Ratso Rizzo
Midnight Cowboy
I don't think cowboys are as gay as they looked. Sure there were plenty of gay cowboys. Many I'm sure signed up just for the outfits. But homosexuality was not as nearly as rampant when one considers all that horseback riding coupled with how cowboys washed. Or rather, didn't wash.
These are men that had to bathe before whores would have at 'em. And these are those scary cowboy whores. You ever check these ladeez out
Belle Starr the "Greatest Whore in the West" looked like Jaime Farr. Now. Not when he was on Mash. How he looks now. Would you take a bath just to fuck Jaime Farr? I know I wouldn't.
Factoring this one must assume that most cowboy "gayness" was confined to dares and lost wagers. Most of these "sex acts" were endurance contests i.e.: how long can you keep things in your mouth, etc.
Ponder the nether regions of a man who spends his days on a horse in
the hot sun. Yikes. The smell must have been blinding. The potent brew of layers of dried nut sweat, and ass grease, and horse. It was like a curry. A concoction funkier than the Ohio brothers shit house. Tex ain't the only thing tall in the saddle.
Not exactly the kind of guys that went for show tunes.
"Reno if yer gonna wear chaps you gotta wear pants. Think about it all we do is ride, eat beans, ride, eat beans, ride. Jeezus Reno, cover up I don't know why I even have to tell you this. We're Cowboys there's a code. It's an extension of the social contract. Pants aren't for you.
Pants are for other people. Let me put it this way Old Paint is peeling.
Mexico called about the smell."
Red Foxx was right. "You gotta wash your ass".
Now please excuse me I have to go jack off to Tim McGraw.
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