CHAPS ARE A MAN'S BEST FRIEND
A Queer Look at the Wild West
by Howard Watson
hwatson4964@outlook.com
The range is empty and the trail is blind,
And I don't seem but half myself today.
I wait to hear him riding up behind
And feel his knee rub mine the good old way.
The last stanza of "The Lost Pardner" by Badger Clark, an
Arizona rancher, who published a collection of Western poetry
in 1915 and was clearly inspired by his love for another man.
Was he alone in his feelings?
Stuart Henry, a chronicler of the West, once described James
Butler "Wild Bill" Hickok thus:
"His looks surprise one. That softly rounded contour,
that rather angelic countenance, were quite opposite of
the thin, rawboned Texan model."
Henry also remarks on Hickok's "feminine looks and bearing,"
his hermaphroditism" and "epicene pattern."
The nineteenth century saw a clash between cultures as an
influx of white Europeans began to push towards the Pacific
from the eastern seaboard of the United States. Some of those
who travelled west, however, decided to go native. Many
wanted to escape the restrictions put upon them by a rigid
moral code and puritanical society.
Kinsey discussed the occurrence of male homosexuality in rural
areas in 1948:
'.... there is a fair amount of sexual contact among the older
males in Western rural areas. It is a type of homosexuality
which was probably common among pioneers and outdoor men in
general. Today it is found among ranchmen, cattle men,
prospectors, lumbermen, and farming groups in general - among
groups that are virile, physically active.... This type of
rural homosexuality contradicts the theory that homosexuality
in itself is an urban product.'
It is doubtful if much had changed in a century. In Tex by
Clarence Mulford, author of the Hopalong Cassidy series, a
Western novel from 1922, he describes a scene which must have
been common in the male-dominated West:
'A roar of laughter came from the celebrating miners and all
eyes turned their way. Sinful and Hank were dancing to the
music of a jew's-harp and the time set by stamping, hob-nailed
boots. They parted, bowed, joined again, parted, curtsied and
went on, hand in hand, turning and ducking, backing and
filing, the dust flying and the perspiration streaming down.'
Walter Williams posits the theory in his The Spirit and the
Flesh that one of the attractions for men who migrated west
was that they would, by and large, encounter a largely
all-male society and because sodomy was associated with the
Indians. "This is not to suggest that most men went west with
these more or less conscious notions," he writes. "But it
does suggest that those historians who do not consider this
motivation ignore an important facet of frontier life."
For anthropologists in the field, however, it was far harder
to ignore the realities of cross-dressing and same-sex
relationships within native American society.
In 1886, We'wha, a Zuni Indian, was invited to Washington DC
as a guest of Matilda Coxe Stevenson, who had befriended
We'wha in New Mexico. We'wha stayed in the capital, meeting
President Grover Cleveland, and the rest of Washington
society, was probably unaware of the fact that this statuesque
Indian was a berdache.
Berdaches were mainly men who opted to dress, work and live as
women. Stevenson, who was ignorant of her friend's gender at
first, still referred to We'wha as 'she' even years after
discovering that 'she' was actually a he. Berdaches were
common to many tribes, even the Apaches. It is believed that
one of Crazy Horse's wives of Crazy Horse was a berdache.
Due to the incursion of Eastern civilisation, especially the
missionary influence, the berdache tradition died out, even
amongst the Navajos, where they were highly revered. It is
only recently that gay and lesbian native Americans have being
rediscovering this vital aspect of their own culture.
Early in the century, an Oklahoma cowboy recalled how his
trail boss encouraged his charges to pair up with their
fellows. In one letter he wrote: "At first pairing they'd
solace each other gingerly and, as bashfulness waned,
manually. As trust in mutual good will matured, they'd
graduate to the ecstatically comforting 69... Folk know not
how cock-hungry men get."
In Reminiscences of a Ranchman by Edgar Beecher Bronson, he
describes the antics of a "six-foot-two blond giant" called
Jake DePuyster at a dance in 1882 at The Cowboys' Rest in
Ogallala, Nebraska, which was the northern terminus for the
famous Texas trail. Due to there not been "enough gals
around," he decides to take matters in hand.
Cocked jauntily over his right eye he wore a bright
red toque with a faded wreath of pale blue flowers,
from which a bedraggled feather drooped wearily over
his left ear; about his waist wrinkled a broad pink
sash, tied in a great double-knot set squarely in
front, while fastened also about his waist, pendent
no more than mid-way of his long thighs, hung a
garment white of colour, filmy of fabric, bifurcated
of form, richly ruffled of extremity....
The bearded Jake sidles up to Buck, a fellow cowboy, and asks
gamely for the privilege of the next dance. Initially
hesitant, Buck accepts. The author, further, observes:
While there were better dancers and prettier, that
first quadrille made "Miss DePuyster" the belle of
the ball for the rest of the day and night, and not
a few serious affrays over disputes for an early
chance of a "round" or a "square" with her were
narrowly avoided.
In the summer of 1878, Mrs Nash, the company laundress for
General George Armstrong Custer's Seventh US Cavalry, died at
Fort Meade, Dakota Territory. Always heavily veiled, she had
been with the regiment for ten years, she had been married to
one soldier-husband after another. The corporal, with whom
she had been cohabiting with at the time, was away fighting
Indians on an extended campaign. The women of the garrison,
whilst preparing her body for burial, made a surprising
discovery: Mrs Nash had been a man! On his return, word soon
got around and the corporal, after becoming the butt of
endless ridicule, finally took, what was then, the honourable
way out and committed suicide.
What a contrast to the native Americans who not only tolerated
effeminate behaviour in men but also masculine tendencies
within females. As evidenced by that of Woman Chief, a
ten-year-old Gros Ventre girl when she was taken prisoner by a
Crow raiding party. She grew up to become a formidable
warrior and hunter, never wearing male attire and acquiring
four wives.
(c) Howard Watson 2000