Lawyer/
mobster extraordinaire Roy is the kinda guy
who makes you want to hide your eyes and hang your head, and mumble
"Ohmigawd, say it isn't so. He can't have been gay."
Roy probably about 1980
Well, kiddies, he was. His father was a big time judge and Democratic
politician. With that start, Roy became a big time Republican and
persecutor of gay men even as he surrounded himself with the choicest
morsels of male flesh in America and Europe and even the southern
hemisphere in private. Roy did not just have gay tendencies; he was a
screaming faggot. He began his career by being instrumental in putting
Ethel and Julius Rosenberg to death. It was downhill from there.
This aide de camp, make that "to camp," for Senator Joe McCarthy
was an attorney for McCarthy during the famous hearings on perverts and
communists in Hollywood, in the arts, and in the State Department in
the 1950s.
Also serving as aides were none other than
Robert Kennedy and Roy's beloved of the moment, the wealthy and
hunkish, at least to Roy, G. David Schine. Davey is just too obvious to
make the boyblue
tabulation of the Roy's whores. There were no lovers, although there
was the Aramis man and assorted other passers through. But those are
other filthy stories I'm sure surfers wouldn't care to have aired here.
Roy with his lover G. David Schine and his mentor, Joe McCarthy Army-McCarthy hearings, 1954
Do not think the efforts of Roy and his
cohorts to jail gay people were hypocritical; it was just what one did
in those days, especially if one was Roy Cohn. He was also one of the
most corrupt, opportunistic, and powerful and influential men in New
York and Washington for a good while. He had ties to the mob as well as
to the political and business aristocracy of America, not always
different people. Among his high-profile law clients were Mafia boss
Carmine Galante, Roman Catholic Cardinal Francis Spellman (a member of
the club himself and no mean sleaze ball either), jet-setter Bianca
Jagger, artist Andy Warhol, the designer Calvin Klein, and real estate
executive Donald Trump. Si Newhouse, owner of just about every
newspaper in America, was also a close buddy and client from childhood.
He dated Barbara Walters in his youth (whatever did those two do?) and
even spread gossip they would marry. Then there was soulmate/client,
the queen of the IRS herself, Leona Helmsley, and the list goes on.
Cohn was a power-broker of the first rank. He said he always
regretted being gay because it kept him from being president. So there
is reason to be thankful he was a fag.
I don't know that there ever was only one man for Roy, even
for fifteen minutes. The best candidate for lover of Roy would seem to
be Richard Dupont, the semi-literate owner/operator of the Big
Gym/Whorehouse in Greenwich Village in Manhattan. Roy eventually did
Richard in financially and otherwise and tossed him aside, like he did
everybody else.
Dickie, poor soul, wasn't too bright even if he was overly
beautiful at one time. What Roy hadn't counted on was that Dickie was
also a vengeful cunt. Dickie painted the sidewalks outside Roy's ever
so expensive but shabby Upper East Side townhouse with little
endearments like, "Cohn is a fag." Ya gotta hand it to the guy for
dodging every means Roy could come up with to stomp him out. None of
this ever got reported because Roy was intimate with and supplied
intimates to some of the most powerful people in New York. His 50th
birthday party was a huge bash at Studio 54 with all the customary
accoutrements that implies. Steve Rubell, disco diva and hustler pimp,
was naturally best buddies with Roy. Roy was a basement regular at
Studio, of course, where the elite met their meat and played in the
snow.
Now we come to the real sad part of the story, which I just
love. Roy gets real sick, probably from all those nights in that damp
basement. The most expensive New York doctors can't figure out what's
wrong. Just ta show you what a gay trendie Roy was, it is now known
that he was one of the very first guys to get AIDS, which makes a lot
of sense if you think about it. It killed him, probably the only decent
thing that disease has ever done. Roy had the best treatment on earth
then available. He assumed that since he had endless money and
connections, he would get The Cure the instant it became available and
that he could even speed up that process for himself and a handful of
friends. Since money could buy anything, he had no doubts he would soon
be well. He wasn't. He died quite dead in the 1980s only to be
revivified in books, plays, movies, and by boyblue.
After Roy reached the terminal stage of AIDS, a vengeful Dick
Dupont showed up with a bouquet of wilted flowers beside Roy's
deathbed. Roy was not pleased. I dunno if Roy was even capable of
loving Dick at one time, but boyblue sure wudda been. Dick obviously had class and style.
A surfer reminds me that Peter Fraser
was the supposed man in Roy's life at the time of Roy's heart-rending
passing. So I finally dredged up a pic of Peter. He was said to be a
gorgeous young New Zealander. Frankly, I don't think he's all that
cute. But like I say, ya just never know what these world famous types
will go for when they can take anybody to bed. Just makes no sense.
Roy always had an entourage, so boyblue
is determined not to believe this was true selfless love on anybody's
part. It was just case of a gold-digger lucky enough to be present in
the last days of a rich ego maniac who could afford not to die with his
needs unattended. Peter is apparently still alive somewhere. Since Roy
presumably died broke, owing the IRS seven mil actually, poor Peter
could be anywhere, unless he found a stash of cash in Switzerland or
something. Who knows?
Roy at home characteristically waving something, in this instance the flag, 1986
I once saw a pic of a boatload...yacht load, rather, of
well-endowed candidates for the Roy Cohn slot. Roy's yacht, naturally,
with Roy aboard, and I don't mean the yacht. I mean the yachtload
aboard Roy...whatever. We're looking for those boys who had a longer
term relationship with Roy, however, not just a summer long group orgy.
I think Dickie's our man, but I'm open to suggestions. Certainly Roy
was. He and a wealthy Los Angeles doctor used to swap muscle boys
across the continent for the evening. It is rumored he did the same
with J. Edgar Hoover. Cohn did have a certain style about him,
arrogant, tasteless boor that he was. Meanwhile surfers, I need fun
pics of the Dupont stud, maybe in a posing strap with a handful of
wilted daisies. Extra points, of course, for no strap.
