The former Everard Baths, now a wholesaler. It was sort of like a dirty version of the Horn and Hardart automat. Or, they simply sat there and waited for someone else to stick Gays went into a booth, stuck their business in a slot as if mailing a COD package, and then waited for someone to nibble on it. This nightspot was exactly what it sounded like. (11th Avenue between 21st and 22nd Street)
In the 1950s, it was all about 'necking' in the back seat but in the '70s, the spotlight was on fisting in the back of a large vehicle.
In the West Village in the '60s and '70s, gays congregated in various large vehicles that had been unloaded, as it were, and were left open in the back, poetically enough. Let me bring it all back to you in a pre-Grindr whiff of Poppers and protein. Nowadays, gays have sex in their apartments-sometimes even in beds-but back in the old days, lots of gays went to all kinds of raunchy locales to carry on, from clubs to parks to trucks to bath houses.
