Can the internet make small-town gay life fulfilling?
Matty’s Stadium Tavern was my hometown gay bar, open two nights a week, with all its windows “discreetly” painted black. Olean, NY had 20,000 people, the biggest “city” in 50 miles. Outside of that was Portville, a “suburb” with 1500 people, and outside of THAT was Westons Mills, my real hometown, with about 700 people. By the time I was 16 or 17 I knew I was headed for the big city, New York or LA–in the meantime I used to nervously pace along that sidewalk in front of the Stadium Tavern, hoping to catch a glimpse of a real live homo like me. One night I was lucky enough to happen upon some FOR REAL sidewalk drama–two guys were having a lovers’ spat right there on the street. “I can’t believe you were s*cking his D*CK–f*cking piece of SHIT!!”, the taller cuter one was yelling. The sight of that screaming all-boy bitch fight sent me RIGHT home to wank off, and dream about all the gay boys I’d see someday on the sidewalks of the big city. In the 1970’s anyway, being a young gay (or t
