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               He glorifies one type of American gay man, same as you, as if there is no
               other kind to glorify. I don’t like Colt’s buffed, fluffed, powdered male
               ‘modelles.’ I don’t buy into the so-called ‘Straight Look’ impersonated by
               butch faggots.”
                  “Colt’s not selling straight so much as he’s peddling homomasculine
               photographs.”
                  “Give me a break. All you homomasculinists, trying to pass as
               straight, are as much traitors as blacks passing for white, or Jews like me
               who change their names from ‘Katz’ to ‘Keats.’ What you are, you are.”
                  “But what if some gay boy is more ‘Keats’ than ‘Katz’? Colt is what
               some of us are. Colt glorifies an ideal. If it takes exaggeration of masculin-
               ity to teach sissies the alternatives of homomasculinity, I love it.”
                  “That’s the trouble with gay porn. Exaggeration. It’s incorrect, psycho-
               logically, and, maybe, as the dykes would say, politically. It idealizes the
               impossible. Big muscles. Big dicks. Big Looks.”
                  “So you hate Plato? Everybody needs an image to worship and admire.
               Colt’s men should be on Wheaties boxes.”
                  “Ain’t you the kid!” Solly said.
                  “Yeah. I’m the kid who, long before I knew homosexuality existed,
               wanted to grow up to be like my heroes.”
                  “Spare me your Norman Rockwell idealism. My tapes are jerk-off
               videos, not training films.”
                  “In porno, a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, or what’s a camera
               for?”
                  “You don’t get it, do you?”
                  “Cut to your point.”
                  “Porn stars aren’t meant to be role models.”
                  “But they are, Blanche, but they are!”
                  “That’s the problem.”
                  “I guess I don’t get it, do I?” Ryan said.
                  “Colt puts pressure on ordinary gay men that makes them feel bad
               about themselves because they don’t match the Colt Ideal. Look how that
               tension got you involved with Kick. You fell in-love with a man on a box
               of flakes.”
                  “That’s a bit cold.”
                  “Frankly, my dear, I don’t like pornographers who hire gay men to
               pretend they’re straight. My models actually are straight. Tough. Rough.
               Crude. Straight trade. I don’t like men good-looking enough to sell
               beer and cigarettes in ads. I like the men who buy alcohol, tobacco, and
               firearms.”

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