The quest for safe, welcoming spaces is a journey many in the LGBTQ+ community understand intimately. For those in Rockland County, New York, the landscape has shifted dramatically over the decades. Once a place where the simple act of living openly could feel like a radical act, Rockland County has evolved, reflecting broader societal changes while retaining its unique character.
My own realization of my identity at a young age in Rockland County was a solitary affair. Without visible role models, the path to self-acceptance felt obscured. It wasn't until my college years in New York City that the liberating truth dawned: being gay and being myself were not mutually exclusive. Returning to Rockland, particularly Nyack, in the years before the AIDS crisis, offered a surprisingly vibrant and exciting environment for gay life. Compared to other cities where LGBTQ+ establishments were often relegated to forgotten back alleys or the rougher edges of town, Rockland felt more integrated, though the ever-present threat of anti-gay sentiment and slurs was a stark reminder of the battles still being fought.
The stark reality of facing prejudice hit home with a visceral incident. An aggressive confrontation, fueled by hateful slurs, escalated violently. What began as a verbal assault quickly turned physical, leaving me reeling against a wall, assaulted and spat upon. The turning point, however, was witnessing the unexpected intervention. Patrons from the bar, alerted to the unfolding violence, had summoned the police. In the ensuing moments, a powerful, if primal, instinct took over. The altercation concluded with my assailant on the ground, injured, a stark lesson learned about challenging the wrong person.
The 1980s and 90s brought an unimaginable wave of loss. Friends, lovers, and creative collaborators, individuals I had shared stages and intimate moments with, began to succumb to the AIDS epidemic. The man I had loved, my first partner, was among them. His illness transformed our dynamic from one of shared life to one of caregiving under extraordinarily difficult circumstances. Confined to a separate room, denied the simple comfort of physical affection, and facing the devastating grief and anger of his mother, who wrongly blamed me, was a profound test of endurance.
The toll of this period was immense. My mail was intercepted, financial support vanished, and phone calls were monitored, often ending with my parents being subjected to verbal abuse. The constant refrain, "After all, there will be nobody there for you when you die," echoed the pervasive fear and stigma of the era. Eventually, exhausted and depleted, I made the agonizing decision to leave, realizing that staying any longer would leave me a mere shadow of myself. Yet, even in this darkness, the foundational self-respect and acceptance instilled by my parents became my anchor, allowing me to bend without breaking.
It was through shared loss that I found solace and a deeper connection. Bob, who had also experienced the profound grief of losing his first partner to cancer, and I forged a bond built on mutual understanding and an amplified appreciation for the present moment. For years, we split our time between the bustling energy of New York City and the artistic haven of Provincetown, Massachusetts. In Provincetown, I even took on the role of editor for Provincetown Magazine. These locations placed us at the epicenter of the AIDS crisis, a period marked by both vibrant creativity and heartbreaking loss. By the mid-1990s, over forty friends and colleagues had died, with no end in sight.
This lived experience informed a powerful theatrical piece we developed, a collection of monologues interwoven with songs. Bob and I, along with two women representing those left behind, brought these stories to life. Ironically, the straight male actors in the cast portrayed characters who had passed from AIDS, while I, a gay man, played the role of a surviving best friend. The show, initially a limited run, was so impactful that upon its revival a few months later, five cast members had succumbed to the illness over the summer. That summer alone, we attended nine memorial services. The sheer magnitude of the loss was overwhelming.
Seeking a sense of peace, Bob and I returned to my hometown of Nyack in 1996. The reception was a revelation. My childhood friends embraced my lifestyle with a casual acceptance, treating it as utterly unremarkable. This sense of belonging was a balm to years of struggle. The ultimate affirmation came on January 15, 2016, exactly 22 years after our meeting, when Mayor Jen White, in her first official act as mayor, legally married us. The times had indeed changed, and for me, the outcome was profoundly positive.
The question of "Why me?" still arises on quiet days. There's a lingering sense of being part of a "lost generation," a veteran of a war few truly remember. Did the overwhelming scale of loss finally force a wider societal reckoning with the injustices faced by the entire LGBTQ+ community? The fight for our rights has been a collective effort, but for gay men of my generation, it was a battle waged with our very lives.
While progress has been monumental, the struggles continue. Today, the focus rightly shifts to other vital groups within the broader LGBTQ+ community. Our transgender siblings bravely lead the charge against persistent violence and discrimination, often bearing the brunt of societal animosity. Lesbians continue their crucial advocacy for custody, marriage, and inheritance rights – rights that, in part, enable the very ring on my finger. Their work also shines a light on domestic abuse within our own communities, a subject often overlooked.
Bi and omnisexual individuals are increasingly vocal, demanding recognition and addressing unique health concerns. Most recently, discussions around gender identity and the vast spectrum of gender have moved from the shadows into everyday conversations. This evolution is essential, yet each segment of our community still grapples with these multifaceted challenges, including gay men, who, though a minority now, carry the deep weariness of a generation decimated by illness and societal neglect.
If I could wish for everything, it would be freedom from the capricious whims of pharmaceutical and insurance companies, the assurance that the marriage I fought for would be unequivocally protected, and, most profoundly, the return of all the friends and loved ones lost along the way.
While the landscape of dedicated LGBTQ+ establishments in Rockland County might differ from the bustling scene of decades past, the spirit of community endures. Exploring local hubs and events can still lead to meaningful connections.
The journey of the LGBTQ+ community in Rockland County is a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding pursuit of equality. From the shadows of past struggles to the vibrant present, the commitment to creating inclusive and supportive spaces continues to shape the region's narrative.