\u003cdiv\u003e\u0026#147;Brontez is a raw tongue of flame blazing through all the blatant fakery and insincere bullshit of today\u0026#8217;s gay/music/human scene. This audacious non-memoir burnt the hair off the back of my neck and had me rolling with glee.\u0026#8221; \u0026#151;\u003cI\u003eS.F. Bay Guardian\u003c/I\u003e\u003cBR\u003e\u003cBR\u003eA dirty cult-classic put out in a small batch by an underground publisher (Rudos and Rubes) in 2015, \u003cI\u003eJohnny Would You Love Me If My Dick Were Bigger\u003c/I\u003e recounts the life of an artist and \u0026#147;old school homosexual\u0026#8221; who bears a big resemblance to author Brontez Purnell. Our hero doesn\u0026#8217;t trust the new breed of fags taking over San Francisco, though. They wear bicycle helmets, seat belts, and condoms. Meanwhile, he sabotages his relationships, hallucinating affection while cruising in late night parks, bath-houses, and other nooks and crannies of a newly-conservative, ruined city.\u003cBR\u003e\u003cBR\u003eFuriously original, vital, and messy, this funny \u0026#147;non-memoir\u0026#8221; uncovers a revelatory truth for the age: there are things far scarier than HIV.\u003cBR\u003e\u003cBR\u003e\u003cBR\u003e\u003cBR\u003e\u003c/div\u003e
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