ABSTRACT
Warren Johansson was, quite simply, the most extraordinary person I have ever known. Although a good number of our other pioneers in the homophile movement combined keen intellect and passionate commitment with various forms of eccentricity, none, in my opinion, matched Warren’s mélange of brilliance, erudition, generosity, and mystery. As all who knew him well can attest, he was a gay cabalist par excellence, a labyrinth of profundities and secrets. I spent much time with him for almost a decade, during the last half of which he lived in my house, yet for years I did not even know his real name. To this day, eight years after his death, he remains a fascinating enigma.
