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Maciej Krajewski
You've got to stay alert

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Maciej Krajewski, photo Grzegorz Dembiński
Maciej Krajewski
You've got to stay alert

Whatever you do-whether professionally or as a community activist-you're always a caretaker. You look after people, things, memories. Would you say that's accurate?

Absolutely, my mom brought me up to be a bit of a rebel, but she also instilled in me a strong sense of civic duty. You don't just live for yourself; you look out for others too. I've been in the boy scouts, so that idea of service and responsibility for others really stuck. I guess you won't be surprised that in my relationships, especially with men, I have always been the older, more mature one-the one doing the looking after. That's never changed. So yes, I think "caretaker" fits.

Can you tell me about your first relationship?

That was Darek, four years younger than me, from a small town. We met in the early "90s through a personal ad in Filo magazine. We would only see each other on weekends, always in different locations because we were terrified someone might recognise us as a couple. There was just one weekend we spent together in my flat-only because my parents happened to be away on a pilgrimage.

Were you living in hiding for long?

Pretty much. Back in secondary school in the mid-'80s, a female friend and I both fancied the same boy. Totally surreal. I'd bought into that nonsense that gay people only existed in dodgy parks or public loos-which, yes, I checked out, and yep, it was true. But it didn't do me any good. I felt utterly alone. Sometimes, genuinely suicidal because what sort of life was that supposed to be, lurking in public toilets, living in fear, constantly feeling inferior. I remember circling newsstands just to sneak a gay magazine when no one was watching, then beating it. It was bleak-but somehow makes for good stories now.

So what happened with that female friend and falling for the same guy?

I told her about myself, heart pounding, convinced she'd flip or cut me off. But instead, she thanked me for trusting her, gave me flowers, and we're still friends. That's a perfect example of how powerful acceptance and support can be for a young person. That taught me just how life-changing acceptance can be, especially for someone young and lacking confidence. I dread to think what might've happened if she'd reacted differently. I honestly believe that even the smallest gesture of kindness can mean everything.

Back to your first boyfriend. Did you keep your relationship secret?

Not really. He used to send me letters daily-still does, actually. I've kept every single one. My mum noticed pretty quickly. Same with a framed photo I had of him in my room. When she asked, I just said he was a mate.

Do you think she believed you?

I doubt it, but she didn't press the issue. I was writing to loads of people back then-tons of letters coming in and out. I've got whole suitcases full now. Some were from personal ads in gay magazines. It's all grown into this massive personal queer archive. Eventually, my parents found out I was gay-but not from me. Someone told my mum they'd seen me going into Bistro Tropic on ul. Ściegiennego. It was run by a gay couple, who later opened the Amigo sauna on the Lech housing estate.

I haven't heard of Tropic. When did first you discover it? What was it like?

It was tiny, had a little dancefloor and a bar, nothing too posh. But it blew my mind. It was the first gay bar I'd ever been to. I found out about it through word of mouth in the early "90s and of course went there with friends. If I'd gone alone, it would probably be like my first time at Jambalaya, a club on the corner of ul. Prusa and ul. Sienkiewicza. I was so nervous going there, I bought a pack of cigarettes, and I don't even smoke, just to have something to do with my hands.

So you walked in and?

Behind the bar was Katechetka!

Who?

Oh, mate, Katechetka was legendary in the local gay scene. Everyone knew him. He probably got his nickname, which is Polish for "religion teacher", because that's what he actually did in his day job. But by night, he worked as a bartender in the gay bar and was known for his flamboyantly gay demeanour. Since I was already there, I ordered a coffee, cracked open those wretched cigarettes, and asked him for a light. He clocked me right away, smiled and said, "First time inhaling, is it?" I panicked, bolted upstairs-they had two levels-finished my coffee, and took off.

And your mum? What was her reaction when she found out?

She was hurt I hadn't told her. We didn't really talk about it until I moved out. Her main worry was about my health-code for HIV-but she made it clear I'd always have a place at home, no matter what. She just asked me not to hurt anyone, and to be responsible.

Was that the end of it?

She did ask about Darek from time to time. She wasn't thrilled when we broke up-she had this idea that I'd end up with one person for life. Things didn't work out with Darek, even though we had moved in together. We rented a flat and told the landlord we were cousins. I've still got the original lease, handwritten on carbon paper. A total relic.

And your dad? Was he in the picture?

He was there, just... silent. But that doesn't mean he didn't show he cared.

Did your parents ever visit your place?

They did, once, with my aunt. I later learned from mum that my aunt spotted a gay magazine under the coffee table and vowed never to return. I guess she was scandalised by the naked man on the cover, which still cracks me up.

How did you even know when those magazines were available?

Funn story. It actually ties into my work with Freedom and Peace, the pacifist and anti-communist group. I helped people write letters to avoid conscription. One time, the son of a friend of my aunt's-the same aunt who spotted the gay magazine-came to us for help. Around that time, I'd also started the Sieroca Gallery on ul. Sieroca, which doubled as a reading room, a hangout for the Imperatyw artist collective. I held exhibitions, concerts, and all sorts of other events. That's actually where I first came across Inaczej magazine-someone brought a copy and left it there. I freaked out and stashed it right away. Turns out the person who left it there was Janek, the son of my aunt's friend. It was his way of letting me know he knew I was gay-like him. It was through him that I met Sergiusz Wróblewski, who ran the legendary LGBT+ magazine Inaczej in Poznań.

Speaking of gay magazines, I've got to ask you about those personal ads you mentioned.

As hard as it is for young people today to imagine, you would buy magazines with "man seeking man" listings, often without photos. You'd post actual letters-with stamps!-and send printed photos because mobile phones weren't around until the late "90s. I placed and answered ads myself. I had a PO box near the West Railway Station and would pick up stacks of envelopes with all kinds of content. Your odds of meeting The One were one in a thousand. Honestly, the bars that kept popping up around town made it much easier. I actually met my current partner, with whom I've been for over two years now, on Grindr.

What do you think now when you look back at those park cruising days?

There was something oddly romantic about it, and you did meet loads of people. I myself met someone in a park who I ended up dating for years. But it could get sketchy. Once, the police raided the area and checked everyone's IDs, mine included. Those park visits came with a whole rulebook of gay ways-significant glances, coded signals, social circles. Does Marcinkowski Park still work that way? No clue but I doubt it. The internet pretty much killed that scene, which additionally included the Citadel and the riverside. And if you tally it all up, Poznań had a good number of gay bars. Did you know there used to be a gay spot called Adonis near the Rataje roundabout? Or Teleny on ul. Półwiejska, later replaced by Duże Lokum? Someone really ought to map all of this out for posterity. More recently, I have fond memories of Punto and the old Małe Lokum. Both had big street-facing windows, right in the city centre, which, for someone who remembers all those dingy underground bars with buzzers on the door, felt like a massive shift, like we were finally part of Europe.

But you're not exactly a party type, are you?

Not really. I'm more of a romantic and a homebody. But don't get me wrong, my partner and I go out to films, restaurants, and galleries. Relationships have always meant more to me than casual hookups. I find it difficult to meet someone and not get emotionally attached. My longest relationship lasted seven years. I'm on good terms with most of my exes, so I think on balance, I've done alright.

And the balance looks good for your work at Łazęga Poznańska in the Atelier on ul. Św. Marcin as well. Their place is abuzz with queer activity.

We do indeed have quite a lot of rainbow events, and what really matters to me is that these often come from others-it shows people feel welcome at Atelier. A case in point is Leonard Dutkiewicz from the Queer House of Culture who came asking for space for his crafts group. Since then, his group has been meeting regularly for embroidery sessions. Same with a bunch of queer teens who asked last year if they could crochet at Atelier. For them, I think it's more about having a space to just be and chat. All I do is stick around happily tinkering away and dusting things. I never had that sort of place growing up.

So, it looks like this change has made you happy?

Absolutely. But I'm also a bit of a worrier. I feel like Poznań's this rainbow bubble unaware that a political storm is brewing. I sometimes get this eerie sense we're like queer people in Berlin in the 1930s. The world seems to be turning brown again. It may be unthinkable today but things are already eroding in places like the US with the government attacking trans people, or Hungary, which recently banned Pride parades. I really hope I'm wrong. But even here, in our little queer paradise, we've got to remember not to get too comfortable. Have fun-yes. Celebrate-absolutely. But always keep your eyes open, always stay alert.

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