It was just what they said, and if it meant some extra money in my pocket while I sat there shirtless, so be it.īut other scholars have examined such remarks, thereby illuminating a benighted piece of my past. Although I was studying to become a cultural historian, I was too poor and too confused to give their comments much consideration. They told me this in gym locker rooms, via countless unsolicited messages on Twitter, and in the chatroom of the webcam service for which I occasionally performed during my leaner years in graduate school.
