Marsha was one of the first queens to throw a bottle at the police igniting the Stonewall riots. Her death was far less valorous than she deserved. Her body was found floating in the Hudson River right off the piers where she plied her trade. The cops labeled it suicide, but no one believed that. Marsha had turned living into an art. She was wild and adventurous and loved by all. She’d never abandon life for a cold, dark, wet grave. Even a block away I could always hear her call, “Miss Harvey, you got any pennies for a lady today?”
