Welcome to the History of Gayming (Part 2). For part 1, click here. Our resident gaymer, Courage, takes us back through the medium's long and tenuous history with gays. It may not have always been a perfect union, but it was damn colorful. Check it out in the infographic below.
by Courage
Mar 23, 2016
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Like a frightening majority of us, as a child I was rewarded for good behavior with fast food. Aside from giving rise to the epidemic of childhood obesity, this has triggered a mass effect of greasy nostalgia. Much like Proust and his madeleine, the lightest hint of a salted McDonald’s fry transports a child of the 1990s to a simpler time of afternoons watching Nickelodeon and actively committing the evolution of Pokémon breeds to memory. My particular brand of artery-clogging flashback comes courtesy of Chick-Fil-A, a chain restaurant of chicken-based deliciousness that is a hallmark of the American South. But most of you probably know them for their highly public anti-gay agenda.
Mar 21, 2016
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Welcome to the History of Gayming (Part 1)! Our resident gaymer, Courage, takes us back through the medium's long and tenuous history with gays. It may not have always been a perfect union, but it was damn colorful. Check it out in the infographic below.
And who the hell am I? If you’ve been following the blog at all, you may have wondered out of which horny hole this perverted punk has stepped. I won’t reveal too much – a bit of mystery is sexy, right? But a few things may be in order.
First, I was born in that part of the world that most people think is actually Canada, but it’s not. I was born in Alaska. Who would have thought that place could produce more than oil and Sarah Palin – two decidedly unsexy things.
Second, I’m no stranger to sex on screen. I appeared in two arty porn films with DVD releases: one in San Francisco and one here in Berlin. There may be other footage of me out there, but if so, I don’t know where. And yup, I moved to Berlin from gay ol’ San Francisco, where I learned to be a proper fag and how to be a writer all at the same time.
There’s more from San Francisco coming your way via Dandy Dicks, so stay tuned.
But I left San Francisco. And took my heart with me. Five years now in Berlin and I can’t think of a better place to be. I’ve been making it here as a writer ever since and I’m happy to report there’s no going back.
I think I’ve given you enough of the basics. More you’ll just have to find out either through this blog or a little Google. But I hope with that you stick around Dandy Dicks – for this blog and of course, the boys!
Walter Crasshole
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