"Twelve, fifteen years ago the Village was over-run with 'invert' joints of all descriptions. A mad orgy of the Third Sex. Visitors broke arms and legs getting down to visit the jaunts of the strange, shrieking tribe. There were Paul and Joe's, The Little Gray Hen, Dolly Judge's 'Flowerpot' (poor Dolly is now dead) and many more of that ilk. The Village still has its resorts of the 'queers' but quite sotto voce by comparison. The hand-on-hips boys have ceased to be a novelty. But they're mad as the devil about it."