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On Gay History, Or, This Is Not A Stonewall Story

Filed By Guest Blogger | July 15, 2009 10:30 AM | comments

Filed in: Gay Icons and History, Living, Marriage Equality
Tags: drag kings, gay history, gay pride, Gladys Bentley, Groucho Marx, Harlem

Editors' Note: Guest blogger Don Davis is a complex recipe. In a large bowl, add 3 parts curiosity, 1 part "I Wish I Was Sam Clemens", 3 parts geek, 2 parts failed stand-up comic, a dash of photographer, a pinch of itinerant ne'er do well...and fill the bowl the rest of the way with cynic. You can see even more stories at his home blog, "advice from a fake consultant."

me_test_1_thumb.jpgPride Month has come and gone, Gentle Reader, with no comment from this desk.

It’s not that I’m in some way insensitive to the subject; instead it’s more of a desire, once again, to stay off the beaten path.

And in that spirit, I do indeed have a story of Gay History...but it’s not from the Summer of ’69...instead, this story was already well underway before the Summer of ’29.

So put on something très chic and let’s head on over to the time of the Renaissance...because it’s time to meet Gladys Bentley.

As so often happens, I had no idea I would be writing a Gay History (HerStory?) story—and the funny thing is, it’s all Groucho Marx’s fault.

fatso.jpgFor those not aware, Groucho starred in what is now an ancient television game show, “You Bet Your Life”. The basic concept was that the guest would come on and demonstrate a talent, do a little comedic banter with Groucho, and then answer questions for money.

There is a newly released DVD set of episodes from the show, and I was watching the very first episode of the set...and along comes this woman who introduces herself as Gladys Bentley. After a few words, she sits down at the portable piano that was provided, and much to my amazement she proceeds to pound out some of the most amazing boogie-woogie it has ever been my pleasure to watch.

Naturally, a Google search ensued...and that’s when it got interesting.

Gladys Bentley: Harlem's Most Famous Drag King

You see, Gladys Bentley, in 1920s and 1930s Harlem, was the most famous Drag King of her time (yes, Virginia, there are Drag Kings, just as there are Drag Queens)...and all of a sudden, it was time to write a “couple days after Pride Month” story.

The history of early 20th Century Harlem is associated with two notable trends: black migration caused by the gradual desegregation of the neighborhood and the introduction of Prohibition and the speakeasy culture.

“...a costume ball can be a very tame thing, but when all the exquisitely gowned women on the floor are men and a number of the smartest men are women, ah then, we have something over which to thrill and grow round-eyed.”

--“Lady Nicotine”, Geraldyn Dismond Major, describing the “Faggot’s Ball” in her “Between Puffs” column for The Inter-State Tattler, February 1929

BentleyTopHat.jpgFor those unaware, 1920s Harlem was the home of an active gay community, and it was apparently the perfect place for a black woman who once wrote that “even as I was toddling, I never wanted a man to touch me....”. By the end of the decade she had worked herself up from playing rent parties to stardom on “Jungle Alley”: appearing at The Cotton Club and eventually becoming the “headliner-in-residence” at the predominantly lesbian The Clam House (the entendre being entirely intentional).

It is reported that there was a surprising amount of integration on Jungle Alley—of multiple kinds—which helped Gladys Bentley soon became the darling of the white, black, gay, and straight social sets. (Langston Hughes even modeled a character in the play Little Ham after her.) Her ability to write and perform some of the bawdiest lyrics ever while “working the room”—especially the ladies--kept The Clam House packed...and it set her up for an even bigger gig to come.

Connie’s Inn, another famous speakeasy, had closed, and in its place was the Ubangi Club. To “kick things up a notch”, as it were, the new management not only hired Bentley, but provided for her an entire chorus line of “pansies”; the combination of the effeminate male chorus line and the female butch headliner forming a sort of gender-bending fugue that that came together in elaborate stage shows produced by the likes of Leonard Harper.

Eventually she moved over to the Mad House, performing under the stage name of Barbara “Bobbie” Minton...which, before long, caused the club to change its own “stage” name to Barbara’s Exclusive Club in her honor.

She recorded music as well, first in the late 1920s, for OKEH records; some of that music can be heard today by visiting just the right websites.

Bentley Ties The Knot(s)

Eventually...Miss Bentley became a Mrs....more than once.

“A friend, visiting her, pointed inquiringly at two pictures on Miss Bentley’s dresser...

“Who are they?” the visitor inquired innocently.

“Oh” Miss Bentley replied “That’s my husband (pointing to the male) and that’s my wife.”

--From The Third Sex By Albert Duckett, in “The Chicago Defender”, March 2, 1957

Bentley’s first marriage—to a white woman, in Atlantic City—was reportedly covered in the society pages of the New York papers. Bentley also reports that there were two marriages to men, in later years, both ending in divorce—a topic to which we will return later.

All of this came to an end as the Depression deepened, and in 1937, less than five years after she had moved into a Park Avenue apartment she moved out to Los Angeles to live with her mother.

monas440.jpgWorld War II revived the gay scene on the West Coast, and Bentley was able to find work at bars such as the San Bernardino Club and Joaquin’s El Rancho in Los Angeles and Mona’s Club 440 in San Francisco (“Where Girls Will Be Boys!”), along with other artists such as Miss Jimmy Reynard and Miss Beverly Shaw.

(Fun Fact: Some sort of club has occupied the same location as the old Mona’s right up to this very day, and if you find yourself in San Francisco you can visit Apartment 24, the current occupant of the spot (the website tells us to “think of classic age rock star David Bowie's over the top apartment in the 1960s....”).)

Bentley's Gender Bending Presentation

In 1945 World War II came to an end...and not long after that, so did the “gender-bending” phase of Gladys Bentley’s life.

“I thought that nought is worth a thought,
And I’m a fool for thinking.”

--From The Chant of the Brazen Head, Winthrop Mackworth Praed

Before we proceed further, a few words about the public ”presentation” of homosexuality.

If you read media accounts from the 1930s—and later--that deal with gay issues, one thing that will become quickly apparent is the way the gay lifestyle is presented as an aberrant condition. You will likely also note the admonitions that a gay person must be suffering from internal torment, and unable to live a happy life.

Here are a couple quick examples:

“...Dr. Berger reasons that 99 out of any 100 Lesbians are successful in hiding their strange sex habit...

...Since it is easier for a woman to hide the fact that she is sexually cold than for a man to hide the fact that he cannot satisfactorily perform functions expected of a normal husband...

--From The Third Sex by Albert Duckett, in “The Chicago Defender”, March 2, 1957

“...still, in my secret heart I was weeping and wounded because I was traveling the wrong road to real love and true happiness. I could not find them in the cruel, unusual world of my strange private life.”

bentley11a.jpgThat second example is from an August 1952 “Ebony” Magazine article written by Gladys Bentley, I Am A Woman Again.

In the article Bentley renounces her entire life...and in doing so she paints a portrait of a woman who would have been a whole lot happier if she would have had the freedom to just be herself.

She describes a childhood that was spent mostly alone, parents who tried to “fix” her gender confusion by making her dress in something other than her brothers’ attraction to her teacher that she did not understand...and what she herself portrays as “extreme social maladjustment”.

Even then there was a feeling that you could cure “Teh Gay”, and as a child Bentley’s mother “began to take me from doctor to doctor...”; an effort to which Bentley herself would eventually return.

"I Hated Sailors at the Time"

Fast forward again to post-1945...and the time she married a sailor.

“Don” was a friend-of-a-friend from San Diego via San Francisco who was told to introduce himself to Ms. Bentley if he should happen to find himself in Los Angeles...which eventually happened.

Despite the fact that “I hated sailors at the time” because of their aggressive nature they began to spend a great deal of time together—so much so that she began to introduce him as her brother.

“One day, I told Don all about my life. I admitted to him that he had me very confused because I couldn’t understand what I was doing letting a normal man pay attention to me.”

In the midst of tremendous anxiety about the future of their relationship (what with Don being the accepting type and all, they had decided to marry), she decided to visit another physician, to whom she announced the news of her impending marriage.

““That’s just what I wanted to hear” the doctor told me. “Now I can tell you what I’ve known for a long time. Your sex organs are infantile. They haven’t progressed past the stage of those of a fourteen-year-old-child.””

The solution? Injections of female hormones, three times weekly.

(There are those, notably Eric Garber, who question this account.)

“The treatment was expensive but it was worth every penny it cost.”

Fast forward to two lines later in the story:

“Even though our marriage did not last...”

Eventually Bentley began to study religion seriously, and she was in the process of becoming an ordained minister at the time of her 1958 appearance on the episode of “You Bet Your Life” that was the genesis for this story in the first place.

(Another Fun Fact: An 11-year-old Candice Bergen appears as a contestant in the second half of that same episode.)

From Groucho Marx to Gladys Bentley

bentley8643b.jpgIn one way, Gladys Bentley’s story came to an untimely end just two years later, in 1960, when she died from influenza...but in another, more profound way, the story remains unresolved to this day.

It is, after all, still impossible for most same-sex couples to marry—and the Federal Government has yet to acknowledge the legal marriages that have occurred.

And those who do choose to carve out a different gender role for themselves, as well as those who are merely “committing the crime” of being gay are still ostracized by many in the larger society, even to the point that “God Hates Fags” has become the rallying cry for a weird and twisted church.

That said, the story is moving in the right direction...Prop 8 notwithstanding...with several states now granting to same-sex couples the right to marry—and the LBGT community gaining more and more political power all the time (can you say gAyTM?).

The remainder of the Obama Administration promises to be an exercise in...well, we’re not sure: will the Administration live up to the Candidate’s promises—or will the LBGT community find itself feeling the same way vis à vis the Democrats as the “teabag” community (not that one...the other one...) feels about the Republicans: taken for granted while at the same time lacking better options.

So how’s that for a “not Pride Month” story?

History that stretches back more than 40 years before Stonewall...great music...a bawdy personal life...repression, regret, and recriminations...and in the end, an Administration that is having to face up to the demands of those who seek more equal treatment.

And all of that...because of Groucho Marx.

WARNING—Self-Promotion ahead:

I am competing for a Netroots Nation Scholarship, and I was not selected in either the first or second rounds. There is one more chance...and while I’m not inclined to use the “hard sell”...I guess I will today.

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I'd like to point out that Don isn't a member of the LGBT community - and is, in fact, one of the straight people I've considered bringing on as a contributor.

Since I know his post will be of special interest to the trans community, please keep in mind that this is a teachable moment. While Don has sometimes mixed sexual orientation and gender identity, I give him kudos for picking an African American transman as his historical interest. That alone is a step in the right direction.

Anyone want to add to the story or flesh out some of the presentation issues and how they relate to today's climate?

Don, thanks for this wonderful look at a notable person in our rich and colorful history. Too many people today believe that it all started with Stonewall.

gregorybrown | July 16, 2009 10:05 AM

I've worried lately that too many folks don't see any history earlier than HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL....

you can actually "sell" older music to a new audience...through the concept of sampling.

i've heard mocean worker base a song on duke ellington, i hear al green regularly as a sample in new work, and the "verve unmixed-remixed" series of albums has brought people like shirley bassey and hugh masekela to a new audience as well.

wanna sell the high school musical generation on music appreciation? quiz the kid in your life and see if they can name the source of the samples in the songs they hear everyday...then play 'em some lily allen or amy winehouse or sharon jones and the dap-kings, and the next thing you know you're talking about motown, then ray charles and ike turner and quincy jones...then boogie-woogie and be-bop...

Wow. This is an amazing story. I really hope to hear more about it from you and I will go looking for more on the subject. Great post.

Brynn Craffey Brynn Craffey | July 15, 2009 1:38 PM

Don, thanks for writing about this extraordinary person! (I'm avoiding gendered nouns because I don't presume to know which to use.)

An amazing talent, despite the hardship and pain.

first, thanks to all for the kind words...and let me take the questions as they came.

this story needs to be expanded, but i have a problem of running long, and this was already out past 2000 words, which tends to lead to reader fatigue, which is why i did not try to engage in that analysis.

i did try to get some comments from others that i could incorporate into the story, but i was not successful in that affort.

now i was a bit challenged with gender identification and sexual orientation...but i get the impression that gladys bentley was as well, and that a lot of the personal pain in this story was related to the inability to resolve those issues in a way that worked for gladys bentley.

i'd like to expand this story as well, and one area of interest for me is how many other cities had such a vibrant culture pre-1950.

"an amazing talent, despite all the hardship and pain"

isn't that always the way?

Thanks for this post! I grew up in New York City in the 50's and 60's. I was too young to go to clubs or bars while i was growing up. But I do remember one night, in the early 70's, driving home up to the Bronx. We were stopped at a traffic light near some buildings. All of a sudden we looked out the car windows and saw at least a dozen men, dressed as women, come out of one of the buildings. I remember thinking that this was just another unusual sight you see in Manhattan. Maybe it wasn't really unusual, but I was naive back then and not very knowledgeable about such things.

it's astonishing, considering the degree of (kind of accepted, and kind of underground) freedom that existed in new york city in...say, strong the backlash was just before and just after ww II.

serving to people who "appeared" to be gay was verboten, public handholding was grounds for arrest, the hangouts of the gay community were no longer a place for upscale "slumming", as it were, and we see to this day a particularly strong resistance to acknowledging same-sex marriage rights in the state.

it's hardly unique to new york, and in some parts of the country there was a somewhat parallel movement towards racial repression that was also taking place...but i have to say it opened my eyes to see the movement toward greater freedom in this country--on several levels--is more often not something that progresses in a linear manner, but instead something that flows in waves.

For more on the prewar queer culture(s) in New York, I very, very highly recommend George Chauncey's Gay New York. I read it for a class this past semester and found it incredibly accessible and entertaining, regardless of whether you have a scholarly background in LGBT history.

emily is dead on in recommending this book...and those who might want to "preview" the book can do so right here, courtesy of google books.

Thanks for sharing the story of Gladys Bentley! I'm listening to Gladys' wonderful music now.

first things first: thanks for the kind words, and i'm glad you liked the story.

i love her stuff--and just as an fyi, i noticed several pictures of gladys bentley and louis armstrong together in my research, suggesting that as armstrong was out performing with his "hot five" and "hot seven" groups bentley was in the room on a regular basis...and they both recorded for the same record company--okeh.

i wrote a comment that is awaiting moderation--because sometimes i'm not so smart about logins--that made the point that gladys bentley and louis armstrong's "hot five" and "hot seven" bands were physically associated, being that they frequently played on the same bill, and that they were also associated by virtue of the fact that both were on okeh records at the same time.

What an extraordinarily well-told story.

I tried doing the voting deal, but it's already closed. *sigh*

Great story written very well indeed. Thank you, Don.

you have found the disadvantage of posting on the last day of voting...but i thank you nonetheless for heading over there to vote.

need a laugh? i provide some technical analysis regarding the problems with political robots in this story i just posted at my home blog.

Mary Hayes | July 18, 2009 2:55 PM

I hope Bil does bring you on as a regular poster -- great job!

As with a lot of history, it's mostly a few, though undeniably important, highlights that get 90% of the attention, and I'm glad you decided to write outside the historical box.