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                                       Chapter 6

                                    DUTCH TREAT
                            WHO’S DRIVING DRUMMER?

                •  Post-Homophobic Stress Disorder (PHSD) and
                    Reparations to Gay Folk
                •   The McCarren Act (1950) Legalizing USA Censorship and
                    American Concentration Camps Has Never Been Repealed
                •  Drummer: “The American Review of Gay Popular
                    Culture” and Other Tag Lines
                •  Wickie Stamps, the Second Female editor of Drummer
                •  Robert Davolt: The Last Editor of Drummer
                •  Embry’s Unsustainable Drummer: The Cancer of Two
                    Lovers, an Office Full of Fistfuckers, and One Colostomy
                •  The Drummer Personal Ads Were the “Facebook” of
                    Their Time

                    “Sometimes it almost seems as if the universe was designed
                                  by the Marquis de Sade.”
                         —Tennessee Williams, The Night of the Iguana

             Following almost a year of ailments, John Embry had cancer surgery March
             16, 1979. If illness can be caused psychosomatically, or even if it is simply
             symbolic, was the cancer eating Embry’s guts during the Summer-Fall of
             1978 and the Winter-Spring of 1979 caused by the LAPD? By that I mean to
             indict American homophobia as a direct cause of cradle-to-grave gay mental
             anxiety, physical illness, and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. The psychoso-
             matic template around Embry’s personal disease foreshadowed the intersec-
             tion of government denial and medical neglect of the physical suffering and
             societal tensions around AIDS which was a homophobe’s dream disease.
                In the free-love 1970s, we were young and callow enough to meet up
             in the crowded waiting room of the San Francisco Health Department and
             joke, like Stephen Sondheim’s “Gee, Officer Krupke,” about penicillin and
             our social diseases which somehow mystically bonded us. In the uptight
             1980s, the joke was on us when homophobic AIDS hysteria reminded us

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