His actual name was Peter Berlin, but all you needed to say was That Boy, and the old guys of West Hollywood (that is, men over 30) would remember: the Boy sunning himself on the beach, the "Dancing Queen" at the disco, the leatherman glaring from the back bar, all blond hair, bronze muscles, and hard cock.
There was no such thing as a closet in Peter Berlin's world, no such thing as homophobia. Only endless nights of cruising -- but not the meaningless, destructive tricks that the straights condemned us for. A glorious sexual freedom that was, in itself, fulfilling enough to be the sole purpose of life.
That Boy (1974) was a defining moment of my coming out, the first gay porn film I ever saw, in 1984, during my second year in grad school at Indiana University. My friend Viju and I drove into Indianapolis to go to the bars, and someone invited us to see it with him. There was a midnight showing in a sleazy theater near Monument Circle.
Peter is not actually the boy of That Boy. He plays an unnamed sexual Everyman who wanders through the Castro and the Tenderloin of a straight-free San Francisco, cruising on the street and in back rooms, looking at men, and being looked at. He finds the gaze, being the object of desire, more glorious than the sex acts themselves. But then he looks at That Boy, but the boy does not look back.
Could this be the one person in the Gay World who does not desire him? No, the boy is blind! Peter is intrigued, and invites him for coffee and conversation. They walk hand in hand through the park and sit by the pond to look at (or hear) the ducks, making a romantic connection before heading to the back room.
Peter was born Armin Hagen Freiherr von Hoyningen-Huene. the son of a baron, in December 1942, and raised in Berlin, in a family of diplomats and fashion photographers. After secondary school, he worked as a photographer for a German interview program, met famous people like Alfred Hitchcock and Brigitte Bardot, and cruised.
A double life, respectable by day, sleazoid by night, was a standard part of the gay experience in the 1960s, when straights and gays alike believed that we were destined to be permanent outsiders, constantly hiding, denizens of a seedy underworld. But Armin took pride in being gay. He cruised in outfits of his own design, photographed himself and his tricks, turned the gay sex act into a work of masculine beauty,








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