The main character spends most of the story obsessing over whether or not he’s still attractive proving it to himself by drawing men willing to worship him sexually, drawing the numbers. His reason for being is completely tied up in being able to attract men. And he seems to equate not being attractive with death. Walked away from this book feeling really sad for the guy.
Also, it’s an interesting look into a part of the gay scene I knew nothing about. There are gay men perfectly happy with blowing other attractive men with nothing in return. Many even pay for the privilege. As a woman, this is hard for me to imagine. I just can’t see there being a known gathering place where many people (men or women) await the privilege of going down on you with nothing expected or wanted in return. If there is such a place, the address needs to be publicized. I’m sure inquiring minds want to know…