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As with all personal and public histories, telling the story of the Cockettes and their era requires stepping back a bit further into the past to dig at its roots. And there we find not the hippie 1960s, but the beatnik '50s, for the story begins not in San Francisco but Chicago, where a considerable stink was raised in 1958 when the University of Chicago's Chicago Review tried to publish some excerpts from something called Naked Lunch. Student editor Irving Rosenthal left in protest to found a magazine called Big Table, offering more of this Lunch, written by an ex-boyfriend of his named William Burroughs. The authorities confiscated the magazine, an obscenity trial took place, and Burroughs's future fame was sealed.
Rosenthal went on to further infamy as one of the stars of Jack Smith's classic "underground movie" Flaming Creatures. But his most important artistic achievement was his book Sheeper (Grove Press, 1967, and, sadly, long out of print), a part essay, part roman à clef about Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg, Alexander Trocchi and a host of other louche literary lights. By then, Rosenthal had fallen in love with an incredibly beautiful young man named George Harris, and they moved to San Francisco. On the way, they stopped in Washington, D.C., to attend an anti-Vietnam War rally, resulting in one of the key images of the era -- a man with long, blond hair placing a flower into the barrel of a National Guardsman's rifle. That blonde was George Harris. In San Francisco, Harris rechristened himself Hibiscus. But then he and Rosenthal had a parting of the ways and Hibiscus moved from the commune they'd started -- "Kaliflower" -- to another of the city's communes, which eventually became the home of the Cockettes.
What were the Cockettes? They're still trying to figure it out. As the story is recounted by such group members as Dusty Dawn, Goldie Glitters, John Flowers, Marshall, Scrumbly, Rumi, Jilala, Kreemah Ritz, Sweet Pam and Fayette, it began as a Hibiscus creation and grew into a many-tentacled creature of its own device. Inspired by Warner Bros. musicals seen under the influence of copious doses of LSD, Hibiscus thought it would be a good idea to put on shows at the Palace Theater along with the old films they showed there -- much the way James Cagney created "prologues" in Footlight Parade. But instead of Busby Berkeley chorus cuties, the Cockettes offered bearded drag queens in tattered thrift-store finery. Singing old Broadway show tunes and tagging on suggestions of plot and character, the troupe made shows whose titles say it all: "Tinsel Tarts in a Hot Coma," and "Journey to the Center of Uranus." The city -- gay and straight -- loved it. And part of that is because the Cockettes, while gay, were not exclusively so. Sweet Pam, Dusty Dawn and Fayette were (and still are) females. And Marshall was and is gay in every way but one: He sleeps with women. "It was total sexual anarchy -- which is always a wonderful thing," says John Waters, who first found a home-away-from-Baltimore at the Palace when it played Multiple Maniacs, his precursor to Pink Flamingos. It's a measure of the group's effect that Waters's star, drag legend Divine -- still plain old Glenn Milstead at the time -- decided that he wanted to be Divine 24/7 after meeting the Cockettes.
But by then the big question was, as one San Francisco headline put it, "Will Success Spoil Mediocrity?" Hibiscus wanted free shows; other troupe members wanted to be paid. Then one night, Rex Reed, Truman Capote and Lee Radziwill saw the show, and Reed, who had a nationally syndicated column, hailed the Cockettes as the Next Big Thing. So entrepreneur Earl Weston decided to bring the gang to New York. Hibiscus was against it and quit the troupe, which opened without him at the Yiddish Anderson Theater in New York in 1971, playing to an audience that mixed uptown and downtown in an unprecedented way that Studio 54 would later try to duplicate. It was an unforgettable night, with Helmut Berger, Robert Rauschenberg and an endless parade of luminaries that included Leonard Bernstein and John Lennon making its way through a crowd of gay Lower East Side hippies.
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