[the last one having been discovered in my underwear drawer, at which time I was delighted persons still in Olympia shared my delight.]
This flier:
…was from the first meetings of Queer Nation in Olympia, hosted by my roommate Tod Streater (RIP). With him, I attended said meetings – along with the first local meetings of ACT-UP, which was hosted somewhere else. I have to confess, though, that the only clear memory I have from the Queer Nation meetings was the time Tod answered the door, took one look at the guy who’d just knocked, and said “Why hello, FBI! You don’t belong here!” And then he cackled in his most gloriously queeny voice and slammed the door. (As for whether the Olympia chapters of such groups were, indeed, under any sort of government surveillance, I have no idea – but Tod, as one of the loudest voices around in terms of AIDS and queer rights activism, had every reason to be suspicious.)
The fliers were placed on bulletin boards at the Evergreen campus and the like. The phone number was for the campus queer rights group. The address was our rented household, affectionately then known as The Dreary Biscuit (one roommate – Julia, I think? had once lived at another Olympia household called “The Sunny Muffin”).
