Gay Life flourished in Berlin before the Nazis snuffed it out

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Tens of millions of tourists visit the German capital Berlin every year. The city is positively bursting at the seams. Not many years ago, a vast number of Berlin apartments stood empty; these days, a pervasive housing shortage threatens to get worse. Berlin is in. But Berlin is also a projection surface for dreams and desires, a promise of a different, freer, better life.

Now, this Berlin enthusiasm is nothing new. Close to a century ago – as the Weimar Republic was nearing its end – Berlin was already a vibrant metropolis the likes of which could not be found anywhere else in the world.

“The city looks to me like a scintillating gem,” the American dancer and singer Josephine Baker observed.  “These big coffee shops are like ocean steamers, and the orchestras are their machines that resound all over the place, keeping it in motion. The music is everywhere.”

Visitors both German and foreign, such as the two English writers W.H. Auden and Christopher Isherwood, felt almost magically attracted by Berlin – by the city’s great size, by its rhythm, but most of all by its gay scene. “Berlin,” Auden remarked, “is a dream for pederasts.” And Isherwood, years afterward, expressed the city’s fascination most succinctly: “To Christopher,” he wrote, “Berlin meant boys.” Everything seemed possible; everything was possible.

As the capital city of the German Empire (the Second Reich, dissolved in 1919), Berlin was already the home of a multibranched, many-sided queer subculture. In the 1920s, Berlin could offer more than a hundred cafés, bars, and taverns that were mainly frequented by queer people of all stripes.

The writer Emil Szittya remembered a visit to a transvestite bar named “Mikado”: “At the piano sat the Herr Baron Sattlergrün, who however preferred to be called ‘Baroness.’” Another legendary spot was Silhouette, a small, permanently smoke-filled pub that did a thriving business well into the wee hours of the morning. While the guests ate chicken soup, a pale young man, wearing woman’s clothes and accompanied by a blind pianist, would sing melancholy songs; Marlene Dietrich and the composer Friedrich Hollaender were two of Silhouette’s regular customers.

In the evening hours, certain parts of the Tiergarten (the large park in the middle of the city) were turned into gay playgrounds; moreover, there were veritable gay brothels, camouflaged as bathhouses or massage parlors, where men could meet and have sex.

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High school swimmer thrived as openly gay teen

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Ben Quinn was crying at his first swim meet. As he was getting ready to jump into the pool, tears started to swell in his eyes, showing through his goggles. He was four years old and frightened. Officials asked if they should stop him. But his mother did no such thing. She told her son to get into the water and swim.

Quinn is an openly gay high school swimmer in conservative Indiana. And his mother, Stephanie Hoober, has been at his side every step of the way. She’s been coaching Ben throughout his high school career. It is one of the great pleasures of her life.

“My mom and I are really, really close — not like weird close, but we have a pretty good relationship,” Quinn told me. “My favorite memories are putting on Reba McEntire. She’ll cry whenever I turn on a certain song, and she’s also tone-deaf. Listening to her ‘scream cry’ a Reba McEntire song is hilarious to me. I’m not going to lie.”

Quinn has never lied about himself. He came out to his friends in middle school, and instantly wanted to date one of his older sister’s best friends, a high school junior. But mom said “no.” It was their only point of contention.

“I said, ‘I don’t care that you’re gay and want to date a guy,’” Hoober told me. “I care that you’re an eighth-grader who thinks you’re going to go out with an 11th-grader. That’s just not going to happen.”

Quinn says he hasn’t encountered much homophobia in school. Swimmers on a rival team call him “the gay with the nose ring,” but, well, that’s true. Quinn does have his nose pierced, along with both of his ears and earlobes. “It’s just not clever,” Quinn said. “They’ve got to be more creative than, ‘The gay with the nose ring.’”

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