Back when I lived near Ocala, Florida, in my early twenties, I had a friend named Kristi. She worked in the floral department of one of the grocery stores in town. We all liked Kristi because there was never a dull moment when she was around. She had a bit of a nutty streak to her and she was sometimes referred to as Crazy Kristi when someone needed to clarify which Kristi they were talking about.
One day I was hanging out with my friend John and we decided to pay Kristi a visit. As we're talking she grabs a stack of magazines and hands them to us. The magazine is called Manscape and it's full of gay erotica. There were even illustrations. She said that the magazine vendor at the store she worked at brought a box that was supposed to be full of Horoscope magazine, but apparently someone read it wrong and put Manscape there instead. Since the store obviously couldn't sell them, and the vendor was unable to take them back for some reason, she asked if she could have them and the store manager let her keep them.
John and I were going to Orlando that night so we took a couple copies with us...
We used to go to this nightclub in Orlando called Visage. On that particular night they played a lot of music from the 1980s and had all you can drink well drinks for a five dollar cover. Don't be too impressed, the booze was all wine-based, not real liquor. During our time as regulars there, we befriended a gay man named Brendan, who always dressed in Victorian style clothing and danced rather expressively.
Brendan didn't like us at first. Well, he mainly didn't like John, as he was somewhat adversarial to gay people back then. Nothing he did was particularly vicious or anything, he'd just sit down next to him and say something like: "There sure are a lot of fags here tonight." It was basically just to get a reaction, which it usually did in the form of an annoyed expression with an eye roll.
Eventually Brendan figured out our crew was basically harmless, and just a bunch of obnoxious, anti-social punk rocker types. We'd come into the club and see him and wave and he'd give us a sarcastic "Oh God, you again" look but then we'd hang out and be friendly. So of course we decided that we'd give Brendan a copy of Manscape to make up for all the ribbing John put him through.
I think Brendan already had a couple drinks in him when we got there. He was sitting on a drum riser against the wall of the club. John hands Brendan his gift and Brendan looks at it for a second and says "What is this? Manscape?" He flips through some of the pages and an appalled expression crosses his face. "Oh my God, this is disgusting! Where did you get this? Why did you give this to me?" He throws it down next to him and takes a drink, as if trying to shed the memory of what he just saw.
A few moments later he picks it up again and starts looking at it some more, only to throw it back down in disgust. We left him to it and got on with some drinking. We didn't see the magazine near where he left it when we walked by that spot later.
As the evening progressed along with our levels of intoxication, I eventually spotted Brendan on the dance floor, with the magazine. I couldn't hear what he was saying over the music, but he had the magazine open and was standing next to another regular of the club. I couldn't see what was on the page he had it open to, but he was pointing at something and showing it to the guy next to him, whose facial expression was clearly asking why he was being shown whatever he was being shown.
Before the end of the night, I asked Brendan what happened to the magazine. He said he threw it in the trash. I'm not sure I believe him