ABSTRACT
I was readying myself for bed late one Tuesday evening when my phone rang. Exhausted from the long, busy day, I barely had enough energy to answer it by the third ring. What I heard, however, immediately jolted me out of my prebedtime trance and electrified my imagination in excitement and disbelief. Daryl Herrschaft, my colleague at the Human Rights Campaign (HRC), frantically yelled into the receiver, "Wayne, get down here now. Now! I'm not 100 percent sure, but I think John Paulk is in Mr. P's," a well-known gay bar in Washington's heavily gay Dupont Circle area.1
