The history of oppressed people is always fragmentary. Lights flashed, clouds from dry ice created faux smoke that filled the room and the happiness of perceived freedom was palpable. When we’re out there dancin’ on that floor, darlin’ I watched as mostly young gay men and a handful of lesbian couples, mixed in with a smattering of drag queens, danced without care to a popular song by openly gay and cross-dressing disco artist Sylvester.
