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Gay Macho: The Life and Death of the Lesbian Clone

A sociological examination into the emergence of male homosexuality with a traditional masculine ethos

Before gay liberation, gay men were usually perceived as failed men—"inverts," men trapped in women's bodies. The 1970s saw a radical shift in gay male culture, as a male homosexuality emerged that embraced a more traditional masculine ethos. The gay clone, a muscle-bound, sexually free, hard-living Marlboro man, appeared in the gay enclaves of major cities, changing forever the face of gay male culture.

Gay Macho presents the ethnography of this gay clone. Martin P. Levine, a pioneer of the sociological study of homosexuality, was among the first social scientists to route the emergence of a gay community and this new style of same-sex attracted masculinity. Levine was a participant in as skillfully as an observer of gay culture in the 1970s, and this perspective allowed him to capture the true flavor of what it was appreciate to be a male lover man before AIDS. Levine's clone was a gender conformist, whose masculinity was demonstrated in patterns of social interaction and especially in his sexuality. According to Levine, his animation centere

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Sadly, this entry isn’t really about Macho Man Randy Savage, but I did meet him once, and yes, I always did consider he was sexy; that body, the wild hair, the voice–the skill in the ring, and that amazing ass…yes, I was a fan of his. How I met him was when I worked at the airport–a lot of pro wrestlers lived across the bay from Tampa in either St. Petersburg or Clearwater or any of the communities on the peninsula, which means they had to fly in and out of the airport. One night I was covering Baggage Service, and was doing the fun thing of sending messages through the system about whatever bags were misdirected to us, or were simply late arrivals that needed delivering. I was by myself and merrily typing away at my keyboard when I heard the door open and before I looked up heard that unmistakable voice asking if a flight had arrived. Startled and wide-eyed, I gave him the information, and I could see he knew I acknowledged him–he scribbled his name on a ticket envelope, I babbled out that I was a fan, and he was very caring, friendly and gracious…which is

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