Kinsey’s Gay Entrée 

By Jerry Rosco

Originally published on Advocate.com May 25 2010 1:40 PM ET


From Chapter 8: Dr. Kinsey and the Institute for Sex Research

On Wescott and Kinsey

When Kinsey came to New York, one thing that interested him was the social circle of Wescott’s friend Carl Malouf. A number of Malouf’s friends were fellow veterans of World War II, such as illustrator Tommy Sullivan and his giant bisexual find, Michael Miksche. Wheeler’s important younger lover of the fifties was an artist and poet named Ralph Pomeroy. Although Pomeroy was outside Malouf’s circle, he had a powerful impression of Miksche, who snubbed him. “I was mad for him,” he said. “He was one of the most stunning sexual people I’ve ever met.” Miksche was a star among the volunteers filmed at the Institute, as were a couple named Jack Fontaine and Raymond Ungar.

Bill Miller, the handsome model, sometimes joined the group. George Lynes also got to know Kinsey, and over the next several years gave the Institute scores of photos, some for payment, some as gifts. These were mostly male nudes but also included celebrity portraits. Another interesting connection for Kinsey was the French filmmaker François Reischenbach. A frequent visitor to New York, he had known Wescott since the 1920s in Paris, as did his brother Philippe, an art dealer. François would later win an Academy Award for his documentary work and contribute two gay-themed films to Kinsey’s archive.

Malouf remembered gay male gatherings of that era: “We lived in an age of innocence. A homosexual evening was so secret and hush-hush. Once, I remember, a bunch of us went to someone’s apartment to see slides of some boys in bathing suits diving off a pier, photos someone had taken. For that we were all tiptoeing and shushing each other up! [W. H.] Auden, sitting on the floor, looked up when Glenway came in with Tommy Sullivan and me, and he said, ‘Well, look who’s here. The vice president of the National Institute of Arts and Letters.’ That night after we left Glenway said, ‘The nerve of Auden doing that!’ Because there were others there — I think Lincoln Kirstein was there. Every time I ran into Auden he was just as rude, about other things too.”








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Some of Malouf’s parties on East Fortieth Street were mixed gay and straight and he called them “square balls” because they were tame. Some of his all-male parties were just as respectable. Malouf remembered,“We’d have a party and dinner and nothing happened. I’d say, ‘Glenway, what was that all about?’ And he’d say, ‘Plant them now, dig them up later.’And he did! But he was a gentleman, a real gentleman.” Some of the parties turned completely sexual, and when Kinsey visited New York in January of 1952, he was invited to observe one. Malouf recalled that when Kinsey arrived early in the evening he made one of his square, Midwest-innocent mistakes. On the wall was a faded photo of a real ballerina in a tutu. Kinsey turned to stocky, masculine, war veteran Malouf and said, “Is that you in drag?” The fact that Kinsey was serious made it worse. “Well!” said Malouf. “Nobody talked to me like that! Drag was something people did as a joke. We were off on the wrong foot. But Glenway immediately jumped in and smoothed it out.” After dinner the party turned into an orgy, instigated by Wescott. At one point, Malouf noticed Kinsey standing in the hallway. “Kinsey was looking in one room and then another,” he said, “and — just playfully — I tried to give him a little kiss. He practically went through the ceiling; that was not part of the game. Later on I told Glenway and said I was embarrassed. ‘Tush, tush,’ said Glenway, ‘Alfred should just consider it an occupational hazard.’”

As Wescott remembered it, the party had seemed in danger of remaining completely proper, perhaps because the young men were uncomfortable in Dr. Kinsey’s presence. But, sitting next to Michael Miksche, Wescott decided to act: “I was playing it by ear, when I suddenly realized that I could do it; they were all acquaintances but I didn’t know them too well. So I just slipped out of my chair and went down on my Michael. Whereupon, away they all went! Then I got back on my voyeuristic seat. Alfred was sitting in a corner. He made absolute dead silence! He could disappear in the room, you know, you’d forget all about him. Everybody said that. He never made a move, he didn’t breathe, and the eyes were just—he was so fond, so nonnegative, so positive, and he made you feel so important and central, and suddenly there you were: you’d forgotten he was there. It was a magical effect. And suddenly he’d get up and move, and you’d think, ‘My God, he’s been there a long time!’”

Kinsey also visited New York homosexual bars and Times Square haunts where Wescott would never be seen. “I didn’t know about that; he didn’t go with me, but I’m sure he went with my friends,” said Wescott. “But, you see, he never told you anything, just on principle, and you never asked him anything. But he wasn’t very much interested in it. He would probably go to one of each kind, and just have a look. What he wanted to do was talk. And to get to know people.”

Kinsey saw a party that was different from Malouf’s at the Greenwich Village apartment of Ralph Pomeroy, Wheeler’s companion. Pomeroy remembered that “Glenway suggested it. There may have been two hundred people, a huge success. Nothing happened. It was just beautiful young guys who gave off positive vibes. But Kinsey loved it. He wanted to see the social behavior of gays. It wasn’t just about sex.”