I've been re-reading some of my older books on Kindle and this one has always been a standout. In "Laid Bare," Gilmore reads 50s actors/directors/agents to filth (especially Steve McQueen -- "a complete asshole, but he seemed like a nice guy"). I bought it primarily because of his first-hand account of a sexual tryst with James Dean. Exceptionally good looking, Gilmore never made it as an actor but found his niche as a writer of several books. This is one of the best and is available on Amazon for $4.99. Anyone read it?
That's quite the experiment in time travel, R1.
| by Anonymous | reply 2 | April 19, 2020 3:42 PM |
LOL, close paren.
| by Anonymous | reply 3 | April 19, 2020 3:58 PM |
From the "money shot from "Laid Bare" . . .
GILMORE: I reached up and touched his head, then pulled on his hair.
DEAN: "Man, you know more than just being kissed by Tyrone Power. You know things like I do, because you've been through the same shit. . . I'm not active. I'm passive too, from what you have said to me."
GILMORE: After talking for a few minutes more there was a strange sort of vibration in the air, a kind of intimacy that was electric and exciting. He put his finger on my lower lip and started to giggle. Then he turned his head around and was sitting facing me, and he put his hand behind my neck and pulled my face toward his, putting his lips on mine. It was the first time I had ever really been kissed by another guy. He said, "Come up on the bed before I break my neck." I moved up on the bed and lay alongside of him and he kissed me again. Our teeth touched, stuck together in a strange way. I remember closing my upper row of teeth down onto his lower row, so that I could almost bite his bottom teeth by closing my mouth. I felt his tongue against the edge of my upper teeth, and then I opened my mouth and he put his tongue in my mouth, pushing it against my tongue. I put my hands up at the sides of my face and we stayed like that for a few seconds until we backed up onto the bed. He kissed me on the neck and bit -- though not really hard -- into the skin between my neck and collarbone, and then he was laying on top of me. He said, "Can you be fucked?" "Jesus," I said. "I don't think so." He said "I want to try to fuck you. We can try it if you want to." He wanted me to put my arms around him -- which I felt funny doing -- and to hold him. He wanted me to kiss him while he moved his lower body against me, and to keep kissing him. He wanted to suck my nipples and leaned his face over and kissed me on the side. Again he bit me, and this time it felt sharp. He was holding himself and he said, "Am I going to fuck you?" I said, "I guess we can try to. I don't know how successful it will be." At that I replaced his hand with my own hand. We tried to fuck but it wasn't going to work. I tried to go down on him, but his cock was big and made me choke. I didn't know what we could do. It wasn't going to work. Whatever the hell it was that had sparked such a situation between us was just going to be all bound up by the impossibility of getting it across. This part of the friendship stayed in the background over the next few weeks as if it had occurred in another dimension and required no actual attention from us.
| by Anonymous | reply 4 | April 19, 2020 11:43 PM |
He has the menacing leer of a dangerous homosexual.
| by Anonymous | reply 5 | April 20, 2020 12:04 AM |
I'm fan too, OP. It's a very good, tough book.
| by Anonymous | reply 6 | April 20, 2020 12:06 AM |