Deliverance: Not a gay romp?

After years of build-up & a multitude of “Squeal like a pig, boy,”s & “You sure do got a purty mouth”s… I’ve finally read James Dickey’s (pause for juvenile snickers) classic.
Apparently the flick is the birthplace of the gay fan-base…
The book is an amazing look at American existentialism, before we truly embraced extreme everything.
I closed it with a feeling of loss building in me. We’ve become so desensitized that I’m not sure a man today could be made of stern enough stuff to be broken.
I guess a good ass-rape just isn’t what it used to be?


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