In the 80's and 90's which most of you grew up during, you would spend your hard earn money on a magazine in order to worship your musclemen.
All looked good on paper, Chris Dickerson did not sleep with "men", Demayo did not have a nubain of a problem, hell, even Titus would looked respectable; unless you were an inside you would not know about certain "tricks", like the Mirage Hotel, how to stay icognito in a bathroom stall aka the "trick-o-paperbags", how focked up chemicalization was...
All looked respectable.
Then came the internets; a democratization of the back scenes, a shiny spot on how things really are....