A Publicity Still from the I Love Lucy Show

St. Mary’s Hospital, November 1986

Flash fiction, LGBTQ, Mental Health

I drift across the day room and settle on a couch in front of the
television.

Lucy and Ricky slug it out in the gender wars of the 1950’s.

“I juss wan’ choo to be ma wife, Loosy.” Ricky croons; and Lucy
is, with all the weaponized femininity she can muster.

My doctor arrives.

He’s an arrogant middle class man who tells me I define
myself by pain; that I just lost two friends to a virus killing
everyone I know is incidental.

No one in his world is grieving the death of fags.

In his world, fags are cautionary tales on the evening news: I am
what happens to perverts.

“You moof from walla pain to walla pain,” he says, with a vaguely
German accent.

I want to shove my fist through his skull, but I widen my eyes and
agree like a good little Lucy putting the hit on Ricky for a new
hat.

I just want to get out of here.

I will suck up to the staff like a five-year old who knows he’s cute.

I will swallow their pills and get fat on hetero-sexist sanity.

I am smart enough to stop trying to force them to act behave like
they care.

Animated Gif from the I Love Lucy Show in which Ricky tells Lucy that he's the man and she's the woman and she does what he says
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In 1986, HIV was spreading quickly;  by the end of that year, 11,932 people, most of them gay and bisexual men, had died from AIDS.  

Rob Goldstein (c) 2018 All Rights Reserved

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22 thoughts on “St. Mary’s Hospital, November 1986”

  1. I loved the poignant nature of this.
    Young people these days do not know the grief, the fear, the terror of what AIDS was like. In some ways it’s good, because patients are living longer, healthier lives and some normalcy has come. But, in the same turn, they are less responsible because of it. Recent visit to my gyno included a dialogue I won’t write, but it echoed sentiments here. When it’s not happening to people you love, it’s almost like it’s not happening. We could say that about so many things, and who are we to measure pain?

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    1. I watched ‘Pride’ last night. The movie was a bitter sweet experience. ‘Pride’ is about the alliance forged between gay activists in the UK and Welsh Miners who went on strike 1984. The gays in the film are all young people and their leader Mark Ashton is passionate and uncompromising gay liberationist. He convinces other gay activists to support the miners because they share the same struggle against the same oppressive forces. His character reminded me so much of the men I marched with in the 70’s and early 80’s. The film closes with the Miners Union joining the 1985 gay pride march. Mark Ashton was diagnosed with AIDS on January 30, 1987 and died 12 days later of Pneumocystis pneumonia. He was 26.

      That’s the way it was. Some of our most courageous leaders died first. Most people don’t think of ‘activists’ as soldiers, been when you decide to put your life on the line for a cause that’s what you are.

      See ‘Pride’ if you haven’t.

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      1. I’ll definitely save this.

        Also– Yes. “‘activists’ as soldiers, been when you decide to put your life on the line for a cause that’s what you are.”

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  5. I lost a favorite cousin around that time. He and I were so close as “tweens”. Everything was “hushed” when he left home. Nobody discussed anything. Eventually I learned he died from aids around Key West…
    I’m sorry for this dreadful memory, Rob. Great big hug.

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    1. Thanks Teagan. Yep, everything was hushed. This is all part of the history. Successful social movements are made by everyday people. Those of us who came out in the 70’s were destined to be tested by something. In the end, we prevailed, and that’s in the history too. But the fight is not over. 🙂

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  6. Horrid doctor..how did he qualify…dreadful days, I lost some good friend to aids…I did not even know they were gay and had the illness…things were not open in those days.

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    1. That doctor? He was typical. In 1986, HIV was killing the men who were in the forefront of the Gay Liberation Movement. If you did not live in the Gay Communities of New York and San Francisco, AIDS was not real. By 1986, I was in a constant state of anxiety and was hospitalized a few times. The doctors diagnosed me as bi-polar, of course, I wasn’t bi-polar; I was dissociative and suffering from a fresh grief reaction. I tried to explain how it felt to live in the community targeted by HIV and he said, “Oh!…You feel like you’re losing a community!”

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      1. I used to facilitate a Survivors Poetry Group – the survivors being those who had survived the mental health system so I heard a lot of stories about doctors, especially psychiatrists, who should never have been allowed within a mile of a patient. Glad to hear your stitching your memoir. It will be a fascinating read.

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