Total sour grapes. I think this was inspired by conversations at a series of PRO Coffees in the 1980s.
So if you talk with me at a kaffeeklatsch, how can you tell if I'm squirrelling away your words for a future comic strip? Answer: it's easy. I never stop.
There's definitely a gay way to watch football. Beats six guys with pizza and a keg in a man cave.
Are we going to need historical context on this one?
HTLV-III was an early name for the AIDS virus.
Early in the AIDS crisis there was a push to track sex partners in an effort to control the virus' spread (is this still done?) Naturally gay men were reluctant to disclose this information, especially to a governmental agency -- so they gave fake names.
If there's any justice in the world, I hope nobody remembers who the hell Jerry Falwell was.
In the pre-AIDS era gay men didn't have much use for condoms. Okay, it's an exaggeration that Vernon doesn't know what one is.
Obviously gay men didn't need them for birth control. Occasionally gay men would use them as protection against VD. AIDS changed that, with Duchess as a safe sex educator, applying his usual charm.
Safe, but the sex leaves something to be desired. Real helpful advice, that's me.
All of a sudden Jeff is interested in books! What gives?
Jeff's attention span to be a superhero turns out to be short lived. And he also turns out to have more self awareness that I might have given him credit for.
I could have done a great deal more with this story line and probably should have. In fact, I did in Gay Comics.
Plus I do still know how to draw...