The radical politics, sexual rebellion, and theatrical extravagance of a spontaneously combusting gender-bending San Francisco troupe, remembered here by one of its founding members. The Cockettes high-stepped themselves into history with a flamboyant dance routine in drag and glitter on New Year’s Eve 1970 at the Palace Theater in North Beach, California. they were lavish and excessive, part of an era that commingled the serious and the puckish. The Cockettes had a thing or two to say about gender politics and the sexual orientation of society, but they specialtized in high camp; their capricious autonomy and jubilant celebration of life were unfettered by, well, almost anything. Tent taps the collective memories of those from the troupe who remain alive and willing to talk, weaving it all together with impressive thoroughness. into a period of merely 30 months, she packs in an amazing number of people, drugs, happenings, and relationships. Sharp and still very much her own person, the author will draw on a little astology to explain someone’s behavior, happily defend the players’ antics, and just as happily berate the morons and the deadbeats who travestied the creative, subversive energy of the time. She carefully describes the Cockettes’ free-style theater, its parodies of romance and success, the fun and absurdity of its politcal incorrectiness. She also sesitvely explores the nuances of group dynamics and the company’s break-up: one faction wanted the routines to get more polished and artful; another led by the force-of-nature Hibiscus, “wanted nothing more than to live as a family, staging shows simply to amuse each other.” Tent wound up in the Detroit General Hospital psychiatric ward, but lived to tell this strange tale. She is now an accountant in the Bay Area. Tent’s vivid, total-recall memoir gives a touch of permancency to a band that played hard, got dirty, lived fast, and died at two-and-a-half.
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