Stonewall

It was common practice in the 1960’s for police to enter known gay establishments just to harass, and arrest its patrons. The names of the arrested were published in the newspapers the next day. This public humiliation often destroyed the lives of the gay men involved. On the hot summer night of June 27, 1969 the gay community of New York’s Greenwich Village was mourning the death of Judy Garland at a gay bar called the “Stonewall Inn”. When the police came to harass them a small group of drag queens decided to fight back by pelting the police with rocks, and pennies from nearby broken city meters. Their defiance sparked mass street demonstrations over the next several nights, and marked the beginning of gay, and lesbian rights organizations. The riot that night at the “Stonewall Inn” was the night that fagots began to fight back………

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Hell was rapidly breaking loose by the time Tony and Brian reached the main floor of The Plaza. The expanded number of angry protesters outside of the five star hotel had commenced to pelting the Gazebo’s glass partitions with empty beer cans, and bottles. The Plaza had gone to plan “A”, full terrorist attack mode. Its lobby was emptied, guests were confined to their rooms, and the shops were closed with non-security employees barricaded inside. Emergency generators that supplied light, communication services, and water were revved up, as were Tony’s security who stood at the ready to protect the hotel’s guests.

“Brian, where the hell have you been?” Michael met his friend at the Gazebo restaurant’s entrance.

“Where’s Justin?” Brian scanned the room of terrified young partygoers who were now huddling together in the middle of the dance floor.

“This gathering is in violation of city code number 238, serving alcoholic beverages to minors.” The first arresting police officer announced. “Mr. Kinney you’re under arrest, please place your hands behind your back.”

More bottles smashed against the glass wall as Jennifer pushed her way over to Brian. “Where’s Justin?” The frantic mother asked.

“I don’t know!” Brian continued to scan the room.

“Fuck you, and your codes. This is Stockwell’s doing. YOU spiked that punch yourselves. Get the fuck off my property, and take your inbred family members outside with you!” Tony barked at the cop.

“Mr. Massey you’re under arrest for interfering with an officer of the law. Please place your hands behind your back. ” The cop ordered then placed his hand on Tony’s shoulder.

That was McDonald’s cue. Tony’s head of security moved forward, and attacked the arresting officer. Another policeman came to the arresting officer’s aid, which prompted more of Tony’s security to take action. Instantly a full fledged brawl ensued. At that same time one of the glass petitions of the Gazebo caved in under the pressure of a steel garbage can that had been thrown by one of the demonstrators. The drunken mob outside was now climbing the fence, and headed for the now opened ballroom.

“Hurry, everybody to the kitchen! Get the kids to the kitchen area!” Brian remembered Tony’s plan, and rushed over to direct the terrified teens.

“Dear God where’s Justin?” Jennifer wailed.

“I’ll find him!” Brian promised.

Brian happened to look back at the front door amidst the pandemonium. Lights from the tops of Pittsburgh police cars could be seen flashing as more of Stockwell’s boys arrived on the scene. Instead of coming to the aid of the teens in the Gazebo the officers proceeded to draw their nightsticks, and join in on the assault on Tony, and his outnumbered security guards. Tony’s white dinner jacket was now covered with blood. For a split second Brian’s mind flashed back to the white silk scarf he had worn to Justin’s prom. Christ, where was Justin? Where the hell was the state police? The red-necks were entering through the shattered glass wall. Everything was happening all at once. “Take care of the kids. Keep them moving!” Brian finally yelled to Michael, then charged to Tony’s rescue.

“STONEWALL!” Vic started the battle cry, and ran from the kitchen with his meat cleaver raised.

“Uncle Vic!” Michael tried to stop him, but it was too late. The older man went charging toward the group of red-necks that was now inside of the restaurant.

Debbie picked up a knife, and went to help her brother dragging Emmett along who was failing in his attempts to stop her. Ben, and Ted continued to hurry the teens to the safety of the kitchen area as the bat waving red-necks surged forward. “Kill those fucking fagots!” The drunken mob yelled.

“What the fuck are we doing?” Cody Vale cried out. “We have to help them. Pick up something, and fight back!”

“FIGHT BACK! FIGHT BACK!” Word spread quickly among the prom dates. “STONE WALL! STONEWALL!” They picked up Vic’s battle cry.

The boys in their tuxedoes, and the girls in their prom dresses joined forces with the PFLAG moms, the meat cleaver slinging cook, and his wild sister Debbie, Tony’s security, and Justin’s two princes. The outnumbered, but enraged teens left the protection of the kitchen area, and headed toward the bat wielding mob with table legs, steak knives, and anything else they could get their hands on. At that same time a little red Toyota Celica screeched to a halt in front of the Gazebo restaurant. Justin dashed out of his car, and through the police line followed by a legion of furious fags who had followed their former young king from “Babylon”. Moments later a battalion of leather clad reinforcements from “Meat Hook” pulled up on their Harleys to wage a rear attack on the red-necks, and the cops who were now overwhelmed, and surrounded inside of the Gazebo restaurant.

“This is Sylvia Perez reporting to you live from The Plaza hotel where tonight violence erupted at its Gazebo restaurant against teens who were attending Pittsburgh’s first gay prom. Among the injured is the prom’s organizer Brian Kinney, and millionaire entrepreneur Anthony Massey, owner of The Plaza hotel chains. As you can see the glass petition of the popular Gazebo restaurant was shattered where according to eye witnesses an angry mob was allowed entrance to attack the young couples.”

“Sylvia, we’d like to transfer over to “Sacred Mary” hospital where mayor Stockwell has arrived, and is about to make a statement.” The television anchorman cut in.

“This is truly a tragic day.” Stockwell began his address to the television cameras, and family members that were gathered outside of the overflowing trauma center. “I want the families of the injured children to know that this office intends to prosecute all parties involved including Mr. Kinney, and Mr. Massey….”

“WHAT ABOUT THE GODDAMN COPS!” A voice in the crowd yelled.

“The police were carrying out the law by arresting the adults who were serving alcohol to minor children.” Stockwell defended his boys.

“That isn’t what witnesses say!” A reporter called out. “Eye witnesses claim that it was the police who spiked the punch with alcohol, and that the police allowed the teens to be brutalized by the angry mob.”

“YEAH!” Others in the outraged crowd agreed.

“I don’t believe that for one second. However I assure you that there will be a full investigation. Thank-you.” Stockwell abruptly ended his brief news conference.

Tony, and Brian’s gurneys laid side by side in treatment area one of Sacred Mary’s emergency room. “Fuck!” Brian slowly reached his hand up, and touched the stitches above his swollen shut left eye. “That’s going to leave a scar.” he said.

“Don’t worry, I know a plastic surgeon in Chicago.” Tony rubbed the side of his own swollen face.

“Son-of-a-bitch, I knew you had work done.” Brian said.

“Ouch, don’t make me laugh. It hurts.” Tony wrapped his arms around his bandaged mid section.

“In that case I should come over there, and tickle your ass.” Brian chuckled. “Ouch!”

“This is all your fault. You and your goddamn prom. I’m going to sue your ass if I live.” Tony tried to get comfortable on his cot.

“Go ahead, and sue me. You can have my unemployment checks. Shit, my back is killing me!” Brian winced in pain.

“What unemployment checks?”

“The ones I’ll be getting from Vanguard if I survive. NURSE WHERE’S MY FUCKING PAIN SHOT!” Brian called out.

“Will you shut the fuck up! There’s sick people here.” Tony said.

“That’s easy for you to say. They already gave you your morphine.” Brian pointed out.

“Of course they did. I’m Anthony Massey.” Tony said smugly. “I’m on the board of trustees of this motherfucking hospital.”

“So this is what health care is like when you’re poor.” Brian closed his one good eye.

“Brian.”

“Yeah.”

“Have you ever thought about starting your own agency?” Tony asked.

“What?”

“How hard did those cops tap you on that hard head of yours? Have you lost your sight, and your hearing? I asked if you have ever thought about starting your own advertising agency.” Tony repeated himself. “After all of the lawsuits I’m going to depend on my “Justin” men’s toiletry line to help pay off some of my debts, and I’m going to need the golden boy of advertising to sell it for me. What do you say?”

“If you can get me some morphine you have a deal.” Brian said.

“NURSE!” Tony called out.

Justin peeked his head behind the curtain of treatment room one. “Hi.”

“Hi baby.” Brian smiled.

“Hi princess.” Tony purred.

Justin walked over to Brian, and took his hand before placing a kiss on his lover’s swollen lips. He then leaned over, and kissed Tony as well. “The doctor says I only have a few minutes before they take you both to surgery.” The young man said.

Tony raised his hand, and touched the bandage above Justin’s right eye. “How many stitches did you get?” he asked.

“Only three.” Justin said.

“That’s going to leave a scar.” Tony smiled.

“Don’t worry, he knows a plastic surgeon in Chicago, the same one that works on him.” Brian butted in.

“Shut up before I cancel your morphine!”

“Stop it you two.” Justin smiled. “I just wanted to tell you both how very proud I am of you. You were absolutely magnificent, my valiant two princes.”

“I’m the prince, that one’s a frog.” Brian said.

“What if I leap over there, and close your other eye?” Tony threatened.

“Let’s see you get up grandpa.”

“Stop it!” Justin frowned.

“He started it!” Tony whined.

Justin stood between his two princes, and held both of their hands. “The two of you are going to have to learn to get along.” he said. “I love you both, and I have no intention of letting either one of you out of my life. Do you understand me? Have I made myself clear?”

Tony, and Brian looked at each other.

“We’re ready to transport them to surgery now.” The nurse opened the curtain to say.

“I’m not sharing a room with him!” Brian protested.

“Hold his morphine.” Tony ordered the nurse.

Justin shook his head, and returned to his seat next to Vic in the crowded waiting area. “How’s your two princes.” Vic asked.

“Beaten, battered, and broken, but still as scrappy as ever.” Justin smiled. “How about you, how’s your shoulder?”

“Nothing’s torn, but I’ve got one hell of a dislocation.” Vic said. “Nothing a little Vicodin, and a few days of rest can’t cure. When you think about it it’s a small price to pay for an old queen to go out in a blaze of glory.”

“How’s Deb?” Justin asked.

“She’s still getting stitched up. She took a pretty bad jab to the ass. She says she can’t wait to tell her grandchild how she got it.” Vic said.

The two men laughed.

“Thanks Vic.” Justin smiled.

“For what?”

“For helping me to make my decision about Tony, and Brian.”

“So what did you decide?”

“I’ve decided to keep them both, just like you suggested.”

Vic closed his eyes, and leaned his head against the wall behind him. “I’d love to be a fly on the wall on that honeymoon night.” he grinned.

“Hey!” Emmett came hobbling down the hall, assisted by Ted who’s arm was in a sling.

“What happened to your foot?” Justin asked.

“I tried to break it off in a red-neck’s ass.” Emmett growled.

“You were marvelous.” Ted leaned over, and gave Emmett a kiss.

“Do you really think so?” Emmett blushed.

Ben, and Michael joined the group fresh from the x-ray room where no bones were shone to have been broken. Both men were bruised from the fight, but no less for wear. “I’m so turned on. I can’t wait to get you home.” Michael pulled his reclaimed lover close.

“Adrenalin can be quite an aphrodisiac.” Ben flirted back.

“Hey get a room you two!” Debbie teased as she, and Jennifer exited treatment room four. “Does anybody want to see my scar?”

“Maybe later ma.” Michael frowned.

Justin touched the black eye on his mother’s face. “Man, that’s quite a shiner.” he said.

“I can’t wait to show your sister. Oh I hope there’s some film left in the camera. I want to send pictures to my sorority sisters.” The suburban housewife was all giddy. “How’s Brian, and Tony?” she asked.

“They’re headed to surgery.” Justin said. “We know for sure that Tony has a punctured lung, and at least three broken ribs from when the officers had him down, and were kicking him. Brian has a fractured eye socket, probably from one of the nightsticks. The doctors aren’t sure if there’s any more damage. They still need to run more tests, but at this point they’re confident that both of them will be fine.”

“We fought back. That’s the main thing.” Cody Vale, and his boyfriend Richard walked over to say. “Thank-you guys for everything.”

“I have an idea, let’s all go to the diner to celebrate.” Debbie suggested.

“That sounds like a great idea, breakfast is on me!” Jennifer seconded.

The jubilant warriors began heading for the emergency room exit. “Come on Vic!” Debbie called back to her brother. “Vic. Vic? VIC!!!!”

“CODE BLUE E.R., CODE BLUE E.R.” The call went out over the hospital intercom.

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To Be Continued in Fantasy Season 5

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