The singular queerness of old Coney Island.

The beach at Coney Island, with the Washington Baths peeking out in the distance. (Image: EVERETT COLLECTION HISTORICAL/ALAMY)

WHEN WORLD WAR II ENDED, Rusty Brown knew she was fired. She had been working as a machinist at the Brooklyn Navy Yard, a job that she liked and felt comfortable doing. But with the war effort winding down…