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             from Paul Gerrior doing brilliantly in real life in real time what everyone
             thought was acting on screen. He knew exactly what I was doing and he
             knew exactly what he was doing, and without so much as either of us
             acknowledging the other and breaking the fourth wall, I shot him, peeling
             wires, his biceps naturally flexing, his big hairy pecs working, for over
             twenty minutes to fix his real image on two four-minute reels of silent,
             color film. I did not interrupt him and he did not interrupt me. We both
             seemed, locked into that street scene, bonded, two artists knowing exactly
             what the other one was creating. Had the perfect voyeur found the perfect
             exhibitionist?
                It was not until Sunday, June 24, 1979 — the zenith summer of my
             three years of editing Drummer — that we converged in the same bed.



                When a famous porn star and a famous bodybuilder cruise each
             other on the public promenade of 18  and Castro, hook up, and leave
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             together entourage with a known magazine editor, that’s newsworthy on
             the Richter Scale! Heads turn; paparazzi shoot; phones ring; gossip ripples
             with aftershocks.


                On a hyper-cruisy Sunday afternoon, standing outside the Elephant
             Walk bar at 18  and Castro, my lover-bodybuilder Jim Enger and I saw
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             Paul Gerrior and his friend Craig Caswell walking up the crowded side-
             walk toward us. (Caswell — whose name I think is correct — and I were
             lucky enough each to be half of a very public couple.) It was a fireball of
             energy when Gerrior and Enger saw each other. Fifteen minutes later,
             the four of us were mixed into an only-in-the-70s performance on my
             bed at my house on 25  Street. Let me backtrack for a moment. This is
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             the way it is with worship: before the four of us went to the bedroom, I
             had Jim Enger stall our guests while I excused myself in a stealth move
             to take Paul Gerrior’s photograph off the wall over the bed where I had
             kept it from 1972 and keep it even today, so perfectly the Platonic Ideal of
             the archetypal man was he to me. My Paul Gerrior film still exists. (The
             color photograph of Ledermeister called “Stoner” was by Jim French, Colt
             Studio, and was published in the centerfold of Queen’s Quarterly, January-
             February 1972.)
                Here I discreetly draw the curtain across our private theatrical (which
             was an archetypal 180-degree antithesis from the stereotypical The Boys
             in the Band), but my beige designer sheets with the one bold red stripe
             next to the one bold green stripe, like a madeleine from Proust, have been
             saved as holy relics which to this day have never been used again, or

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