In June of 2000 I went to see Penn
& Teller on stage at the Beacon Theater in New York. Being a big
Penn & Teller fan, I bought tickets as soon as I could and got a really
good seat for the show. When I was there, I was impressed that I was one row in
front of Al Goldstein, editor of SCREW magazine and one of the people in my
mind who embodied New York City better than anyone else.
Goldstein was dressed in cutoff
jean shorts, hiking boots, and a red, white and blue sequined jacket. He had
gorgeous woman on his arm that looked to be a 20-year-old porn star.
Years later I made a flier for the punk band I play in that featured Al with his middle finger
extended, which was how he was often photographed. I emailed him a copy of the
flier and he emailed me back saying it was wonderful. That made my day.
Goldstein was one of New York
City’s great public personalities, one of the outspoken people who come to
represent New York and its spirit. Much in the same way Ed Koch came to
represent New York among the celebrated and in polite society, Al Goldstein represented
the city’s gritty edge and its always sarcastic and sometimes obscene sense of
humor. He was an overweight, cigar-chomping loudmouth who ranted against New
York’s many annoyances as vehemently as he skewered the Philistines from both
the left and the right. At the same time he never lost his sense of humor about
himself.
We recently lost Al Goldstein. He died on Dec. 19 in a hospital and probably not
under a pile of naked women like he would have preferred.
Growing up in New York, I would
often see Goldstein on talk shows and news segments when he was often called upon to defend
pornography. When I moved back to New York I was happy I could see his show Midnight Blue on cable access television. Al Goldstein was a
ubiquitous advocate of enjoying sex for its own sake and being unashamed of it.
He was overbearing and bombastic, but his case just made plain sense and went
like this: Wanting to have sex is a very
natural thing that has kept the human race going for millions of years, why be
ashamed of it or think it is bad? I’m a man, why shouldn’t I enjoy looking at
pictures of naked women? Pictures of vaginas in my magazine aren’t bad because
vaginas aren’t bad. Fuck
you if you don’t like it.
Do you enjoy looking at tits in
magazines or on the Internet? Thank Al Goldstein. He had been fighting for the
right to publish his magazine before it was cool. Those days are mostly behind
us in America. Except for rare cases that continue to be
egregious and terrifying for free speech, porn is everywhere now and the
government can’t stop it. But our access to porn today is because of the
efforts made by Goldstein decades ago, often at great personal risk. It’s hard
to believe in these days of celebrated promiscuity that people could actually
be threatened with jail for publishing naked pictures in magazines. Goldstein
was one of the first to do battle for those freedoms and he did it years before
more celebrated personalities like Larry Flynt.
Lawsuits and bad business decisions
left him homeless and destitute. Penn Jillette, recognizing the debt Americans
owe to Goldstein, often helped him financially. Later in life he did express
regret for some of his excesses. He was estranged from some of his family. He
admitted to his faults and realized his mistakes, but never wavered from the
blunt personality that made him essential.
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