I will never forget the thrill of The Village Voice when I arrived in NYC for college in the fall of 1975 from an upstate small town. The ads for gay movie theaters tweaked something within me. And then, my first semester, going to the personals ads and, very nervously, picking one by a gay man with his phone number and even more nervously calling him to make a date, thereby starting my way through the various baby steps to coming to terms with my sexual orientation, just six years after Stonewall. It really was wild and wooly and that wonderful Village Voice of days past, still so fondly remembered and the doors it opened still so deeply resonant to me.
