“It’s 1975, and Harvey Fierstein is looking to get off. The gravelly voiced actor and writer is in Boston, at the Charles Playhouse, where he’s just finished performing in a play. He’s too tired to go out with friends, but he decides to drop by a local gay bar on his way home. Walking inside, he bypasses a first-floor “wrinkle room” filled with older gentlemen, and makes his way to the blacked-out men’s rooms on the second floor, below a leather bar on the third. Finding a satisfactory partner there, he drops to his knees and gets to work. When Fierstein is finished, the other man pulls up his pants and looks down.
‘By the way,’ the man says, ‘you were great in the show tonight.’”
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