In the late 70s and early 80s, there were a series of unsolved murders of gay men in Boston, most of whom could be traced back to a bar on Beacon Hill, Sporter's, which was my favorite at the time.
My best friend was found stabbed and mutilated in his apartment in 1982, which caused me to step way back from the whole scene as it finally hit home to me. I'm sure he was killed by someone from Sporter's, and I'm certain it was someone whom I'd at least spoken with a couple of times, because I knew everybody there.
FWIW, there was no mention of these murders in the papers (let alone the news): it was like we didn't exist as people. All news was passed word-of-mouth, which is why I discounted the rumors for so long. Anyone who has only experienced the gentrified Boston of the last 20 years cannot possibly imagine what it used to be like.