The Priceless Larry Flynt

The outings of closeted, gay but anti-gay Republicans continue. Thanks to take-no-prisoners Larry Flynt, who--it's been suggested--hired young men to be available to Republican leaders during the New York convention.

I have a first-hand account of such things happening. No, I wasn't one of the rentable young men, but I did witness an older Republican fellow in my hotel escorting a young man to his room. The amusing part happened already in the lobby. Because of heightened security, all guests needed ID and a special keycard. Visitors of guests--hired boys included--needed to be escorted, in an ironic twist.

I listened to their awkward banter on the elevator:

Republican Daddy: So, you got here sooner than I expected.

Twink Boy Toy: Yeah.

Republican Daddy: Very fast. Really.

Twink Boy Toy: Yeah, the cab was quick.

(longer awkward pause)

Twink Boy Toy: No traffic.


Ding. My floor! And I left the two love birds to their own.