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We had a short conversation and he went back to his group. However it never made sense to me, how it was that he seemingly so straight and conservative could be hooked up with this ostentatious Sylvester; who was a member at that time of The Cockettes, which were a bunch of hippies gay and straight, who put on late night once a week semi-famous outrageous musicals, in costumes, drag and glitter at the Palace Theater in North Beach. Sylvester would become a somewhat semi-famous gay drag performer and the so called 'Queen of Disco' as well as sing soul.
Maybe it was August of '68, I moved to another small room in a hotel in North Beach, across the street from Washington Square Park, and across the grass green mall from Saints Peter and Paul Church, a double spired edifice, of a shade of white which took various colored-tones, with the changing sunlight, which shown directly upon it, and which had a massive front door and steps. At noon everyday the bells were rung as a musical composition of sorts, and on certain days lasting maybe ten minutes or longer. I noticed one day a guy stretching and doing dance postures wearing leotards just before noon. Sure enough when the bells started, he danced to the tolling across the park grass. I later learned some years later he was a highly unorthodox and serious professional dancer, who might dance to any collection of organized sound composition, like would guess even a rail-road train. I first saw him dancing in front of a music store, that was blasting music from speakers mounted on the store face-front on Market Street, in that summer of my arrival. Generally speaking, when one runs across these type of people, one dismisses them without a thought as probably drugged-out crazies.
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