Thats awesome. I'm embarrassed we didn't think of that. Not that they had Gay Porn on cable TV back in the 90's.
Back in the day I helped run a famous Italian Mob Restaurant in Chicago, Carmine's on Rush St. Had a bunch of Serbian Servers and they hated gay men. As they often said "We kill Faggots in our country". These were big macho mean men who grew up fighting wars and fighting each other. Well there was this old Cross Dresser who use to come in the restaurant a couple times a month. he looked like the character Drew Carey's brother played on his show. Beer gut, tall, balding...... and he wore old ladies style clothes. Dressed like a fucking grandma. My Serbian Servers hated waiting on him but he did tip well. I would pick up the check from the table when he left and write notes on the credit card slip before I handed it to them. I'd leave notes like:
"Hi Nikola, I could look into your eyes all day and felt we had a special connection. Call me." followed by some made up phone number. Nikola grabbed the check, read the note and said "I'm going to kill that fucking faggot..." and started walking rapidly towards the door. I was ready and intercepted him, played him a bit longer and then finally told him I wrote that and was fucking with him. He seriously would have ran after that guy and beat on him.
Nikola was all about partying and not afraid of Hookers & Blow. Made lots of money and spent it all, just like many of his countrymen that worked with us. When I talked to him about this he said he lives the way he does because growing up Death was everywhere. At age 12 he would grab a cooler of beer and hard drugs to go party with friends on their apartment rooftop while Missiles flew over them blowing up buildings sometimes less than a couple hundred yards away. That was during the Bosnian/Yugoslavian Wars. Truly they were in YOLO Mode as they saw friends and relatives die in blasts. They figured if a missile was going to hit their apartment building why hide in the basement of the building and get crushed by the rubble. Every night was a party, and maybe their last.