the officials on stage announced
they were going to let Sylvia speak.
It took quite a while to settle
the large audience down. People
were very confused. Sylvia, teary-
eyed, mascara running, took the
microphone and, finally, had her
She explained thai this Christopher Street Liberation Day was
the result of the riots at the Stonewall. That at these riots, drag
queens were very inslumental in
accomplishing what "vas finally
accomplished. That this fact was
never mentioned by the "new"
gay libbers. That they were always putting drag down, when, in
reality, drags are men too.
She went on to talk about STAR
how it helped street Kids in prison-how she had been in prison,
been beaten, raped, and and degraded unbelievably. How STAR
was one of the few organizations
to do any of this. And why, why
she wanted to know, did the rest
of the gay world constantly put
Needless to say, the audience
was in an uproar. A number of
dykes were threatening drag
queens, but her guys were pushing
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queens around. It was getting
entirely too _scary. Sylvia was
screaming "What does it matter
what you wear? Isn't all this
All sorts of obscenities were
being shout4d all around at this
point. I suddenly realized that
not only the gay press, but certainly all the straight press were
taking note of all of this, and I
felt embarrassed for the whole
Still crying, hoarse from all
her screaming, Sylvia collapsed in
a sobbing heap on stage, and had
to be carried off. More screaming and tussling throughout the
audience. More music was announced, but it was only listened
to half-heartedly. There was
something wrong, something that
needed to be settled. Was Sylvia right? Was she telling the
truth? If not, why the hassle
in letting her speak? Was it
that she was too reactionary? The
crowd wanted answers.
Now, it was announced, we were
going to hear from the'other side.'
A speaker from the Lesbian Freedom League had something to say.
People quieted down and listened.
The young girl explained the position of L.F.L.; that they felt
that drag was aput-down of
women. Plain and simple. This
was met with all kinds of shouts
from the audience , until the MX.
BEGGED EVERYONE TO LISTEN
ALL SIDES OF ANY ARGUMENT.
Well Phil, this was it.
The young lady went on speaking. Suddenly, as if from nowhere, a vision appeared at the
rear of the stage. It was Lee
Brewster, patron saint of New
Yorks' Drag queens, head of
Queens Liberation, and Editor of
Drag Magazine. Resplendent in
an emerald-green gown, with a gold
sequin crown, (a queens' crown,
I'm sure) she glided toward center
stage, followed by an enormous
Queens Liberation banner, carried
by members of her group.
The girl at the microphone
did not see this right away, and
went on speaking, thinking the ri
sing cheer she heard was for her.
But then, the vision was upon her.
She simply stopped talking, and
Trying to save face, the M.C.
rushed forward and introduced Lee
Brewster. Beginning quietly, Lee
spoke bluntly, honestly. He spoke
of the shock and hurt he felt
having witnessed what was done to
Sylvia and the others, his amazement to see gays beating gays.
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