While searching through my supply closet for some specialty X-mas ornaments I found a pack of old photos from the early- to mid-1990s from a night out at the legendary New York City gay nightclub The Roxy. Now, for those of you who don’t know, The Roxy was one of, if not the most popular gay clubs in New York in the 1990s. It was a true megaclub – absolutely massive – and the space would be packed full to the brim every Saturday night with club kids, muscle boys, drag queens, hot chicks, top DJs, and House music all night long.
The stars of the gay community, from RuPaul to Madonna, all performed live there at one time or another. It was a crazy, scary, wonderfully creative time and the downtown gay scene was the last vestige of the wild and loose city that New York once was. Back then, we were still in the grips of the early AIDS epidemic; medicines to keep HIV in check had yet to be invented and homophobia was rampant. Many within the gay community believed that if you were gay you would most likely die young. So we lived life like it was our last day and we partied like there was no tomorrow. The Roxy epitomized that ideology: Every Saturday night was like a bacchanalian party on the last day of Pompeii. And though this night, like so many others, is but a fuzzy memory, you can tell by my ecstatic smile (wink, wink) that I was having a grand old time. Crazy youth.