The Velvet Underground
by Susan Stryker, Director, GLBT Historical Society
Queer icon Lou Reed's just-released Ecstasy is his first
CD in four years. The early reviews are calling it his best yet.
Reed first found fame as a member of the
polymorphously perverse avant-garde rock band the
Velvet Underground. Is it mere coincidence that
in1963, the year before Reed's band was discovered by
Andy Warhol, a popular paperback book was published
under the same name, offering a voyeuristic tour of what the author
labeled "the sexual corruption of our age?"
The Velvet Underground -- the book, not the band -- begins when
author Michael Leigh, a foreign
correspondent for a Florida newspaper, notices a magazine ad in a hotel
lobby. The ad
announced the formation of a "new and unusual
friendship club," one in which members could "exchange
strange experiences and discuss the bizarre and
exotic." Leigh naturally thought it was a club for
Americans who traveled the world and wanted to
compare notes on the quirks of those quaint people who
lived in countries with names he had trouble
pronouncing. He answered the ad, little realizing he
was heading into a "velvet underground" of
wife-swappers, corset-lovers, orgy-goers, and
garden-variety bisexuals, gays, lesbians, and
transvestites.
The Velvet Underground would be sheer campy fun -- with
a few interesting historical nuggets on the early
sexual liberation subculture thrown in for good
measure -- if not for the insidious moralizing the
publisher wrapped around Leigh's documentary expose.
The book contains an introduction by one Louis Berg,
M.D., identified on the flyleaf as "a professional
lecturer on topics of psychological interest" who has
"studied abroad." Berg spews some of the most hateful,
perversely twisted anti-queer propaganda I've run
across in a long time. Here's what this "expert" has
to say about homosexuals:
"In America, as in Europe, they frequent the larger
cities where they can assume protective coloring and
where a certain kind of tolerance exists. They have
their own bars and clubs, their restaurants, their
magazines and newsletters. They even have certain
areas of the city where they can flaunt themselves
without interference. But this is not enough. This
ilk is never content to remain prisoners of their own
abnormality. It would seem to be a condition of their
aberrant drives that, as some light-skinned Negroes,
they should 'pass.' And it is here that they
frequently come into open conflict with the law. For
it is as at such times that they attempt to raid the
ranks of the normal.
It is a fact, long established by historians of sexual
psychopathology, through the ages, that decadence in
society leads to desexualization. Let us recall the
fact that in 476 A.D., when the Roman Empire was
falling apart, 50,000 male prostitutes roamed the
streets of Rome. In the more recent past, in Germany,
fermenting under the impact that was to lead to
Hitler's Third Reich -- a monstrosity of a state in
which inverts and perverts were leading innovators and
helped immeasurably to bring it to power -- I studied
the conditions in the 'velvet underground' of Berlin.
I had it on the authority of the then district
attorney of the German capital that more than ten
percent of its population was registered under law
175 as deviates of one kind or another. I visited the
night locales where Lesbians flaunted their warped
love; I danced with transvestites and did not know I
was doing so until I was informed by my conductor; I
sat at tables in special bars where old men preened
and postured and paraded their young paramours. One
café was devoted solely to a clientele of flagellants.
Aside from this I read German daily newspapers whose
advertising columns were filled with thinly disguised
bids for abnormal sexual companions, and these ads
left nothing to the imagination. Weekly and monthly
magazines were published, devoted solely to the
deviate and circulated openly without let or
hinderance. Scattered throughout the country, nudist
camps and locales for sundry forms of abnormal nature
worship did not bother to conceal or mask the
saturnalia of sex. Indeed, the German of Adolf Hitler
would have been the paradise of many who are described
in The Velvet Underground."
That's right, gentle readers. Stray in the slightest
degree from guy-on-top-penis-in-vagina-get-it-over-with-quick-and
DON'T-turn-on-the-lights! sex and you will bring
fascism to America. No wonder queer people revolted
before the '60s were over.
I guess the book didn't have anything to do with Lou
Reed after all.
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