Watched a movie about the Cockettes last night with Gary. Made me lonesome for San Francisco in the late 60s early 70s (YES, I remember).

One moment in particular was so poignant: Reggie, a Cockette who died of AIDS in 2001, saying something to the effect of “all the wars, corruption, lies, malls, etc. — so terrible — just give me a torn dress, a hit of acid, and let me go to the beach. that’s all i need. that’s a lot!”