I was in the clossit but it was a fun time.
after high school was over in 83 i moved to Austin, that where i spent the remainder of the 80s.
i had my first BF there and so many fun times, lots of fun gay bars and drinking partys.
the music was great what was there not to love about the 80s.
I especially like the guys in half shirts, the occasional mullet, pop top beer, no government nagging us about transfats, the men who didn't need to tweeze and tan to look good, and of course, the music
I was too young to REALLY enjoy the 80's, but i remember distinctly my first time seeing a playgirl magazine. So many guys with thick muctaches and cowboy hats! hell I think that is why i have a thing for cowboys now.
I arrived in San Francisco in the fall of 1978. The Castro District was wild at the time and continued to be so through the mid-1980s. You could walk down Castro Street and always find someone you were interested in or who was interested in you. On sunny days, handsome, hunky guys would lean against the wall of the Hibernia Bank and you could cruise them or vice-versa. It was known as Hibernia Beach because so many guys were shirtless or wore just cutoffs.
I definitely came of age during the 1980s!
Porn WITH HAIRY BODIES. My sexy, wonderful first partner. Shopping while on vacations in LA for edgier-than-the-gay-clones clothing on Melrose Ave for us to wear at the local Atlanta new wave clubs. The first really unique music since the 60s. (And, for me, a welcome break from disco-sameness). Porn WITH HAIRY BODIES.
Did I say "Porn WITH HAIRY BODIES?"
school, first sexual experience.ACDC.Human League,First Love.
the 80s was junior high school through undergrad for me, so this was the period of really understanding that i was gay. sadly, i was in the closet (with the exception of coming out to one friend after my first semester of undergrad) the entire time. loved the music, from new wave to hip hop. saw my first gay porn magazines and porn videos (i wish i had been aware of the burgeoning bear culture then, i might have been more likely to enjoy myself more as a big but young cub).
I fondly remember my Tom Selleck poster that I used to jack off to in my bedroom....until my little brother nailed the damn thing to the barn and shot it all up with his BB gun.
SHAME on your brother. I remember watching TV with a group of gay guys when we saw our very first, bare-chested Selleck CHAZ commercial. It was before Magnum. Just when I thought we were a bunch of butch guys, it all dissolved into screams, giggles and yelps. We all had a major "Nell Spell." I Googled for the commercial and was surprised that only this lousy version seemed available. The CHAZ commercial shows up about 46 seconds or so into the bad recording.