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38                                      Jack Fritscher, Ph.D.

            More significantly, having drawn me out into the larger world, I became
            something of an accomplice, collaborator, and ally. I could time and again
            recognize in Drummer the best moments of our trips, and tricks, and
            travels in the night. The details weren’t offered as gossip, however, but
            as part of a larger erotic epic, presented without gratuitous first person
            pronouns, or names. Drummer wasn’t about Jack, or myself, or his many,
            many friends and contacts. It was, in fact, a means of leveling the playing
            field. If I had sex with dangerous, heavily tattooed cigar-smoking ex-cons,
            who slapped and choked me while calling me “faggot” and threatening
            me (and more, for a very modest fee), Drummer was there to let other guys
            with the same interest in on the game, judgment free. Not everyone’s cup
            of tea, but somewhere this honest revelation would prompt a lot of other
            men to blissfully walk around stiff-legged for days on end.
               Jack wrote a roman a clef about San Francisco in the 70s called Some
            Dance To Remember, which is in many ways “the Drummer novel.” Woven
            into the intimate, documentary fiction style of the book, are moments and
            stories from my own life as an avant-garde artist existing near the perilous
            edge that Jack found suitable to progress the encompassing narrative. I
            was pleased to recognize aspects of my life, true even when unflatter-
            ing, reflected back to me from the character of porn mogul, Solly Blue.
            In Some Dance, where things born of truth are retold as fiction, it is a
            reasonable speculation that Some Dance’s fictional magazine, Maneuvers,
            opens a window into some true moments and times between the covers
            of the real Drummer. As witness to the actual march of time, and like an
            Uncle who watched the novel develop even through the awkward years,
            I confidently suggest that no other book, fiction or nonfiction, not even
            Armistead Maupin, has sorted out, packaged up, and then delivered back
            the 70s era of gay, and sexual, liberation in San Francisco, with greater
            dramatic detail, historic accuracy, or sensitivity for the time itself.
            SMOKIN’ A J WITH DA’ BAD BOYS:

            Memories overflow and fill the room as I recall just a few of our exploits.
            One Christmas day gathered at Jack’s home, I was accompanied by a tall
            bank robber (a recent pen pal who had written scorching sexual promises),
            just hours off the Greyhound, paroled from Walla Walla State Pen the
            prior day. I was very keyed up, eager to commence the blistering encounters
            pledged in his letters, to submit myself to the frenzied  physical  aggression,

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