Certain images remain in the brain forever, and To this day, all it takes is the sight of those vintage 1970s covers to bring back the thrill. So long as a dick dangles unhampered by the confines of clothing, a queer man will be there.
Gay men in particular, and maybe a few confused straight men. But in the demographics of loins, the target audience was the mirror Ostensibly, Playgirl was marketed toward the urban, upper- middle- class, liberated groovy chick. It was a lifeline to our sexual existence. Women.' But for me, and no doubt for an entire nation of miserably closeted small-town gay boys, it was nothing of the kind. (and where would I have found that in upstate New York?). Impossibility, anyway, where I grew up), my sole outlet was the onlyįull-color magazine to feature fully nude men, short of hardcore gay porn
Too stricken to act on it (which seemed an Inwardly I was burning up from the flames of shame, for it was men I craved. Twenty-plus years ago, I was just hitting puberty, outwardly shining, an altar boy, an honors student. He was probably the biggest of all the Playgirl's Men of the Year - and by that I mean most popular, but come to think of it, his dick was pretty large, too.
