I’m in the middle, with my brother, Trip, sister, Missi and our golden retriever, Erick, around 1964 at our home on Hemphill Road north of Iowa City.
This was on Duncan Street in Key West in 1980, where Tennessee Williams lived. He decided I needed to hear a few Biblical versus, which he read with a fire-and-brimstone flourish.
Tennessee Williams took this picture of me in 1980, while I was standing in the doorway to his painting studio in the “Florida Room” of his house on Duncan Street in Key West. Not many people know he was also a painter.
This was in a bedroom at Andalusia, the opulent Biddle family mansion just north of Philadelphia, where I often spent weekends throughout the 1980s.
Fourth of July 1981 in Los Angeles.
Max Westerman, my Dutch journalist friend, and I spent the summer of 1981 in Iowa City. When the Iowa City Press-Citizen wrote an article about us (“Dutch Journalist Living it Up in Iowa City”) we received a letter from a local closeted schoolteacher, who figured out we were gay and wanted to share his story with us. He signed it “Mr. X” because he couldn’t reveal he was gay.
This is of me and Max Westerman and Stephen Schlanser, with an older couple who were friends, at New York Company in West Hollywood around 1981. (Note: clicking on this image pulls up the image of Jim Nall instead)
June 5, 1981, the day the Centers for Disease Control in Atlanta first acknowledged that something mysterious was killing gay men. I was in Denver, with Vito Russo at our friends house on Emerson Street.
This is the only picture of the guys who wrote the Denver Principles manifesto in 1983. That’s Michael Callen in the lower far right, and Richard Berkowitz—the only surviving member of the group—just above Michael with the sexy moustache.
Entrance to St. Mark’s Baths, circa 1983.
I took this picture of Andre Ledoux when we were on vacation in Mexico in 1984.
Jim Nall, my first close gay friend in New York, who died in 1984.
In 1984 and 1985, I hosted what we called the Windybush Campers Association’s annual Weekend in the Woods at my house in Bucks County, PA. About half of those in the picture are now gone.
Michael Callen, Jane Rosett and Michael Hirsch, all of the People With AIDS Coalition/New York, at the 1986 LGBT Pride.
PWAC Executive Director Michael Hirsch with his yellow rubber gloves, LGBT Pride 1986.
Here I am getting arrested protesting President Reagan’s silence on AIDS, in front of the White House, June 1, 1987. That’s Steve Endean, who was head of Gay Rights National Lobby and founded the Human Rights Campaign, on the right.
This is from the same photo session in 1988 and is the photo from which the image used on the cover of Body Counts was taken.
This is of Michael Misove and me, taken by our close friend Nicholas Latimer in the fall of 1988, just a few weeks before Michael died.
This is the “Know Your Scumbags” poster, designed by Richard Deagle and Victor Mendolia for the December 1989 demonstration at St. Patrick’s Cathedral, that finally prompted Keith Haring to start attending ACT UP meetings.
Vincent Gagliostro designed this as a sticker for our Community Cardpack in 1989. The message it conveys about “freedom” truly was revolutionary at the time. Some of it still is.
Ernest Quick, on the left, and ACT Upper Aldyn McKean, on the right were the auctioneers for our 1989 Auction for Action. That’s me in the middle, scouting for bids.
This was at the 1989 ACT UP Auction for Action; with volunteers Linda Lopez, Steve Spier and auctioneer Aldyn McKean.
This was the first billboard put up during my congressional campaign, on Route 17 near Middletown, New York in 1990. I was with several campaign staff when we were driving by and saw it and had to stop to get a picture.
This was also during the campaign, in 1990. It was my Mom’s favorite picture of me.
During my congressional campaign in 1990, Governor Mario Cuomo campaigned with me in New Square, an Hasidic Jewish community in Rockland County, New York. When we sat for lunch in the community house, there was a lavender yarmulke at my place.
This was right after the police forced us (the TAG Seven) to deflate the giant condom we had put over the home of notorious homophobe U.S. Senator Jesse Helms in September of 1991. That’s me on the upper right, wearing my Silence = Death t-shirt.
Yoko Ono chaired a benefit performance of the Night Larry Kramer Kissed Me in December of 1991. That’s David Drake, who wrote and starred in the play, on the right, wearing a t-shirt Yoko designed for us. It is three rows of red ribbons with a quote from John Lennon: “A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.”
That’s me with Yoko Ono, David Drake and Chuck Brown, who directed The Night Larry Kramer Kissed Me at a reception following a benefit performance of the play that raised money for the Treatment Action Group.
Swen Swenson on Santa Monica Boulevard in West Hollywood, 1991, honoring his friend Keith Haring on a sign accompanied by Fever, his “gay dog” (see t-shirt on Fever).
In 1992, Businessweek magazine profiled me in an article titled “Running a Business in the Shadow of AIDS”; this was taken by Buck Ennis, their photographer.
In the winter of 1992 or 1993, Peter Staley invited a group of friends to go sailing in the Sea of Cortez. I think I’m holding a box of frozen peas.
From the left, that’s me with Tom Viola, who joined me in producing The Night Larry Kramer Kissed Me, Sir Ian McKellan and writer/actor David Drake at my loft one evening after a performance.
This was early in 1992, before the New York primary at an event in New York, when I was enthusiastically supporting Bill Clinton’s candidacy.
This was the full-page ad we took in the New York Times to demand an end to the ban on gay men and lesbians in the military and promote the reopening of The Night Larry Kramer Kissed Me. The ad cost about $20,000 and we weren’t sure the Times would accept it, because we used the word “faggot” in the copy. It raised more than $30,000 for the National Gay and Lesbian Task Force and enraged Rush Limbaugh.
That’s me with Bob Hattoy at a restaurant in the Village around 1993; I think it was his birthday, hence the beads around his neck.
This was taken by David Morgan, in New York, late in 1993 or early 1994, just a year or two after Xavier and I met.
POZ Cover Apr-May 1994
The premiere issue of POZ from April of 1994 with Ty Ross on the cover. Since then, Ty has taken his mother’s maiden name and is known as Ty Goldwater.
Classic Bob Hattoy, around 1995. Big smile, loud tie, arm waving and a drink in his hand. Pure love.
Greg Gorman took this shot when Stephen Gendin, Megan and I were in Los Angeles in 1995 trying to raise money to continue publishing POZ. My Kaposi’s Sarcoma lesions were starting to show on my face and neck (but they were worse on my torso and legs). The only one that was really painful was the one visible on my eyelid. I used this picture to accompany my column in POZ.
These pictures were taken when the KS had gotten worse, sometime in late 1995.
This is as close as Doris and I ever got to having a wedding portrait, taken a few minutes after the ceremony at my sister Megan’s house in Grandview-on-Hudson, New York, 1996. Doris made me wear a tie.
In 1996, Mario Cooper chaired the board of AIDS Action Council and they gave me an award. I gave a very strong speech, citing the Clinton administration’s failure of leadership while Patsy Fleming, Clinton’s domestic policy advisor, was in the audience. I got a huge amount of applause, but Mario got grief from administration officials who were furious and embarrassed.
This is the cabin in the woods of Northeast Pennsylvania that Xavier and I retreated to in 1997.
That’s me with Dr. Joseph Sonnabend on the left and former Playboy Playmate Rebekkah Armstrong in the middle. When Rebekkah was diagnosed with HIV, she became a great AIDS activist and spokesperson. Today she’s a competitive bodybuilder.
Dr. Joseph Sonnabend and me, at the West 12th Street loft where Xavier and I lived and the magazine and other enterprises were sited, around 1999.
Two of my favorite pictures with Stephen Gendin and, in the lower one, his close friend Bruce Rinderman, around 1999.
This was one of the four cover images of Stephen for his memorial issue in 2000. I liked showing a little of his butt on the cover; note also his Where the Wild Things are tattoo.
Stephen with his dog, Zoom, whose tail was often dyed to match Stephen’s hair
This was the picture our editor Ronnilyn Pustil took of Stephen’s body at Redden’s funeral home the morning after he died in 2000. Hush had just shorn his hair in preparation for chemotherapy.