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The following stories claim to be the autobiography of Nicky, a boy model in the 1960s. The reader will have to decide whether they are fiction or autobiography. In some places, Nicky wrote about real people and real places, almost all of whom (by 2021) are either dead or in hiding. He narrates events and actions which were illegal then and are illegal now, and if you do not wish to read about sex between men and boys, you should stop now–especially if your place of residence has laws against reading such material. None of this material is intended to encourage anyone to break any laws anywhere. You have been warned.

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9. Getting to Know the D.O.M.

By May 1966 I was done with seventh grade and the swim season had been over for more than a month. I ran one of the longer distances for track but I was basically more of a cross-country runner and did not take junior high track (a Spring season sport) very seriously. As usual I was bored, so my teachers again let me test out of the end of the year early. Uncle Ted and I flew out to San Francisco in later May, because he wanted to introduce me to a couple of men he knew there. At the time flying was much more expensive, formal, and slow, with stops in Chicago and Denver. Finally we checked into the Hotel Fairmont, a landmark on Nob Hill–into a suite, no less. Ted never traveled less than first class.

Ted had me pack a variety of clothes. That evening we strolled down to the Town Squire store in Polk Gulch (ta “homophile” neighborhood, as it was said then) and bought me the kind of clothes that would be expected, such as “short shorts,” athletic shorts with a liner (no underwear), and crop top t-shirts, and knit shirts. Wearing those, I would expose lots of leg, mid-riff, shoulders, and arms. Back at the hotel Ted cut the liner out of the shorts, so that my penis rode free (and an erection would be noticeable). When I wore those clothes in San Francisco, I definitely attracted notice. We always took a sweatshirt as well, because San Francisco in May can turn quite cold very suddenly. I never would have worn these clothes in Grosse Pointe–I loved every minute of it.

That first evening, after an early supper we were back up in our suite when Guy Strait knocked on the door. He greeted us very warmly and loved it that I was nude. He was very nice to me: he asked if he could touch me, and of course I said yes. While he and Uncle Ted talked, Guy drew me close on a couch and fondled my penis, and enjoyed my erection very much. He and Ted talked on about cameras and lenses, also the while stroking me and cupping my balls in his hand. Then he said goodnight, and Ted and I turned in early (long day after flying).

The next day after a late breakfast we walked around Nob Hill a little and took a streetcar (I really wanted to ride a streetcar–I was also a 12-year-old doing normal stuff) down the hill and walked over to Guy”s studio at 22 Russ Street in “Minna Alley,” off Market. In those years that area, opposite the Tenderloin, was a tough neighborhood, and a lot of street people lived in the warren of back alleys, including quite a number of homeless youth. Guy”s studio was open to the boys he knew–they could come in and get warm or chill out, use the bathroom, or sometimes shake off someone who was threatening them. It was very nice inside; spare and nicely designed–Guy always had a stylish eye.

Guy was an extraordinary character. I have later discovered things about him that neither I (nor Ted) knew, and that I could escort ankara not have appreciated as a 12-year-old pubescent boy.

I will digress because his story is worth knowing.

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Guy Strait (his real name) was born on March 25, 1920 in Texas. He grew up in a fundamentalist family, the tenth of eleven children. When he was 18, he went on a mission trip to the Yucatan, where he discovered that he liked boys far more than Bibles. This is according to Clifford Linedecker, Children in Chains, 1981. (Hereafter cited as L.) In the 1930s, the Yucatan was considerably more foreign and far poorer even than now, so it is reasonable that the trip made a great impression on Guy.

During World War II Guy served in the U.S. Army; Linebacker says that he subsequently studied at the Chicago Art Institute. Guy tended towards self-aggrandizing talk, and L. as an investigative journalist needed a good story and might in turn accept and report one. L. said that Strait could speak knowledgeably about “Isle de [sic] Levant” (Isle du Levant) and other international gay centers. I remember that Guy did get around and for a while had the money to travel, but he was still inclined to exaggerate. I know he Denmark and Portugal well, because his advice was accurate and helpful when Ted and I later travelled there in 1971.

Guy apparently showed real interest and aptitude for photography from a young age. L. reported that he obtained his first camera when he was 15 years old, a lens-less box with an aperture. He continued his interest in photography while traveling in the Yucatan (where he shot photos of nude native boys, according to L.) right through the Army. Who knows whether Guy really studied at the Chicago Institute of Art? There, elsewhere, or on his own he learned a great deal about photography, equipment, and processing. Guy was always interested in politics and L. claims he campaigned for Eisenhower and Nixon when Guy lived in Texas. I think that is very possible, given the tenor of the times (Nixon was not yet revealed to be a criminal). Sometime in the later 1950s or early 1960s he moved to San Francisco, probably because already it was a “homophile” center and was far more accepting of the outspoken Guy Strait.

Strait organized the League for Civic Education in 1961, and soon began publishing a newsletter. He soon became a community figure: argumentative, energetic, and Texan. He never lost his Texan accent entirely. Guy held his opinions tenaciously and often saw corruption, plots, or schemes were there probably were none (although he saw a lot of those things accurately, to be sure).

His publishing work branched into what he called The Citizen News, and then (simultaneously) the gossipy Cruise News and World Report. Boyd in Wide Open Town called him a “bar activist,” because he wanted to organize his community where he could find it (and he found it in gay bars). He was not inclined to the approach of more diplomatic or gradualist as organizations such as the Mattachine Society or others. When the League tended in that direction nevertheless, he dissented and left it. Strait and José Sarria, a well-known drag queen, organized the Society of Individual Rights (SIR). Guy was shunned by much of the organized homosexual movement of the time, and there was some issues about finances and money that led to some suspicions about him. At some point or other someone called him a “dirty old man.” (Guy was often disheveled.) Rather than be offended, he started to sign his publication name as “D.O.M.”

In the early 1960s Guy began publication of the Lavender Baedecker (Vol 1. No. 1 advertised in January 1964) which sold many copies and seems to have been a solid economic success. This success gave Guy a degree of freedom with some capital, and he soon branched out into photography, his first love, and could begin to produce and distribute his work on a larger scale.

In the summer of 1965 Guy”s first project in porn advertised in The Citizen esenyurt escort News thatr “models of all types are wanted for the new physique magazines HOMBRE! and CHICO (Hombre”s Young Companion) and for private photographers.” In the following months he produced these magazines, L. said, for $2,000. He threw himself into the work, acquired a used enlarger, and began to develop photos himself to meet demand. Soon he “had four people working 18 hours a day turning out black and white pictures.” (L.) By October 1965, Cruise News listed “editor”s assistant: Mike Jackson,” who had been one of his boys. By November 1965, Hombre and Chico were published and available in newsstands under-the-counter. By December the “Gallery of Physique Art” opened by appointment at 22 Russ Street, and Strait ” and and “physique models are wanted” by a photographer in Oakland (Dave Barry or DB Associates). Strait first advertised “D.O.M. Studio” in Cruise News in September 1966; The Male Nude in Art, 3 volumes, 6 photos in each, was advertised in December 1966. Guy was looking for “male models and ex-models under 25, confidential interviews for study of modeling, $5.00 per interview,” in January 1967.

These issues offer fascinating insights into a community of gay men under constant threat of surveillance, disruption, and arrest by the police and other authorities. The personal columns yield many insights: for example, in March 1964 Citizens News noted that “it is illegal to receive mail from George Henderson, Montreal, Quebec.” This was fair warning that postal authorities were recording whomever received mail from Henderson –whose obvious recourse was to bundle his work, bring it through the border under the guise of another publication, and send it from upstate New York. This was the same George Henderson whom I met in 1965 and who touched me everywhere.

In May 1966 Strait led a demonstration on Armed Forces Day (Saturday, May 21) against the military for discrimination against homophiles. This was just a day or two before Ted and I arrived, and is exactly the kind of public activity that would have horrified Ted. Strait had a public profile; nevertheless he was already curating his “Gallery of Physique Art” (“by appointment”) on Russ Street, and regularly photographing boys. He was well on his way to shooting the many photographs, both as the D.O.M. and as Lyric/D.O.M. that have made him famous.

Guy had by May 1966 become friends with Billy Byars, Jr., whom I will write much more about in a later chapter. (Byars seems to have arrived in San Francisco in 1964 and immediately began to photograph boys. It seems also that Terry Stuart was with him, and they were soon joined by Junior, a native of the Bay Area from an extremely well-connected family.)

*****

Back to my experience: When Ted and I walked into Guy”s studio that morning, I had no idea what I was getting myself into, or what kinds of connections my Uncle Ted really had. Upon arrival, Guy told me very nicely but pointedly that boys in his studio were expected to be nude. I was more than happy to oblige, and hung up my clothes next to other clothes on pegs by the door. Guy called into another room, and brought out Mike Jackson and Junior (the same Junior who became a figure early photographs by Lyric Studio, a.k.a. Billy Byars, Jr.). They worked nude every day.

In publications often it is unclear who took which photo: Guy credited Lyric (Billy), but Mike and Junior clearly worked for Guy. They were in charge of producing many reproductions that men around the country (or world) by then had ordered by mail. As I was talking that morning with Mike and Junior, Uncle Ted quietly disappeared to meet with other camera and lens customers. As it turned out he left me with Guy and the boys for two days. We dined with Guy at a small “homophile” restaurant with a table in the back that second night, with Guy”s hand in my short shorts practically the whole time.) I slept with Mike and Junior eskişehir escort in a double bed at Guy”s apartment–lots of sex play for three horny boys. (I am sure that meanwhile Ted was pursuing his taste in Latino boys elsewhere.)

That night was the first of many times that Junior fucked me. Junior first appeared in Jr., Vol. 2 No. 2 (December 1964), so he had to have been known to Guy and Billy since that Fall, at least, when he would have been about 13. Mike Jackson appeared first in Hombre in January 1966, so he must have gotten to know Guy in 1965. Guy wrote

Mike and his family were visiting San Francisco when he was spotted sitting on a bench in Victorian Park [a pocket park near Fisherman”s Wharf], from there the d.o.m. took him over to The Maritime Museum where he sat on an ancient propeller. Then it was time to eat so d.o.m. and Mike went over to Fisherman”s Wharf where again Mike perched on a dockside railing. After dinner the d.o.m. and Mike took the cable car to the studio where the following pictures were taken.

This story is probably true, with slight exaggerations (the cable car). Guy was entirely capable of charming a teenage boy away from his family–his parents may have been happy to place a teenager in the hands of a friendly man who looked (by his own later admission) more like a postal inspector than a pornographer. I am sure that Guy treated Mike very well: he was always polite and respectful of his boys, no matter what he asked or told them to do. It is unclear to me how it happened that Mike stayed on with Guy–Mike may have found a place to live with relatives, or may have taken the ferry into the city (before BART!) from home.

Mike became expert with the camera and may actually have shot quite a number of studio photos credited to Guy. Guy had a way with boys who need a man”s attention and sexual response. I found Guy utterly charming –a bit too charming for my Uncle Ted, who carefully kept control of all the prints and negatives of the photos Guy (or Mike Jackson) took of me. Hence there are very few that remain.

Guy always treated his boys very well, and they were very loyal to him. The boy in Illinois with whom Guy was caught before he was sent to prison in the 1970s was set up by the police, and even came to visit Guy when he was in jail. In testimony to a Congressional committee in the early 1970s, Guy said a lot of true things: boys like to be photographed; they came to him; he helped them get out of bad home situations. He also said that he would never touch a boy younger than 13, which was patently untrue. Guy”s boys ranged from about nine years old up: it really depended on the boy, and boy”s never aged out of his preferences.

After two days in Guy”s studio, playing with Mike, Junior, and other boys who visited (all nude, per Guy”s rule), Ted and I took a trip over to Oakland or Berkeley (hard to tell which, at least to me) to meet Dave Berry. He was a very different character. Dave imitated Walter Kundzicz and Champion but really liked young boys and made sure that their posing pouches looked very full. Dave found boys in Berkeley, mostly at Berkeley Junior High School & High School, or just by hanging around what was already becoming a “scene” in 1963-1964. Dave worked in a studio or another safe setting (such as a boat on the Bay) and very much liked to touch his boys. His trademark “full pouch” look was obviously an erection, so he liked boys who got hard easily and stayed hard for a long time. He did a good deal of nude photography as well, but little of that has survived, although some of what is credited to Jeremiah Brian may I fact be Dave Barry”s work. Once again, my uncle left, so Dave had his way with me, which included fucking me when we were done with the photography. Then I hung around the afternoon and watched him work with another boy (Dave sucked him when they were done) before Ted reappeared, we had dinner together in Berkeley, and took the boat back to San Francisco.

Ted had originally planned to stay longer in San Francisco, but several his customers had recently moved to Los Angeles, so Ted wanted to see them there. Since we would already been in L.A., Guy strongly recommended that we meet Billy, who was by May 1966 in a rented house high above Hollywood. After a week or so in San Francisco, we flew south.

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