The porn industry is not what it once was. DVD’s have taken the thrill out of naked bodies. The internet provides more free previews of sex than it does literature worth reading. The porn industry is suffering now, like everything else affected by the recent spanking of Wall Street’s bubble butt. I’m convinced that the problem with our economy and the porn industry is computers and the internet. Everything on-line is so free and cheap.
Although I spent countless years regretting my appearance on the cover of Honcho Magazine, I have learned to embrace the beauty of my youth, years later when I read my own reviews inside a mainstream publication.
“Meet Joe from Iowa. The nine inch power bottom.”
“Joe likes older men. Bears!”
I made $800 for doing that cover and inside spread. My friend, Jose got me the gig. He worked as a office assistant/ fluffer for the publisher of Honcho Magazine and a host of other once popular gay porn tabloids. I begged Jose to get me in the magazine. He said I was such a whore, yet loved me all the more and somehow managed to arrange a photo shoot. Two months later, I was on the cover of magazines in the gay neighborhoods of Chelsea and the West Village, here in New York City. I never stopped to realize that the magazine was on the west coast too, in places like LA and San Francisco.
The magazine never made me famous. Very few ever “star spotted” me. The $800 was nice at the time. I really didn’t care. I was beautiful and loved showing off, especially in front of a camera lense.
What a summer that was. It was a time before the internet age when free nudity is everywhere. There I was, a sexy gay man, ‘published’, in a real magazine.
I promised myself when buying ten copies of that magazine that one day, I would appear as a writer in one…
