I was walking down Castro Street yesterday (transferring to another bus,
not patronizing the Crisco Disco), and I walked by a gay bookstore and
paused to check out its window display.  As I mentioned previously, gay
literature and cinema consists solely of pornography, and of course that
was all I saw in the window.  I didn't enter the store, but if they
carried anything non-pornographic it was likely limited to Barbra
Streisand albums and posters.

Oh, and the highlight was the video titled "Bareback Mountain."  A few
months ago we were all making the obvious joke along the lines of
"bareback mounting" and someone certainly used "bareback mountain" and
of course it was an obvious pun name for a porn movie.