This reminds me of a time when the Beat poet, Allen Ginsberg hit on me. I had heard he was into Asians, but didn’t think much of it at the time.
Many years ago, I attended an event at the St. Mark’s Church-in-the-Bowery where Allen Ginsberg was doing a reading. I had a 1st edition copy of Howl: Original Draft Facsimile, Transcript & Variant Versions, Fully Annotated by Author, with Contemporaneous Correspondence, Account of First Public Reading, Legal Skirmishes, Precursor Texts & Bibliography that I wanted to have Ginsberg inscribe to me. I also had a book from my Quentin Crisp collection—Quentin Crisp’s Book of Quotations: 1000 Observations on Life and Love by, for, and about Gay Men and Women that I had been having various authors and celebrities with quotations in the book sign for me—Ginsberg had a contribution in this tome and I wanted to have him sign this as well. I might’ve had one or two other books with me. Quentin Crisp was a gay icon. After I saw the TV movie of The Naked Civil Servant starring John Hurt as Crisp when I was in high school, I was impressed by the courage and bravery of the man. Years later I began collecting his books and had the pleasure of dining with him several times. He was incredibly charming and had a soothing voice that was like a campfire that you wanted to sit next to; he was a very stylish little old man that I was glad to have met. Hell, Sting wrote a song about the man.
Anyway, at this poetry reading event, Ginsberg talked about his anal fissures and read his poem, “Sphincter.” He read a number of other poems. After the reading, he was holding court in the middle of the room, talking to various people and saying how he “needed to be the center of attention.” I approached him and asked if he would inscribe some books for me. He lit up and suggested we go over to the bleachers off to the side. He sat on a slightly lower tier and asked me my name. I told him and he began to inscribe the facsimile edition of “Howl.” He took the time to do a drawing (a flower with the word “AH” as he commonly did for people). As Ginsberg was finishing up signing the Quentin Crisp quotation book by his entry, he slowly and casually said, “So ... are you gay or something?” and looked up at me over his shoulder. I told him I wasn’t. He slammed the book shut and with indignation blurted out, “Well, those are some funny books to have!” He pushed the books at me, got up, and stormed off.