Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay, Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away,... Gone from the earth to a better land I know, I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This might be the end of the world. If Joe lost we were back in slavery and beyond help. It would all be true, the accusations tha...t we were lower types of human beings. Only a little higher than apes. True that we were stupid and ugly and lazy and dirty and, unlucky and worst of all, that God Himself hated us and ordained us to be hewers of wood and drawers of water, forever and ever, world without end.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The gay world that flourished in the half-century between 1890 and the beginning of the Second World War, a highly visible, remark...ably complex, and continually changing gay male world, took shape in New York City.... It is not supposed to have existed.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Kirsten: So you're the new public relations man. Joe: Yeah.... Kirsten: What happened to Eddie? Joe: Eddie quit. Kirsten: I liked him. Why'd he quit? Joe: Well, a little matter of personal integrity. Eddie didn't feel that getting dates for potentates was part of public relations. Kirsten: But isn't it? Joe: Well, there's a name for it but it's not "public relations."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Tony Abbott: I didn't know you played a saxophone. Joe Pendleton: Yeah, well, a lot of people don't know it. Even after they ...see me playing it they don't know it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Coming out, all the way out, is offered more and more as the political solution to our oppression. The argument goes that, if peop...le could see just how many of us there are, some in very important places, the negative stereotype would vanish overnight. ...It is far more realistic to suppose that, if the tenth of the population that is gay became visible tomorrow, the panic of the majority of people would inspire repressive legislation of a sort that would shock even the pessimists among us.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Ratso Rizzo: Joe, do me a favor, huh? This is my place, am I wrong? Joe Buck: No, you ain't wrong.... Ratso Rizzo: You know, in my own place, my name ain't Ratso. I mean, it just so happens that in my own place, my name is Enrico Salvatore Rizzo.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
...I discovered that I could take a risk and survive. I could march in Philadelphia. I could go out in the street and be gay even ...in a dress or a skirt without getting shot. Each victory gave me courage for the next one.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »