had to share their fate.
Who knew dick of death could be a literal term.
Seemed a disappointment I didn’t play with all the hottest guys.
As some of them were the first to succumb,
I know now what a blessing it was that they passed me by.
A.K.K. Richard Kane
*Complex rock is now called prog rock or progressive rock
*CJ6 is San Francisco county jail #6
*The queen tank is reserved for homosexual males