ABSTRACT
What, I often thought during the four years I lived in Tehran, would all those Iranians do without us foreigners?
Now, with the Shah out and the Ayatollah in, I wonder about that more than ever.
Looking back to the vanished prerevolutionary Iran I knew and loved and hated, I can see in retrospect that the mutually dependent, complex relations between gay foreigner and Iranian male were part of a much larger collision between East and West.
