I recall, when I joined the Gay Community in Southern California, in 1984, I ran across a stash of Drummer Magazines from the early 80’s. I had seen “Cruising”, starring Al Pacino, in 1980, and thought it was really cool, once you get past the violent murder aspect. “Where do I join?”, was my attitude. But then I read the Drummer Magazines and started going to leather bars, like The Gauntlett II and The One Way. The guys were often attractive to look at, but the sex left me cold. Leather/Bondage/SM is a lot of work to get laid in my opinion. It’s a big world, plenty of room for everybody, but not for me, thanks. The thing that struck me about the fiction in the Drummer magazines was that the guys had to go through all this torture to get elusive flashes of love. Why not just go for the love? That’s what my art is about; going for the love. It took me almost 30 years to realize this: I want love with my sex. Otherwise it doesn’t work for me. This makes casual encounters really messy. LOL (not)