"Tell me anywhere else in America where you could have found it."

Across from me, the blue eyes of the eighty-year-old man shone sharply in the Palm Springs sun. His fingers tapped hard upon the glass surface of the table.

"You can't, can you?" He sat back in his chair and gave me a satisfied smile. "Because there was nowhere else. Not unless you were in Cafe Society or some bigwif on Broadway. But in Hollywood... gays had power, gays were 'in.'" -Introduction

The handsome hero couldn't breathe: there was water up his nose. The villain held him by the back of his neck, keeping him face down in the flume. Behind him, the crew slapped their knees in laughter, and the director, barely able to conceal his own mirth, ticked off the screen seconds in his mind. When finally he called "cut," up from the flume staggered the Great God Kerrigan - cursing, spitting, gasping for air. -Great Gods, The First Gay Idols, 1910-1925