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Scrumbly
Scrumbly was a founding member of the Cockettes, wrote all the original music and was the defacto director/father figure of the Cockettes. He's still making music and performing all over San Francisco; Scrumbly's personal showbiz website has a bio, lots of pics, and a few song samples.
 
Robert Altman
Some of Robert Altman's photographs of the Cockettes.
 
The Cockettes: A Feature Length Documentary Film By David Weissman and Bill Weber
As the psychedelic San Francisco of the '60's began evolving into the gay San Francisco of the '70's, The Cockettes, a flamboyant ensemble of hippies (women, gay men, and babies) decked themselves out in gender-bending drag and tons of glitter for a series of legendary midnight musicals at the Palace Theater in North Beach. With titles like "Tinsel Tarts in a Hot Coma" and "Pearls over Shanghai", these all singing, all dancing extravaganzas featured elaborate costumes, rebellious sexuality, and exuberant chaos.
 
metacritic.com
Joe Morgenstern, reviewing the documentary for the Wall Street Journal, wrote: "Looks like Weimar decadence and feels like down-home friendship." Yes, the WSJ now grooves on the Cockettes. It's official. The bourgeoisie have become unshockable.

Read what other major film critics wrote.

 
The Cockettes: Rise and Fall of the Acid Queens
For a few glittering years, they were the world's most celebrated gender-benders. In his forthcoming film about the legendary performers, David Weissman tells one of the West's wildest stories.

By Douglas Cruickshank for salon.com

 
I Was a Female Cockette
May is Cockettes Month in San Francisco. Bill Weber and David Weissman’s film on the gender-bending theatrical troupe is playing at the Castro Theater, with a companion exhibition at the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts. North Beach photographer Jean Dierkes-Carlisle describes what it was like to be there.

By Betsey Culp for the San Francisco Call