I was living and working in a prominent gay cabaret bar from the early 90’s and I have to say I found this series absolutely excellent. There’s only so far you can go in developing characters in 5 episodes but I found them real and as deep as they needed to be.
it was a time of great fear and sadness. I remember clearly the numbers of gaunt sick young men drinking the nights away in the safety of gay pubs momentarily escaping the horrors of the epidemic. The volunteers shaking buckets by the doors raising funds for the charities emerging to educate snd support our community, The fear and regret of waking up in the morning next to last nights trade wondering if this was the time your luck ran out.
But this was also a time when the words ‘gay community’ really meant something. And I mean ‘gay’ in the widest sense. People mention the absence of lesbians in the series and I wonder if that simply reflects RTD’s personal experience because I remember armies of lesbians organising rotas to support dying young men shunned by their families and in many cases their lovers, cooking, feeding, and driving them to hospital appointments.
There Was a clone scene but that tended to be concentrated in a few cruisy men only bars by the early 90’s and I don’t remember noticeable communities of punks or ‘alternative’ types on the scene at that time as it was mainly men jumping around to light pop music and that includes big old leather queens. Clubs like Trade playing cutting edge dance music came along but the majority of the London scene was made up of a network of pubs large and small, most in the shittiest run down neighbourhoods, boarded up windows looking like Derelict dumps. Yet open the door and a bright loud glitzy world centred around a stage lit with mirror balls bright overdressed drag queens in all their glory ready to distract the audience from the horrors of the real world waiting outside those doors.
the fear and prejudice pumped up by the media didn’t always remain outside our community as there were always plenty of gay men happy to join in the stigmatising of AIDS victims and fake news cost lives then as it does now. I lost friends who refused the chance of taking new emerging meds to prolong their lives long enough for the more effective combination therapy to arrive because of their solid beliefs that HIV was all a big-pharma plot to wipe out gay people. Even when triplecombination was showing all the signs of being an effective treatment there will still people who died because of their false beliefs.
They were for sure, terrible times, all the things mentions in the series I remember - the burning of personal belongings and smashing glasses - I remember those exact things happening. Each of those characters I can place from social groups I knew. It’s so real to me I think it’s something that only a person who experienced those times could ever have written. It’s so relevant for today’s times as well. Those of us that got through those early dark days and survived with our HIV are living with a virus that still kills 3/4 million people a year and yet has never been declared a pandemic. There is still no cure for it but every morning when I take my little pill that keeps the virus undetectable in my bloodstream and untransmissable to others I’m reminded of the countless funerals I attended of friends and acquaintances long gone and the frailty of my own existence. But I also look back whistfully at a time when the words ‘gay community’ really meant something and it included gay men, women, trans folk and even straights. We didn’t sub-divide ourselves as people do now it was, in the main, one community and No matter how marginalised and stigmatised the virus made us in the wider world, we were strong together.
I have cried freely many times over this incredible piece of television but it’s made me remember and as a community we should always remember the horrors but also the strength of a community that largely rose up to the challenge and refused to just roll over and die quietly in a corner.
the scene wasn’t uniform and it was so different in the pre-old Compton street times but it held a community that I am so pleased and proud to have been a part of.
I was too old for queer as folk to mean much to me as it showed a different type of scene that emerged post-AIDS, but I think it’s a sin is incredible and important