It would be strange if I did not catch the attention of the Soviet authorities. In the USSR, there was a criminal article for the sexual intercourse of a man with a man in the ass, and, therefore, all my fucking was illegal. However, I cannot say that there was any targeted persecution of homosexuals. A couple of times I heard from some faggots that "there was a raid", that "someone was taken away." But I myself have never seen anything like it, gays walked freely around all the places of gathering. I will never forget a warm summer evening in Moscow - I was there changing trains and popped down into the city center. Everywhere, starting from the Bolshoi Theater, the “Prospekt Marx” metro station and further along almost the entire main Gorky Street, they walked or stood in defiant and pretentious poses, persons of homosexual orientation. Later in life, even in the big cities of the West, I never saw such a concentration of gays as I did that evening in Moscow.
Later, during Perestroika, I read somewhere that in the USSR, under Article 121, concerning fucking between men, one thousand people were imprisoned annually. I don’t know if this is a lot or not, and what were the circumstances under which these people were locked up in the nick. The fact is that in order to prove sexual intercourse between men, it was necessary to find sperm in the ass and take it for analysis. That is, in fact, it was necessary to catch the "criminals" in flagrante and also prove that you didn’t stuff your own sperm up your ass yourself.
Once I was invited to the police (“there is an important matter, we need you to help us”) and they questioned me for a long time:
- Are you a homosexual? Your buddies wrote about you that you are, - said a shitty operative.
- So what? I answered. - I am a homosexual, but I never practiced it, and with my friends I did not ever have sexual intercourse, they slander me. All my life I dream of stealing from someone because I need money, but I don’t do it, because it’s against the law.
And then I got up and left the department. I was not detained or arrested, I had been simply invited for a chat.
However, not everyone behaved this way. The police put pressure and intimidated gays, and faggots (and they are weak creatures) immediately told everything - with whom, when and under what circumstances they did it. And, nevertheless, even such a "self-confessed" faggot was not imprisoned, because there was no evidence. And they did this: they offered him to become an informer. “You will meet someone (sometimes it was indicated whom), have sexual intercourse with him and then you immediately call us (from a telephone booth, or what?), We will immediately come and take this person” (a real person told me about such a suggestion).
Despite this, I got the impression that they persecuted homosexuals in an extremely sloppy way. Because, if desired, all of them could be caught without much difficulty like chickens in a chicken coop. Apparently, homosexuals were not a particular problem for the Soviet authorities. What do they care about faggots who were minding their own business, if people here read and distribute forbidden literature, tell anti-Soviet jokes or throw ink bubbles at a huge portrait of some leader of the Communist party and government, exhibited on the revolution anniversary holiday of November 7th (there was such a case in Leningrad, after which policemen guarded the portraits).
All these law-enforcement people were cynical and immoral, they didn't give a damn who fucked whom and in what way. They had to work, expand the network of informers, report on the work done, and so on.
But in the USSR there was another organization, standing higher, at the instructions of which the police often worked. This is the KGB. The KGB men were brought up on blood, and ideally they would like to kill everyone. If not kill, then cause maximum harm. If not the maximum, then at least some. This is their matrix. But they worked sloppily, as all in the USSR. They messed up everything, they could not distinguish namesakes and my relatives from each other, they got confused with checking our mail, they found my classmates and asked them something about me, and then these classmates and I got together and laughed out loud at these detectives. And their work consisted of fabricating some dirty tricks, creating a network of informers (“where who said what”) and lying. Lying was their main thing, what they were taught.
I remember this: when I was about to go to socialist East Germany (GDR), then one KGB officer, hinting at my sexual orientation, began to tell me the following: “You should keep in mind that it is in our country that law-enforcement agents turn a blind eye at your behavior (they are allegedly "humanists"). The situation is completely different in the GDR, where the police work well, and there ... ”Furthermore, it seems that in the GDR I would be immediately arrested and put in jail (in fact, there was no law against homosexuality in the GDR). By the way, they didn't let me go to the GDR.
At first, in my youth, when one KGB officer approached me, I did not know how to react and what to do about it. Foolishly, I thought that they could also be useful somehow - at least for obtaining permission to travel abroad. But very soon I realized that they, by blackmailing and deceiving, just want to make an informer out of me. “And what do people in the cafeteria talk about at your work, do they oppose the general line of the party?” To all their stupid questions, I answered that people only talk about art. So it was a reply all of us gave - "we talked about art."
The KGB officers also wanted me to get acquainted with homosexual foreigners in order to get supposedly “compromising evidence” on these foreigners. Of course, I didn't do any of that.
I wrote that they are cynical and immoral, but there was once the following case: I came to lectures at my university, and some KGB officer, a man of about fifty years old, was waiting for me at the door, and it is clear that he is very nervous (the KGB officer is nervous when he meets me!). He was so worried that he could not start talking . Finally he began to explain:
- You know, there is one German, such a handsome German (blushes at the same time), there is such a tall handsome German, blond, came for an internship, lives in a hotel ... (voice trembles, blushes even more), he, this German, he ... such ... he is also ... well, in general, a handsome guy, you need to get to know him ...
And at these words, the “knight of the sword and dagger” (as they called themselves) became really crimson with shame! A KGB officer blushed to the roots of his hair! I even felt a bit of sympathy for him. Poor man, he probably didn't have any experience with faggots and fag topics.
By the way, I met this German. It was enough to come to the gay meeting place, and he was already visible there. This German spent all his time at the meeting places of gays and other hot places, and finally was expelled from the USSR for excessive debauchery.
I soon realized that this was a total rubbish. I stopped seeing these "knights", didn't answer the office phone when they called, and so on. About three months of such refusals and inaccessibility of mine were enough for me to be blacklisted and ... they sent their instructions to the police.
Now the police were after me. Also carelessly, stupidly, sloppy, if one took a detached view of the matter. One time they would get into the corridor of our house, pull out Polish magazines officially received by subscription, take them away supposedly as pornography (there were a lot of erotic photos in them), or they would burst into the house after 11 p.m. and the guests who happen to be at my place will be dragged to the police station. Indeed, in the USSR there was a law that citizens who were not registered at a specific address could not stay there from 11 p.m. to 8 a.m. This law was never applied, no one even heard about it, but they began to apply it to me. On other occasions they would come at 7 in the morning, in the winter darkness, they searched the house with flashlights, climbed into the attic. They leave with the words: “Oh, there’s no one here! There really is no one here!” (Well, aren't they stupid?).
Nevertheless, all this was very unnerving, creating an unbearable atmosphere of constant persecution. I could no longer invite anyone home, and approaching my house I studied the traces of cars and footsteps in the snow. The feeling of being at home is gone. I gave a start at every knock on the door.
I left the USSR for permanent residence.
Were there people of unusual sexual orientation among law-enforcement officers and the KGB? They were. Hidden, encrypted, but they were. From the KGB, if it became obvious, they were expelled. And once in the City, in the very center (it was around 1977), I met an Armenian, a man of about 35. “Where are we going?”, the question immediately arose. He says: “To the KGB. I work for the KGB. I am on a business trip now, I am from Yerevan.” Probably, in the conditions of Yerevan, he would not dare to behave like this. And I went with him - straight to the KGB residence, to their building. There was a hotel (or something like a hostel) for KGB officers on a business trip. At the entrance, he said to the watchman - "this one is with me." And we went to his room. Everything there was clean, the chairs were upholstered in white covers, flowers were placed everywhere ... We drank Armenian cognac and lay down in bed. He fucked me well. And in the morning he took me out of the hotel, and we said goodbye. By the way, he left me his phone number, correct, not false. And three years later, when I was in Yerevan, I called him because I needed help. It was necessary to get a plane ticket (then it was a big problem). And he helped me.
Damn it, if there were more OF such KGB men!
