Well.....yeah. The gays couldn't be known as being gay. Being gay back then was a path to violence.
Whereas the straight guys in show business couldn't dress like straight guys because......uh......cocaine?
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Well.....yeah. The gays couldn't be known as being gay. Being gay back then was a path to violence.
Whereas the straight guys in show business couldn't dress like straight guys because......uh......cocaine?
Yeah, mostly cocaine.
Plus all the anal sex with men
We need to bring back the anal sex with men
I wasn't aware it ever went away.
they all transitioned
into enjoying it more openly
I DO COCAINE!

We need to bring back cocaine.
cocaine is alive and well ... but in the c suite
The dream of the 80s is alive in the board room.
Let's not promote drugs that affect the brain's reward system directly and have a high chance of destroying internal organs.
No, cocaine is cheaper and better quality and more easily available than ever.
People need some cocaine as a treat 🤤
And also, my gaydar still pings louder for lefty vs righty.
Back in the mid 80s I did a co-op with an organization in Atlanta that was similar to Habitat for Humanity but smaller and far less competent. That summer we hired this enormous 6'4" farm boy from rural Georgia as a carpenter. He was naturally a typical redneck which I assumed was going to be a problem since our crew was run by two lesbians. As it turned out, Scott's sense of loyalty to the people he was with overcame his conservatism and he was cool with it.
Scott's idea of fun was to get into bar fights. Every Monday he would come to work with a black eye or two and maybe a busted lip; given his size I always assumed the other guy was dead. His best friend on the crew was a guy who played guitar in a hair metal band, and Scott started borrowing this guy's red leather pants and matching vest and going to college bars in downtown Atlanta. Guys there would assume he was gay and start shit with him and Scott would obligingly beat the shit out of them. I don't really condone violence, but Scott's actions here didn't make me lose a lot of sleep.
That Atlanta is dead and long gone at this point. The yuppie gentrifiers have destroyed the character of the city. The weirdos are dead and gone—bulldozed and paved over and forced out.
Scott's sense of loyalty to the people he was with overcame his conservatism and he was cool with it.
Pretty typical of the con mindset, not being able to care about something unless it affects them personally. It's obviously better than not accepting it at all but even Cheney was for gay rights bc of his daughter.
It's really not that typicality. It just gets highlighted when it happens.

Reminds me of the hair metal section from Metal : a headbanger's journey :
The previous shoot we did all leather and spikes, and the next one we wanted to do something different, so we did all frilly stuff
I am very confused by this, and I don't mean it like that
Listen to some Hanoi Rocks and all will be clear.