Those who've privately wondered if they'll ever find love can take a lesson from Rusty McMann. “For every type of attraction there’s a market to be tapped,” McMann writes in explaining what it’s like to be a fat, Birkenstock-clad call “bear” in Las Vegas. The 6-foot-3, 245-pound prostitute says his red flattop and tacky Target shorts are value-added for men who come to Sin City looking to buy “skin time” with other men.
“Allow me to let you in on one of the dirty little secrets of human sexuality,” McMann—of the gay subspecies of “bigger, hairier men”—writes for Salon. “Hardly anyone (except for the very stupid and very lazy) has ever accepted the ideals of beauty and/or desirability as set forth by their respective cultures’ Fashionable Intelligence.” His clients come from all walks of life and many parts of the world. “Add to that the opportunity to live out a fantasy,” McMann crows, “and, as I like to say, ‘what happens in Vegas ... is dick.’” (More gay stories.)
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