So I have current customer writing about his experience as coming out as gay in San Fransico in the 1970s. He wants to write it as a campy, funny bildungsroman I believe is the term. Except he can't do funny, so he's hired me to add humour and campness to his memoirs.
I feel the need to share a short extract from my sweding of his early adventures in a gay bath house, in this case a discussion with a friend on why he thinks his skininess makes him unattractive.
""What if you can't overcome these feelings? You'll be reduced to dressing as a tranny when the fleets in town and hoping you get a sailor, drunk and horny enough to think he's scoring with Karen Carpenter"
"Oh God, I have to."
"Jesus you want to be f**ked dressed like Karen Carpenter? Karen only likes that if it's Richard banging her drum... I mean you need to do something about this"