It would be a fine challenge, to explain why straight men buy sex. Marc wasn’t sure people other than his deep thinker of a boyfriend would be interested to know. Wouldn’t they just reject it as immoral? People were so quick to judge.
He didn’t have a sweet clue how to write about any of this for his audience. The Gazette was a family newspaper. It didn’t swear. It used asterisks in shit. Sh*t, it spelled. It said things like “the N-word” and “f bombs” as though not fully spelling out words was a clever dodge. Look ma, I’m not swearing. I’m just… swearing with asterisks. But that’s not like swearing-swearing, right? I’m still a fine upstanding writer, if I say so myself.