As a member of a national gay journalists association (even though I'm no longer a journalist, I think it looks good on a resume) I'm entitled to, and receive, a semi-annual gay travel mag.
It comes in the mail. (One of the few things I still get from our local letter carriers seeing as much of my bill-paying and correspondence is carried out online these days.) And it's delivered with a discreet white wrapper reminiscent of days gone by when men "with different inclinations" had to fear for their careers and families.
The magazine in question.
Now, I don't have a problem with this. (Aside from the waste of both paper and plastic required in such a mailing. I'm such an environmentalist.) I realize that there are many men and women who still live like this. Those who like their lives just the way they are, but, for whatever reason, are unable to be truthful with their loved ones about who it is their sleeping with. Whatever.
It seems to me though, that those who decide to send these innocent travel magazines out with discreet covers may want to take a look at what's being advertised on the back cover.
Nary a female in sight.
Three hotties frolicking in a swimming pool hawking travelocity with the tagline "Try a new water sport."
Now really.How discreet is that?
Not very.
Sigh.
Note #1: The Partner in Crime's issue of AutoWeek arrived today as well. No Paper. No plastic.
Note #2: This travel magazine isn't even particularly interesting. Anyone looking for a nice gift subscription for me for Christmas could take a look here.
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