I moved to Indiana University to work on my M.A. in English. One night -- Saturday, September 25th, to be exact -- I bolstered my courage enough to walk the mile or so into downtown Bloomington and go into adult bookstore. The clerk, an obese man in a dirty t-shirt, was watching Love Boat on a small black-and-white tv set. I asked "Do you have anything gay?" and without looking up he jerked his thumb toward a rack near the bathroom. It contained straight softcore porn like Playboy and Penthouse, but also the gay news magazines The Advocate, Christopher Street, and In Touch -- plus, on a bottom shelf, the directory, The Gayellow Pages.
But he was well over 30 when he married, the article stated, and he picked Diana seemingly at random. His mother, Queen Elizabeth, no doubt pressured him into it. It was a screen.
At the time, I thought that gay people were physically, emotionally, and spiritually unable to engage in heterosexual relations, even as a screen, so I was astonished.
See also: My First Visit to an Adult Bookstore