"Hippies, squids, homos, whores--HIT THE DOOR!" If Brokies can handle the intensity of FNIT then I think you can handle the cheerful,
raunchy way the waitress at our neighborhood tavern, gave out last call, closing time. And I would like to go back to those days to give an
example where fear of love was well justified and the risk inherent in investing in love could be extreme. (Squid, is a local term for sailors).
There were two taverns down the street from the Norfolk Naval Base that became legendary for raucous fun, wild doings, and integration
of gays and straights. I was, myself, a part of that, because the historic confrontation came when that lead waitress came over to tell one
of the gals sitting with me, she was barred---for being openly gay. I said-she goes---I go. Am not much of anything now, but in those days,
I was extemely popular---the owner of the bar backed down, and gay became..OK.
The explosions began. Gay women showed up, and the lonely sailors poured in to be around women...any women (we have 40,000 extra
males in Norfolk). The rednecks/hippies were tolerant already. The straight women were generally...sluts, and found liberation in the wildness
of that gals gay female friends showing up. Anita Bryant became the bete noire and it was---integrated heaven-85% straight, 15% gay, and
sparks flew. Anyone who said anything against gay got cold-shouldered or even tossed out the door.
Same at the tavern next door, but there unravelled a tragedy that still haunts me. Luke and Gary (names changed). Luke, a tall, lanky
lieutenant and his sidekick, Gary, the most virile male I had ever seen, muscular, brooding, quiet. They were inseparable and there every night,
shooting pool. Their wives there, too. Gary's wife a hot, sexy creature; Luke's wife a quiet lady, dark circles under her eyes, always trying
to be happy, but she only felt safe with me. And yet---I didn't get it. The friendship was illegal (fraternization of an officer and seaman), but
nothing seemed astray.
Until the fight between Luke and Gary. I missed that, was up at my bar the next night and everybody said it was huge trouble. Gary was
on crutches in this bar, off to himself and everybody told me of the fight. Which didn't make sense. Gary could have broken Luke in two,
yet he held his punches and Luke beat the crap out of him.
Gary never liked me and I had thought it was because I was rumored to be....metro-sexual. Still, he came to me and asked would I go with
him next door to see Luke, so he could talk to him. Did, and it was awful. Luke brushed him off. Gary asked me to drive him home to Navy
housing, and I did.
Got there, and he sat in the car and broke down in convulsive sobs---"I...loved him...." It had been a ship affair. 6 months at sea, those
things could happen, on the sly. Gary was overwhelmed by Luke's rank, treating him as a human being, being his tribal male friend--he
worshipped Luke. Who used him for companionship of the regular male type, and also for.....eventually, sexual relief. Gary was so in love
with Luke, it was routine, giving his friend head. Hell, wasn't queer---they both had wives. It was friendship. Right?
Like Jack Twist- Gary wanted... more. Might of been being held. Maybe kissing. I don't know. All I know is in the car that night, Gary
said he could only tell me, because I was a...queer. I asked him couldn't he--find another guy? "I ain't QUEER! I Loved Luke--that's why
I did it for him, on the ship.."
Never saw him again. He had loved Luke so much, he had let Luke win the fight, and it was brutal. Saw Luke. Went to his nice suburban
home, saw his two kids, and got one of the puppies from their dog's litter. No mention of Gary.
Fear of love can be justified. Those two had an affair for five years and their friendship, itself was considered an innocent male love,
much respected in the two bars. But one was discardable, when he wanted more. To the point then, with Ennis and Jack, and all the love
shown between them, there probably always was some measure of fearing to reveal just how much you loved, for it may be threatening
to the other partner, and you may lose them by your very needs. Push came to shove, and Luke ended it with Gary, in a brutal fight.
I believe Ennis and Jack could survive any fight, but I still see in them the fear of loving too much and the fear of not being loved as much
in return. Gary and Luke were real. And Gary disintegrated, in my car that night, knowing that he had taken the risk, and wasn't loved
as he had thought. All Luke wanted was a close friend, and a safe relief-giver, on long cruises. and for that, Gary risked his sanity, his
sense of being a man, and his very identity. Fear of love, sometimes, is with just cause.