I’d always heard that you could find anything you wanted in Las
Vegas, but I didn’t believe that it could be true until I had to
take a business trip there in the fall of ’88 for a convention.

I’d been in town for a day and had stopped in at one of the Adult
25-cent Peep Shows. I was really disappointed to find out that the
stall doors had been cut off so that they only hid the face of the
occupants. You couldn’t even jack-off and watch the movies. The gay
mag selection was fabulous. I just love …