Born erudite, John Rechy, 83, is the author of 12 novels and three non-fiction works.
He was raised Mexican-American in El Paso, Texas, at a time when Latino children were routinely segregated. He was assumed to be Anglo because of his light skin. A teacher "changed" his name from Juan to John.
Always with a flair for the creative, after appearing as Jesus in a play at age 10, Rechy wrote Shirley Temple a letter offering himself as her movie partner. He devoured classic literature at an early age and has published in an essay his own rules on writing. His mother was a big fan of Liberace, who sent her a miniature piano and an autographed photo. He insisted to People magazine in 1978 about his now-canonized, high-temperature novel City of Night, "I didn't write it to titillate." That book brought out the worst and the best in reviewers and readers and has been in print ever since its 1963 publication.
Gore Vidal hailed him as "one of the few original American writers of the last century," and Michael Cunningham, one of his former writing students, has called him an author "whose life is almost as interesting, and meaningful, as his work."
He wrote memorable commentary and reviews, published in Beneath the Skin, The Collected Essays of John Rechy, for The Nation, New York Review of Books, and The New York Times and a memoir/fictional narrative About My Life and the Kept Woman. His insights often pre-sage what others concluded decades later.
Recently, Rechy talked with the Lambda Literary Review about his long life that bridges The Great Depression, World War II, the Korean and Vietnam War, the tumultuous 60s, the Stonewall Riots, AIDS, and the assimilation of the LGBT community into marriage and the Armed Forces.
Frank Pizzoli: As a young boy, you stayed inside writing stories. Did you always want to be a writer?
John Rechy: Yes, my desire to be a writer came quite early. Before my teens, about ages 7 to 12.
I had written many stories. Several of them were "retellings" of movies and of my father's opera productions. For example, I retold the story of Madame Butterfly and Carmen. Not intentionally, those "adaptations" were very funny. Madame Butterfly to Lt. Pinkerton: "Guess what? I'm pregnant."
At age 13, I began a novel titled Time on Wings, a historical novel aboutget this!Marie Antoinette. It reached about 500 pages before I stopped to move on to grittier subjects: a very sexy expose about high school students. I continued to write from then on, and as editor of my high school newspaper and later of the college magazine, I published quite a few scandalous stories. I was fired as editor of a school magazine for a satirical poem and an article titled "Babbitt Ain't Dead, He Just Went to College." Around the same time I wrote my first finished novel, Pablo! based on Mayan legends. At one time, Grove wanted to publish it, but I didn't want that very early novel to come out as my "second novel" after City of Night.
I also wanted to be an artist, and created several comic strips that were usually set in earlier times. For a time, I also wanted to act, after I was cast as the boy Jesus at age 10.
FP: How did that come about?
John Rechy: My father had worked in Mexico with the great actress Virginia Fabregas, the Ethel Barrymore of Mexican theater. She had her own touring company that came to perform in El Paso, and they needed a kid for the role of an allegorical Jesus in "El Monje Blanco"the White Monk by Blasco Ibanez. I got the role with an all-star cast of Mexican actors and actresses. I loved the costumea rather brief loincloth.
My great scene, the climax of the play, was when I am in the area where my father is a carpenter ( circa early A.D. ), and on the set are several wooden boards, scattered. My mother, an allegorical Mary, is with her husband, an allegorical Joseph. Some kind of crisis is looming, and my father announces that he has to go away. At that point, I lean back on some boards on stage that formed a cross and I spread my arms on it. Then I say to my father: "Me abandonas, Padre?" ( 'Are you abandoning me, Father?" ) obviously echoing Jesus on the cross. My father then says: "Ya esta crucificado! ( "He is already crucified." ) That created loud sobs in the audience. After the first performance, I ran out into the audience in my costume and the ladies, some gentlemen too, reached out to hug and kiss me and continued weeping.
That was a great time. When the play was going to be made into a Mexican film with the great Maria Felix as Mary, I was chosen to play the part again; but that would require moving to Mexico, which was not feasible for our family. A few years later, still a boy, I wrote Shirley Temple offering myself as her partner in movies. She didn't answer, and so my theatrical aspirations were ended.
FP: It's tempting to be reductive. Does your story about playing Jesus at age 10 help to define John Rechy into his adult life?
John Rechy: I hope not, in any religious sense. Oh, God, no! However, performing in a sexy costume and arousing so much "love"that might have had some influence in my latter years.
FP: In a 1988 L.A. Times review of your novel Marilyn's Daughter, the writer quoted you saying that you were a Texas writer not mentioned on lists of Texas writers; a Chicano writer omitted from anthologies of Chicano writers; a California writer ignored in books about California; and even though excluded from homosexual anthologies you were still known as a "homosexual" writer. How does your legacy look to you today?
John Rechy: That has changed dramatically, I'm glad to say, although some hints of "being left out" continue. I've been given PEN-USA's Lifetime Achievement, One Magazine's first Culture Hero Award, William Whitehead Lifetime Achievement, the Leal Lifetime Achievement Award for a Mexican-American writer and West Coast Lambda's Pioneer Award. My writings are now taught widely in universities and collegesespecially City of Night, and now The Miraculous Day of Amalia Gomez, and some other books of mine.
Several students are writing their PhD's on my work and university conferences hold panel discussions on my books. Okay, so that sounds like bragging. It is bragging, yes, and I do it here because I wasn't always included. Plus, I don't believe in "humility," which most often is an arrogant pose. So, yes, I've overcome a lot of weird prejudice, including from gay flanks, like this: Right after The Sexual Outlaw had come out, I was baffled by the hostility from gay folk. I did a reading with Alan Ginsburg in of all places San Francisco, and a whole contingent of gay men walked out on me. I went on reading, and then another contingent walked out. I didn't understand why, except that in Outlaw, just out, I was upholding "promiscuity" ( I call that "sexual abundance" ) and that was not, then ( 1977 ), "correct." Also, in Los Angeles cruising, I was attacked by a huge man denouncing Outlaw. As I rolled away from his violent advances a little queen who witnessed my attack offered, "You can't please everyone!" Another time while hustling, I ignored a drag queen. Angry, she said, "Your muscles are as gay as my drag!" These were weird times.
Some years later at a big writer's conference in San Francisco, things had changed powerfully. And ( here goes the bragging, non-humility again ) I received two standing ovations while Edward Albee, who was on the same stage, was booed.
FP: You've written 15 books12 fiction and three non-fiction. How do you view your own body of work?
John Rechy: I'm very pleased with it, my body of work. I've ranged very widely, too, both in subject and in form. Gay subjects, yes; but also a Mexican woman in L.A. ( Amalia ), teenagers in Texas ( The Fourth Angel ), a possible daughter of Marilyn Monroe, a spooky female evangelist ( Bodies and Souls ). In my essays, starting back in the 50s, I've written about discrimination against Mexicans in Texas, illegal jailing of "juvenile delinquents," GIs protesting the Vietnam War, and, of course, about the scourgephysical and psychological ( on all of us ) of AIDS, in The New York Review of Books, the Advocate, other publications. I want these books, and my essays, to be considered in dealing with my "body of work." I'm glad to say that it increasingly is and I often speak in classes where one or another of my books is required reading. There are new translations regularly of my work, in Bulgaria just recently.
FP: I think your collection of essays Beneath the Skin, The Collected Essays of John Rechy ( written over 40 years for The Nation, New York Review of Books, and The New York Times ) is profound, then and now. With your writing, is there a gay sensibility?
John Rechy: Of course there's a gay sensibility. There's a whole essay in my book about that ( Hollywood and Homosexuality: Heterosexual Films in Drag ). And it's a good "sensibility"we are shaped by exile, born into the "heterosexual camp" with all that implies. Very early, we deal with "camouflage" in various ways, and that shapes a unique "sensibility." I uphold our differences and resent them being "erased."
FP: You always wanted to be a contender. Are you a contender in the pantheon of gay male writers?
John Rechy: The pantheon of gay male writers? Really, is there such?
Do you mean, then, Proust, Wilde, Genet, Djuna Barnes, Virginia Woolf, et al? I do think all writers should aim for the best, always; and, yes, that is where I have always aimed. When I referred to myself as a "contender," I meant I simply want my work to be read without prejudice or preconception. Some "critics/reviewers" clearly haven't read my books and still criticize them; it is always easy for a writer to tell when a "reviewer/critic" has not read one's book( s ). I don't want to be "corralled"I want to be viewed as a writer, period.
Related to that"pantheon"are the silly lists that purport to indicate a "best," etc. those lists are ubiquitous, from Time magazine toyes, really, in my opinion, the bombastic self-appointed guru of literature, Harold Bloom. Those lists and gradings are insulting to artists, I feel, an arbitrary comparison is made, very often reflecting only their personal choices.
FP: Critic/author Jameson Currier wrote in the April 2, 1999, New York Blade News: "Perhaps more than any other American author in the 20th century, his [Rechy] writings have helped shape the sexual consciousness of several generations of gay men." How has the gay consciousness changed since your early novels? For better or worse?
John Rechy: I marvel at the folks who have brought up all sorts of discrimination cases to the courts and fought and won. They're real heroes. Although we don't see them being invited to ride as marshals or whatever during our ghastly, giddy parades. I do hope my books have contributed to good causes. About gay parades: I think they are entertainment for straight folks. Lots of moms bring their kids: "Look at the gays, Sonny." I think that sort of thing should be left for Halloween or New Year's, and pride parades should be designed with dignity, and I mean all factions, men in leather, yes, queens in drag, yes, all our factions, but all produced with pride, not giddiness for heterosexuals to be entertained or have a chance to laugh at us. In San Francisco, there is an open "fair" once a year where some of the worst excesses of S&M are mimed as tourists gather, watching us whipping, getting whipped, dragged, forced down. Very ugly entertainment for straight people with their cameras to show aghast neighbors, laughing.
FP: On being reduced, historically, gay men were defined as sinners, mentally ill, or criminals. In your essay The Outlaw Sensibility: Liberated Ghettos, Nobile Stereotypes, and a Few More Promiscuous Observations ( 1991 ), you write that adopting the outlaw identity "might lead us into a frightening trap." Please explain.
John Rechy: An extremity of "difference"emphasize "extremity" might veer toward the criminal as quintessential "outlaw." I think Genet is there. Some gay writers have had a fascination with criminals; e.g., Capote, Vidal ( of course Mailer, but he's not gay ).
FP: You've said: "I was always an outlaw except now I want to live." As a Mexican and a homosexual, you navigated two unrelenting worldsthe American class system, which we routinely deny even exists, and the heterosexual dictatorship. Was your first identity as an outlaw tinged with self-doubt?
John Rechy: : No, I didn't think of myself as being easily defined, and I have always rejected self-doubt. As I've always said, I shun "humility" as a fake pose. I wince when someone receiving an award, especially an Academy Award but also the office of president or an honor and dutifullyyes, dutifullymouths the words "I am humbled." No honor, no recognition, no award should humble anyone; it should elevate, not only the recipient but whoever is extending that honor, a grand synergy.
My situation in regard to racial and sexual prejudice is somewhat unique. In Texas, when I was young, discrimination was quite powerful against Mexicans, and, of course, Black folk; but I suppose because my father was Scottish and born in Mexico, I was fair skinned and so could easily "pass" as Anglo. That exposed me to hearing terrible insults about Mexicans that I then rebutted. In the little Texas town of Balmorhea, where I went with two Anglo friends who were, without knowing I was Mexican and poor, "rushing" me for their all-white fraternity. We had dinner at the ranch home of one of my friend's relatives; a rich woman. At dinner, as we were served by the Mexican maid, the relative slapped her silver down until the woman was out of sight, and she announced that the maids had strict instructions they were to disappear as soon as they served. "I just can't eat when they are around" she said. I think that was what "radicalized" me. I got up and told her that I had to leave her table, then.
FP: And then later you wrote about racism for various publications?
John Rechy: My first published writings in the 1950s were about discrimination and the outrages perpetrated. I was writing about racism for the Texas Observer, The Nation, and Evergreen Review. As a gay man, I didn't experience personal discrimination that I remember; but, of course, I was aware of it and wrote a lot about the subject, including for the Advocate and The New York Review of Books, along with very early articles about the mysterious illness AIDS.
Of course, my book The Sexual Outlaw was overtly political in its defense of gay sex, its exposure of vice arrests. I was arrested three times in Los Angeles by vice cops, and I wrote about what happened during those arrests, and after one such article, I was exposed to being tracked by plain clothes cops and assaulted. That sort of thing still goes on but young gay people don't want to know about that part of our history. It seems that many of them prefer to exist in a limbo, where AIDS doesn't happen, where violence is over. Maybe not all young gay males but too many.
FP: You have stated: "The autobiographer is the biggest liar for claiming: This is exactly how it happened. The biographer is the next level down for arguing: I am capable of knowing another's life. The most honest writer is the novelist, who says: This is a lie, a fiction, but I'm going to try like hell to make you believe it's true." Where do you fall, using your own claim?
John Rechy: I believe what I've said very firmly. I'm not saying that the writer deliberately falsifies, although that is true often, but that memory when applied to autobiography is entirely unreliable. Yet autobiography is often accepted and attempted as "the truth." The past constantly changes in our memoriesmemory is a harsh editor. About biography: I read a long time ago Stefan Zweig's biography of Marie Antoinette ( when I was writing my own "Marie Antoinette" novel ), and in one place he wrote that during her marriage night the curtains that enclosed the royal bed did not movemeaning the couple didn't have sex. That stopped me. How the hell did he know that?
I've been moving into a melding of "true" ( i.e., remembered ) autobiography and fiction. In About My Life and the Kept Woman, I melded the twobiographical events and their transformation into "fictional narrative." In my new book, almost finished and titled Island! Island!, I use autobiographical events from years ago when I was a guest at a private island. Within the book itself, the narrator begins writing the novel he may write based on those events. I call it "a true fiction."
FP: You've taught creative writing. Michael Cunningham ( The Hours ) and Kate Braverman ( poet, novelist ) studied with you before their careers began. Care to share memories?
John Rechy: Only this: That it pleases me enormously that my first encounter with their work was in my writers workshop. I recognized how uniquely talented each was. Michael remains a friend, and Kate and I became friends, and we played Scrabble; she was very good, butshe may say otherwiseI usually beat her. Of course, there have been many other well-known writers that have emerged from my workshops. My mate, Michael, who studied with Stella Adler, told me this story about her: In a new class, she was asked what it was like to know that she had "taught/mentored" the likes of Marlon Brando, Meryl Streep, and Robert De Niro. She answered that, yes, her experience with them was good; but that she powerfully lamented those who were equally talented and never made it. Very wise, very sad. I feel the same way. I've encountered in my workshops ( at Occidental College, UCLA, USC, and my private workshops ) hugely talented writers who have not yet "made it." I try everything I can to bring them attention but at times "The Great Stupid Out There" does not budge.
FP: Author/critic Michael Bronski has said about you, "[He] super-radically and forever altered how mainstream American culture wrote about, saw, experienced, and conceptualized homosexuality…"
John Rechy: That's really good, but I don't know how exactly that is so; but I admire Mr. Bronski a lot, and if he said so, then it's true. In the arts, aside from writers, David Hockney, Gus van Sant, others; and, ironically, several heterosexual figures have acknowledged my influence, including David Bowie, Jim Morrison, Tom Waits, Soft Cell, Bob Dylan.
The following pleases me and amuses me: The opening lines of The Village People's iconic disco hit YMCA are clearly inspired by an early chapter in City of Night, where the "youngman" protagonist is directed to the YMCA by, of all people, a cop. The song refers to that, and refers to "youngman" as a compound word. What I like is that that song is routinely sung now at heterosexual weddings. The Village People, unlike the others, have never acknowledged the origins of their inspiration.
FP: You've created a signature style that combines wordsyoungman, sexturf, sexhunting. How did that device come about?
John Rechy: I love words and some words when combined create different meanings. I must say, too, that a big misunderstanding about me that came about from those combined words is that I was not that bright. Can you imagine that?
FP: Mainstream gay America is now about marriage and military service. Progress or is assimilation acquiescence to heterosexual norms?
John Rechy: Wonderful, terrific progress! But also just as much a dangerous, psychic time for us were we risk losing our unique qualities, our differences, our rich sexuality, our gay "sensibility." I hope we will never become "straight imitators." When I hear married gay males referring to each other as "husbands," and lesbians referring to each other as "wives" I wince. I wince when I see the giant white wedding cakes, and the tuxedos. It is offensive to me because it makes it seem as if what we wanted all along were all the giddy and silly trappings of straight marriage. Okay, look, I never celebrated marriage, gay or straight; however, we saw the brutalities that occurred during the AIDS crisis when long-time partners were denied being with their dying partners.
Yes, achieving marriage status is important for us because of the reality of inheritance, taxes, lots of good stuff not possible otherwise. That to me is all that's important about achieving "marriage." Those benefits have an exigent reality. The day before no more marriages would occur in Los Angeles, Michael and I were driving past the judicial building where the licenses were being given out. It was then that we thought, it's important, let's go do it. We were told we were too late in the day, but we managed to charm the lovely Black lady and a Chicana rooting for us, and so they went ahead and gave us the certificate. Then the Black lady said she'd perform the wedding, and, in her impressive robes, she led us to a small room decorated in white for "weddings." Michael and I stood before the lady in her elegant robeand, I hesitate to tell you this because it is so extremely romantic and even sentimental, Michael and I were both moved, very much. Yeah, we held handsshe told us toand kissedbut that wasn't the reason we did it. We did it because, well, yes, it was quite lovely.
And I do hope that being "married" doesn't mean that we will adopt the nonsense restrictions of hetero marriages; like rigorous demands of so-called "fidelity." I'm not sure either that the form courtship has taken among gay men is going to work. I mean, to me, it is unnatural for gay men to date first and get to know each other before they have sex later, if at all. It's more natural for us as gay men to follow the old-fashioned way: Have sex ( protected sex, of course ), don't talk a lot before or during sexthen, if something significant remains after the ( protected ) sex, like good feelings, possible bonds of interest, good conversation, then date each other.
FP: Sarah Schulman has written extensively about "homo-nationalism," coined by Rutgers professor Jasbir Puar in her book Terrorist Assemblages. The phrase means that the benevolence of Western democracies is judged by LGBT advances, namely marriage and military service. She fears assimilation at the big table means LGBT folks will grow less inclined to challenge, for example, if the Iraq Wars were necessary or if the state has compelling interests in allowing religious exemptions to gay marriage. Your thoughts?
John Rechy: I, too, am apprehensive about assimilation, and borrowed celebrations after gay weddings ( giant cakes, balloons, all the props of straight weddings ). I hope we never become "straight-impersonators." I was in the Army, the 101st Airborne Infantry Division. And in the Army gay men were pretty open back in the 50s and 60s. I thought, really, it was a good thing that you could get out of the hated "services" by revealing that you were gay. Of course, you had to pay a price for thatdishonorable discharge, benefits withheld. I'm talking more metaphorically here. Of course, gay people should be able to join the Army, whatever, even be a cop, I guess. I do hope that gay people will always be at the forefront questioning unjust heterosexual authority like the criminal Iraq War waged through lies about weapons of mass destruction. I hope that since we have been the objects of massive injustice, we would be among the first to question it elsewhere.
FP: The labels we choose for ourselves change as our circumstances change. But you don't like "gay" as a moniker?
John Rechy: Now I marvel at what gay people choose to call themselves. "Gays" still makes me wince, and I remember Christopher Isherwood saying that made us sound like "bliss ninnies" and so it does; too late to change that. I am sad to know that lesbians are abandoning their grand designation", the classy designation of "Lesbian." But the worst development is accepting the word "queer." That's crazy. The word is ugly, the meaning is ugly. For gay men I have often suggested we call ourselves "Trojans."
FP: Did you know Gore Vidal? How did you interact with him?
John Rechy: Although people assume I knew Mr. V, I never met him. We "saw" each other twice. In his Paris Review interview years back and in his forward to a book of his essays, he made nasty remarks about me, while having claimed that he never "struck first." He did, quite often. I wrote him protesting his swipes at me, and he wrote back very nearly apologizing; my agent's wife does claim that's the only time he actually did apologize.
When I was much younger, I admired Mr. V., his courage, his essays ( brilliant at times ); but as I learned more about himespecially his view of hustlers, how he underpaid them, his disdain, his chintzinessmy admiration began to wither. His granting all the money from his estate to Harvardnot a cent for legitimate gay causes; e.g., AIDS/cancer research, money to help elder gay men and lesbians. Also, his bullshit about "no homosexuals, only homosexualists, only homosexual acts" was repulsive, his own definition to allow him to continue in the closet, peeking out now and again, then dashing back inin intellectual camouflage.
Responding to my objection to certain homophobic attitudes in The New York Review of Books, he wrote me that he felt the same and therefore would never again write for that periodical. Of course, he continued to write every month or so. What remains, for me, is this: The superb essays, the prose, the wit. Oh, yes, he was mighty arrogant. When he was living in Los Angeles, he got a friend of mine and histhe wonderful writer Gavin Lambertto call me to ask whether I would like to come to lunch with them at his home. It was 11:30 A.M. and he was inviting me to lunch! That was insulting. Of course I didn't go. I have to say that I regret this change in my view of him. I truly admired him, highly, for several decades.
FP: You provided your perspective on Vidal to Tim Teeman for his biography In Bed with Gore Vidal …
John Rechy: I wondered, and said so to Teeman, as did many of Vidal's friends and peers, what underpinned his desire to remain undefined, as not "gay" per se. I found him "fascinating. For all his bravery and courage, which he had in spades, he never came out. He did not want to be identified as a homosexual. In an incredible way he was trying to define homosexuality in a way to fit him perfectly: a mode of never really coming out or this empty bisexuality, which people doubted. He was [uncomfortable] with overt "homosexuality."
FP: At the end of About My Life, you recall how, reluctantly, you wrote City of Nights. Why reluctantly?
John Rechy: I never intended to write about the streets and hustling. What happened was that during Mardi Gras in New Orleans, I went somewhat crazy, booze, pills, sex, and more sex, no sleepand in the madness of Mardi Gras ( as if heaven and hell had opened up and sent everyone out screaming into the dirty streets ), I saw myself sinking, losing myself; for the first time I doubted that I would ever be a writer. I saw a bleakness ahead. I fled back home to El Paso, my mother's house in the projects. There I felt lost, terrified really. I wrote a letter to a friend about the experiences in New Orleans.
I didn't send the letter, I thought I had thrown it away. About a week later I came upon it, and it sounded like a story. I sent it to Evergreen Review and lied by saying it was part of a novel "almost finished." My great editor Don Allen saw through the lie but championed my work. I only then began to write in sections. Slowly, I thought, yes, it could be a novel. But as I wrote it and even now, I often feel a terrible sadness, as if I had betrayed the queens and the hustlers, and the customers. I had lived among them and now was leaving. I do tell myself that as characters they do continue to live. But I am often haunted by memories of the real people that I wrote about, and wonder where they might be; like Miss Destiny, Chuck the Cowboy, Mr. Klein, who were living on the edge.
FP: Your novel Rushes ( 1979 ) profoundly presages the next immediate chapters in the lives of gay men, in some ways on the edge. It mimics NYC's The Mineshaft and sex venues like it during the Stonewall-to-AIDS years ( 1969-1981 ). You had gay men in mind when writing it?
John Rechy: I told the L.A. Times in 1988 about Rushes: "I just didn't aim Rushes at the gay community. In a way we were reaching a dead end…And although I had been a champion of sexual liberation, I had seen some of the bludgeoning of it, some of the dangers that were occurring."
No one can claim to have "foreseen" the invasion of AIDS; no one. But what was happening just before that was the exclusivity of sex, the proliferation of violent sexyes, the Mineshaft. I think there was occurring a bludgeoning of our senses. Nothing was enough. So-called "fisting" became a sexual act. There were the toilets, the filthy bath tubs, slings, imported garbage, jail cells ( how many of us experienced the actual ones ), and much more. Intimate sex with one partner was not enoughthere had to be three, four, five, more and more. In Rushes, the protagonist looking at the orgy downstairs, thinks that what he sees looks like a huge animal devouring itself.
FP: By the late '70s, early '80s, was every aspect of the '60s counterculture devouring itself? Did putting all our energies into sexual liberation only advance or retard efforts of the larger culture to understand gay men?
John Rechy: I think you state it very well. We had reached a dead-end. Nothing was enough, and because of that we were pushing gay sexuality into a place where it wasn't sex any more. It had become, often, pain and humiliation. I'm not talking about our rich proclivity for sex, often called "promiscuity." As long as sex is protected and allows for human contact, that is, feelings, I see no terrible negative.
FP: Was the whole Mineshaft experience an elaborate acting out of Catholic guilt intertwined with internalized homophobia?
John Rechy: I structured Rushes as a Catholic Mass, very carefully. The description of the bar makes it very like a church. The graffiti on the walls correspond to the Stations of the Cross, but rendered as gay pornography. The last station, which is cloudy in Catholic dogma, I turned into a tangle of lines, disintegration. The S&M-er Chas has dialogue that begins with "I believe …"and then I followed the rhythms of the Credo, but, here, Chas is "believing in the rituals of S&M. When the action descends to the lowest level of, yes, the Mineshaft, there is a mimed crucifixionand outside there is gay-bashing. To me the connection with the bloodiness of the Mass and the rituals of S&M are related. I know I've become controversial because of my views on S&M. I talk about that from experience, from my own participation. I see it now as miming not only religious violence ( "As often as you shall do these things in memory of me shall you do them"it couldn't be clearer ), but ourselves enacting a ritual of self hatred, including both the so-called "master" and the so-called "slave"and how often the roles are reversed. Handcuffs, chains, those are the real props cops use on us during arrests, and so we play-act at that. I would never suggest those rituals be "banned" or forbidden as rituals of our oppression, I have always suggested only looking into those rituals honestly. Now I'm not talking about role-playing at control or submission or just wearing leatherI'm talking about the heavy rituals of pain and "slavery" and real humiliation.
Look: A few years ago, there was in Los Angeles a "gay slave auction"with all the trappings, handcuffs, chains, etc. It was raided by L.A. cops. There was this revealing spectacle: Fantasy masters and slaves were handcuffed and carted off to jail by real cops. I've been arrested three times, and I can tell you that real handcuffs and jail cells are nothing to play at. Too ugly, too serious.
FP: Where does all the S&M come from? In his movie Sex Positive, Richard Berkowitzhimself a former hustleropines that NYC's gay sex culture, and other urban centers, had unknowingly absorbed negative tensions about gay sex from the larger culture.
John Rechy: I think that masochism is at the core of the Christian religion, especially since that's what I was as a kid, in the Catholic Church. The main symbol is, of course, Christ on the Cross, suffering, bleeding, dying. But he is also very sexualthe long loin cloth on the almost-naked body, the striated muscles, the beautiful face. And, look: The contortions might even be seen as sexual, "coming." Suffering and sexuality, especially when stupidly prohibited, become paired. It's that suffering ( or coming ) figure that congregants kneel before. Pretty S & M-y, no? And, I do believe that in the name of religion that more outrages than from anything else have been perpetrated over and over throughout history.
FP: You've heldmaybe still holdradical views. When The Sexual Outlaw sold out its first printing you said "public sex is revolution, courageous, righteous, defiant revolution." Still believe that? Or were your words contextual to the times?
John Rechy: Yes, contextual. AIDS changed that, and then so did the computer. Essentially, I still celebrate the richness of gay sexualitycruising, making out, all that, but always, always employing safe-sex. It is frightening to read that HIV instances have become dramatically less among heterosexuals, but that among, especially, young gay men, infection has increased dramatically.
I don't know how that figures with "Internet" meetings for sex. As long as the sex is protected or safe, that would not seem to be a factor in HIV's proliferation.
To deviate: About "sex on the Internet"especially pornit amuses me the number of males who identify as "gay for pay." I think a more accurate description would be "straight for pay." And by that I mean pretending to be "straight." Back in the day [when I was hustling] clients would often demand: "You're not gay, are you?" A bold affirmative answer might very often cancel any arrangement. That, too, of course, is a form of self-hatred, no?
FP: The theme in your novel Marilyn's Daughter is that we cannot run away from ourselves. If we remake ourselves, we start with who were are and then move to whom we wish to be. Are you finally where you want to be? At 83, are you finished?
John Rechy: Finished! You mean through? Ended? Over with? Gone to get my reward? If so, no, not at all. I'm finishing my novel, Island! Island!, deep into another one, and planning a third. My mate Michael, a successful Hollywood producer, and I are closer than ever. He's a miraculous relationship I never sought or expected. It just happened. We live in a beautiful home in the Hollywood Hills. I continue to work out with weights, and although, the word "love" makes me cringe, yes, our wonderful love has endured and grown for, now, for almost 40 years. I sometimes say that instead of committing suicide, I met Michael, and my life changed.
Now, I think a lot about my literary work. I hope that eventually the restrictive labels I've been burdened withChicano writer, gay writer, Los Angeles writer will become simply "writer." I am very proud of my work, its wide range, and I want to see it evaluated on its intended level, as literature. And so who am I now? I'm someone who's lived fully, even when sad, and I am a combination of all I have been. I guess that's a bit of a "lofty" answer, but truly, I've never subscribed to the "finally—discovering-who-I-am" thing—a kind of false epiphany, I think, something that authors are fond of saying they're after. This is a mangled "paraphrase" from Becket; but I'll go ahead and mangle it: "I can't go on, I won't go on, I must go on."
This article is reprinted with permission from the Lambda Literary Review. See www.lambdaliterary.org/features/09/10/john-rechy-on-the-gay-sensibility-melding-truth-and-fiction-and-his-literary-legacy/ .