When I visited Gore Vidalâs home in the Hollywood Hills, five months after his death, one book, left unshelved, jolted me: The Mayor of Castro Street, Randy Shiltsâs acclaimed biography of Harvey Milk, the inspirational gay San Francisco city supervisor assassinated in 1978. While Milk and Shilts were openly gay in rougher times, Vidalâs sexuality occupied a more vexed, undeclared place. Like both men Vidal was arguably a gay radical and hero, although he would have hated the plaudit.

Vidal died a year ago today, aged 86, of complications from pneumonia, the culmination of a long, painful decline which had included alcoholism and dementia. His death precipitated a memorable correction in the New York Times, whose obituary initially stated Vidal and Howard Austen, his partner from 1950 to 2003, when Austen died, did not have sex. âAccording to Mr Vidalâs memoir, Palimpsest, they had sex the night they met, but did not sleep together after they began living together. It was not true that they never had sex.â
The New York Times shouldnât feel embarrassed: this imperious lion of American letters delighted in sowing confusion about his sex life and sexuality. Vidal said he was bisexual, but his family and friends say he was gay. Vidal adamantly believed âgayâ referred to a sexual act, not a sexual identity. When I interviewed him in 2009, in his last major newspaper interview for the Times of London, and suggested he could have been Americaâs first gay president, he replied, witheringly, âNo, I would have married and had nine children. I donât believe in these exclusive terms.â
There was the way of Right and Left and easy pieties, and then there was Vidalâs way. He said almost nothing about HIV and AIDS, even though his nephew Hugh, who died of AIDS, begged him to. âGore didnât think of himself as a gay guy,â says Vidalâs close friend and now-biographer Jay Parini. âIt makes him self-hating. How could he despise gays as much as he did? In my company he always used the term âfags.â He was uncomfortable with being gay. Then again, he was wildly courageous.â Fred Kaplan, who wrote a landmark biography of Vidal, says, âHe was not interested in making a difference for gay people, or being an advocate for gay rights. There was no such thing as âstraightâ or âgayâ for him, just the body and sex.â
For most of their lives together, Vidal referred to Austen as his friend. His true love, he claimed, was Jimmie Trimble, a boy he had known at prep school who died fighting at the Battle of Iwo Jima. Vidal slept with AnaĂŻs Nin and enjoyed close friendships with women including Claire Bloom and Joanne Woodward. He and Austen had sex with hustlers, or âtradeâ as Vidal called the handsome, âstraight-actingâ young men he liked. Paying for sex appealed to Vidal because it meant with this, as with so much else in his life, he was in control. He was mostly the âtop.â In bed as in life, no one was going to screw Gore Vidal.
Vidal loved sex, and gossiping about it: he estimated he had had sex with a thousand men before he was 25. He told his nephew Burr Steers he had successfully pursued and had sex with Fred Astaire when he first moved to Hollywood. Steers says, âHe also told me Dennis Hopper had a lovely tuft of hair above his ass. He never told me how he knew that.â Another close friend of Vidal's revealed Vidal had asked, when hearing the friend was staying at the legendarily louche Chateau Marmont, "How is the Chateau?", before adding: "Brad Davis [star of Midnight Express and Querelle] was a beautiful boy and I fucked him on the bathroom floor of the Chateau Marmont." Davis, who was HIV-positive, died of a drug overdose in 1991.
In my book, In Bed With Gore Vidal: Hustlers, Hollywood and the Private World of an American Master, to be published in November, Vidalâs friends and family talk about not just the sex Vidal had and with whom, but the roots of his complex attitude towards sexuality and love which lay in a fractured upbringing, and why his refusal to be defined was as personal as it was intellectual. He may have been âpost-gayâ before his time, but Vidal was also of his timeâwhen being âgayâ meant being effeminate, an outsider, without power. Vidal did not identify with any of those positions and wasnât in thrall to the equality movement. He had grown up around powerâhis much-loved grandfather was a senatorâand he coveted his relationship with John and Jackie Kennedy (whom he was related to) before they fell out, he claimed because Bobby Kennedy believed Vidalâs sexuality could become a White House embarrassment.
Vidal was defiant, but also cowed, in his sexuality. His resistance to being known as gay was in some ways old-school: he felt it could be used to diminish him, yet he didnât play the overt heterosexual like the secretly gay or bisexual celebrities of the day, like Cary Grant and Walter Pidgeon. Indeed Vidal was the radical who wrote The City and the Pillar in 1948, one of the first modern novels about homosexuality, which made him famous even though he also felt it led to him being blacklisted and destroyed his chances of a political career. This may seem contradictory, but at different times Vidal was proud of his early success and bitter that it had marked him out somehow. If he wouldnât define himself, others were not so subtle. In 1968 Vidal was famously called a âqueerâ on television by the conservative author and commentator William F. Buckley. An interminable legal case unfolded between them, Vidal convinced and genuinely afraid, I discovered, that Buckley had evidence he had had sex with underage boys.
Yet Vidal, while not declaring anything, didnât hide: he bought a transsexual heroine to life in Myra Breckinridge (1968) and wrote essays against sexual repression and in favor of sexual equality. Weeks after the Stonewall Riots in 1969, the campaign group the Mattachine Society wrote to Vidal asking for financial support, with a bracing opening gambit: âI donât think it is any secret to anyone that you are gay â most people seem to take it for grantedâand it is on this basis that this appeal is being made to you, to help us lend a helping hand to your less fortunate brothers (or should I say âsistersâ).â
Vidal caroused with Tennessee Williams and Christopher Isherwood and feuded with Truman Capote. He slept with Jack Kerouac at the Chelsea Hotel. His much-cherished years in Rome in the 1960s were a merry sexual circus. He had sex with hustlers in the afternoons, he said, so he could concentrate on conversation with friends in the evening.
One of Vidalâs oldest friends was Scotty Bowers, who had sex with, and procured sex for, celebrities including Cary Grant, Spencer Tracy, and Vidal himself. âGore had a medium-sized cock, seven inches, he looked circumcised but wasnât,â Bowers recalls. The few times Bowers had sex with Vidal was âpleasant, not mad love.â Vidal was always âon the ball, not bashful or shy, rather aggressive and pushy,â and was âmore or less into a quick trick. He did everything sexually: you sucked his cock, he would suck yours, but he preferred to fuck. He was young and hot and sex was rather quick.â
After Austenâs death Vidal cried to one friend he had loved him. This was no âfriendship,â but, as I sketch in the book, a deep, enduring relationship. Vidalâs sister Nina Straight remembers her half-brother becoming very upset was when, "sometime in the â50s or â60s" Vidal lost a tiny picture he carried in his wallet "of Howard as a little boy with bangs and Mary Jane shoes. He was really upset and saying, 'He's the only good person I've ever knownâââgoodâ meaning simple, guileless â and he loved the image of that little boy, the basic, innocent dedication and purity.â Vidalâs family and friends view his lifelong devotion to Jimmie Trimble with incredulity, yet Vidal would gaze at Trimbleâs portrait most nights before going to bed.
As Vidal grew frailer, Bowers bought men round âto just sit with him.â In December 2011, seven months before he died, Vidal, mind wandering, asked Bowers, âYou suppose we could find Bob and bring him over?â âBobâ was Bob Atkinson, a favorite hustler of Vidalâs that Bowers had first set him up with 63 years previously. âGore liked Bob because he had been in the Navy and he had a cock as big as a babyâs arm,â Bowers recalls.
All that sex, but he never worried about HIV and AIDS? I said to his nephew, Steers. âI think he was quite confident it was something that wouldnât happen to him,â Steers replied. Because he thought he was at less risk of infection as he liked fucking men rather than being fucked? I asked. Steers laughed. âNo. Because he was Gore Vidal.â
Tim Teemanâs âIn Bed With Gore Vidal: Hustlers, Hollywood and the Private World of an American Masterâ will be published by Magnus Books in November. To pre-order, email don@magnusbooks.com