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Harvey Milk: Even though the Castro was firmly our area by 1973 it wasn't safe for us. We would have to wear whistles on our necks or in our pockets and if you ever heard a whistle you would run for help.
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Harvey Milk: Hey, I like the way your pants fit... Where are you from, kid?
Cleve Jones: [laughs] Sorry old man, not interested.
Harvey Milk: I'm Harvey Milk. I'm running for Supervisor. What's your name?
Cleve Jones: Cleve... Jones.
Harvey Milk: Well Mr. Jones, we should walk up to my camera shop and register you.
Cleve Jones: Fuck that. Elections of any kind are a fucking bourgeois affectation.
Harvey Milk: Is that right? So do you trick up on Polk Street?
Cleve Jones: If I need the cash... But I'm selective about my clients.
Harvey Milk: Tell me one thing before you get back to work then. What was it like to be a little queer in Phoenix? Did the jocks beat you up?
Cleve Jones: I faked a lung disease to get out of PE. So what? What are you, some kind of street shrink?
Harvey Milk: Sometimes.
Bryson James Cooke
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