Crime Doesn’t Pay
I have always loved giving public talks. I love the challenge of writing a compelling narrative, and I love the rush of energy I get from an attentive audience who is usually pleased, sometimes even thrilled, to learn something new about queer history.
Occasionally someone approaches me after a presentation with a story to share. Just such a thing happened this past week. I participated in a student-organized panel for Queer History Month and shared stories about researching same-sex marriage in the 1950s, ’60s, and ’70s. Afterwards Ron Dutton, a local archivist of the gay past, approached me.
“I didn’t know you were working on marriage,” he said. “Have you seen the 1957 story that ran in TAB magazine about a gay male wedding that got busted by the police?”
“No,” I said, all ears. “Tell me more.”
“I can’t remember the details, but I have a copy of it in my collection.”
Today I went to Ron’s home, part of which is converted into a massive archive that holds over one million items. Here is the one he shared with me: