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Age 11 — Grandpa Turned Me Gay
The innocent allure of International Male magazine
I was only 11, sitting on grandpa’s front porch when the mail arrived. After sifting and sorting, he approached me with a magazine from the stack.
“More junk mail. I’m not sure why this came, do you want it?”
It was a copy of International Male, a 1980's men’s clothing catalogue.
I took hold of it. Grandpa had just handed liquid gold to the only grandson who went on to become a gay man. I paged through. The chests. The chiseled faces. And most unique of all, the four-page spread of underwear, a crotch-shot heaven of colorful options.
I decided to hold onto the magazine — you know, for the clothes.
Gay, bi or questioning men of a certain age will remember International Male — it was like GQ without the articles, and with a bit more skin. Kind of like Abercrombie in the early 2000's but not so blatantly sexual. It was more European, more over-the-top fashion.
The term metrosexual was a decade away from being coined, so even the least discerning eye could pronounce the magazine as “pretty gay” or just simply “not my style.” It was as if Ralph Lauren ads came to life with daring touches.
