The Huffington Post some time ago published a story on how a majority of LGBT youth are harassed or feel unsafe in in gym class. Whether the harassment is tied into actual athletic ability or physical coordination was not clear (discrimination by morally conservative coaches based on their views on being gay, regardless if the students plays well or not, seems to be more the focus there).
For brain candy, I often turn to TLC and its exploitative “reality shows” which seems in some ways to replace the live “freak shows” located outside of circus tents. One of my current favorites is “Extreme Cheapskates.”
They were a world all their own in the days before Craiglist and Grindr and Scruff.
I remember when you had to run print ones in newspapers and magazines, and there was this elaborate procedure involving ad numbers and passwords for calling in to see if you got any messages. If you wanted a picture, you were prepared to pay for it, handsomely.
And close to the personal sections there were so many of those 1-800 numbers like “The Leather Line” advertised where you could get a person, I guess, if you didn't want to wait for a response. That was as close to immediate gratification you could get in those days without leaving the house to try and find a hook up at a bar.
Daddy the magazine, with its clever subtitle "Prime Beef, Aged to Perfection," appeared in late 1989 as a quarterly, digest-sized publication.
The magazine has consistently focused on the erotic appeal of the older man/father-figure and his relationship with a younger man through fiction, artwork, and photographs of models.
I'll start with a cliché: a picture is worth a thousand words.
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