On New Year’s Eve of that year, after the Supremes blared on the speakers, men kissed at the strike of midnight as a trio known as The Rhythm Queens sang “Auld Lang Syne.” Undercover LAPD officers unleashed their batons and arrested 14 people on charges of “lewd or dissolute conduct” (six were convicted and forced to register as sex offenders). The court battle and street protest that ensued were pioneering pre-Stonewall episodes in the struggle for gay and lesbian civil rights. The “PRIDE demonstration,” held at Sunset and Hyperion in front of the Black Cat in February 1967, joined linked protests against police brutality across the city.
That spirit of resistance lived on in all the bars that followed at 3909, from the cowboy-themed Bushwacker to the Mexican drag shows of Le Barcito. But Club FUCK! at Basgo’s Disco (which even made an appearance in the 1992 singing nun favorite Sister Act) was its wildest apotheosis. The sticky Sunday carnival of BDSM, piercing, filthy burlesque, and body morphing performance art consistently delivered on what one flier promised as “Boys, girls, go go, S and M, gender fuck, nudity, sluts, spontaneous guest performances, and sweat.” Club FUCK! was where generations and proclivities mixed in the midst of the AIDS crisis, including new school Act Up and Queer Nation activists, old school Tom of Finland devotees, and barely-21-year-old disciples of the Wax Trax! industrial dance sound screeching out of Chicago.
“It was like an organism when it was filled up,” performance artist and Club FUCK! regular Ron Athey told me. “It was a horny space. You would always see people’s transformations. They would come in jeans and a T-shirt the first time and three weeks later they would just be wearing a bare G-string. For people like me who were getting pierced and tattooed and corseted in the ’80s, suddenly we had a stage.”
At Club FUCK!, the Black Cat sin of kissing at midnight had evolved. It was now sex in handcuffs on a bale of hay while Ethyl Meatplow howled about tranquilizers and the utopia of never coming down.
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