James W. "Jim" Toy (born April 29, 1930 in New York City) is a long-time LGBT activist, considered a pioneer among LGBT activists in Michigan.
He holds a master's degree in Clinical Social Work from the University of Michigan and serves as a pro bono counselor and therapist. Toy underwent bureaucratic retirement in 2008 from the University of Michigan as the diversity coordinator in the Office of Institutional Equity.
Jim Toy identified as being gay during his speech at an anti-Vietnam-War rally in Kennedy Square, Detroit, in April 1970. At the rally Toy was representing the Detroit Gay Liberation Movement, of which he was a founding member.
He was as well a founding member of the Ann Arbor Gay Liberation Front. In 1971 he helped establish the Human Sexuality Office (HSO) at the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor (later renamed The Spectrum Center.) The HSO was the first staff office in a United States institution of higher learning, and presumably the first of its kind in the world, to respond to sexual-orientation concerns. Jim served as its Co-Coordinator, and Gay Male advocate, from 1971 until 1994. The HSO, now named the Spectrum Center, has named its library in Jim's honor. The Jim Toy Library (JTL) currently hosts a collection of over 1500 titles and supports LGBTQA student development by exposing students to, and engaging them in, the rich cultural, social, historical, psychological, political, and relational aspects of LGBTQ people, identities, experiences, and communities.
James Madison Toy (February 20, 1858 – March 13, 1919) was an early Major League Baseball player of Native American descent, having a short two-year career with the Cleveland Blues of the American Association and the Brooklyn Gladiators of the Players' League.
Born in Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania, Jim began his professional baseball career in the International League for the Utica, New York team. He showed his versatility by playing many different positions, as well as having a well known good throwing arm. He helped lead the Utica team to the International League championship in 1886.
This showing earned him a spot on the Cleveland Blues for the 1887 season, where he played in 109 games, batted .222, and played mainly at first base, but again showed his ability at other positions, including catcher, and all three outfield positions.
Toy played minor league baseball in Brooklyn, New York for the 1889 and 1890 seasons, mainly as a catcher. He joined the Gladiators later that season, playing in 44 games, batting .181, and gathering only seven RBI. His career ended after suffering an injury when he was hit with a foul tip in the groin. Because of the lack of modern medical attention, the injury plagued him throughout the rest of his life along with cutting his career short.
Oh where are we going? Oh where have we been? Our hush-a-bye angel, she's safe and tucked in. I drive around town, while
you sit and watch the rain. There's what you think with your heart and what I feel with my brain. For those who plant
nothing but the seeds of the falling there is a phone booth in heaven that no one is calling. It sits on a highway that
leads nowhere. I'll drop you a line next time I find myself there. Remembering them days, how we wore our weakness well.
There's some say that heaven can't exist without hell, well if the proof's in the pudding, and that axiom's true, somehow
the heart of the matter escaped me and you. For those who plant nothing but the seeds of the falling there is a phone
booth in heaven that no one is calling. Though the ghosts of redemption might whisper odd promises, I for one don't put
much faith in them specters. Now the blueprint for sorrow is just to put off the hurt 'til the price of tomorrow becomes
more than love's worth. 'Til what's begged and what's stole is just the hollow remains of some beautiful failure that we
cling to in vain. For those who plant nothing but the seeds of the falling there is a phone booth in heaven that no one is
calling. The truest word heard there is the word that's unspoken 'cause you can't mend what the Good Lord designed to be
broken. Oh where are we going? My darling oh where? Our sweetheart's in dreamland, please let her stay there. We are two