With both safe and unsafe sex on the rise, ’89 promises to be the biggest year for libido in ages. This comeback is fueled by the fact that a lot of straights are - not advisedly - convinced AIDS is staying within certain high-risk groups, so they can have any sex any way. Now that it’s been accepted that AIDS isn’t going to be over any time soon, some sort of sex is inevitably making a comeback. But bubbling out from a fundamentally traumatized club scene that assumed AIDS would end sex forever, it’s a rude reawakening.ĪIDS initially made all sex seem lethal, or at best joyless, and among many gays a kind of trench-warfare mentality set in - keep your head down till it’s over.
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Compared to the wildness of past eras - like the revolutionary risk-taking of ’70s hedonism - the current stuff may seem tepid, since it’s usually trapped within late ’80s limitations of health and hygiene. The club crowd - a young, creative mix of gays and straights with varying degrees of racial and cultural crossover - is starting to rebel against repression with little explosions of drunken, guilt-free pleasure. The yearning masses who can’t have the sex they want because of AIDS come together at night and combust in a mood of horny suggestiveness, releasing all that frustrated energy in the ways that spring to mind through a vodka haze.
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Was it only two years ago that fools in little black dresses started lining up at Nell’s for the privilege of being snubbed by other fools in slightly more expensive little black dresses? Now the air is so charged with sexual shock that Karen Finley’s “Ooh, and I never touch her snatch ’cause she’s my granny” - so embarrassing to some in ’85 - is just a narrative slice-of-life, about as scandalous as a Shari Lewis and Lambchop routine.Īll through the clubs, the air is tingling with a raunchiness that’s exciting as a subliminal force, but can turn creepy at the drop of a trou. THREE YEARS AGO, the fabulous 5000 woke up to invites beckoning them to Palladium pajama parties (bring your own teddy bear), Area science fiction salutes, and Limelight “Downtown Divas” musical revues of cabaret singers and chanteuses singing songs like “Since I Fell for You” and “It’s Only Make Believe.” Today, they’re warmly invited to stripathons, fetish balls, “All-Male Emporiums of Flesh and Fantasy” (with “realistic streetcorner action!”), and Lady Hennessy Brown squirting milk from her capacious ta-tas.Ī slight change of mood? Tell me about it.