I love this picture so much that I decided to post it again.
It shows Dr. Magnus Hirschfeld (seated with spectacles on the lower right) at a costume party for his friends and colleagues at WhK, the first gay rights movement. The photo dates from sometime in the 1920s, and the organization was about 25 years old by that time.
What I love about it is that all these people are so happy. Dr. Hirschfeld himself is clearly very happy with all these lovely young folk sitting with him and holding his hands so affectionately. Even at the very beginning of the movement for the enfranchisement of LGBTs, I see the emotional tone that I would always note in all my years of marches, meetings, rallies, and protests. That tone was not always angry or mournful, but happy. I once heard an aging gay activist describe his life and work as one big party. As he put it, sure there were times when the food ran out, someone called the cops, people were rude, guests quarreled, some people got sick, and some died, but it was still a big wonderful party. I remember a friend of mine (who is straight) describe spending hours in a holding cell at Central Booking crowded in with a bunch of gay activists. They passed the time and kept their spirits up by singing show tunes.
These posts are not intended to be a litany of victimization, though it is important to remember what people suffered ( I always hear people complaining about "playing the victim role," yet it is always preferable to identify with the victims than with the victimizers). They are intended as a reminder of people who faced far worse things than we do, who found their courage and stood up and said, "No! I won't go along to get along."