Oh my God!
Do I ever need to say that
Gladiator, a novel by Phillip Wylie, a social critic, cynic and misanthrope best known for
When Worlds Collide, had absolutely zilch in the way of sex in it? It was, incidentally, a mournful story about how a person with great strength couldn't fit into ordinary society, a story about the way our culture crushes superior people under its heel and mediocrity is the accepted norm. I could hear the tinkly and melancholic piano music from the "Incredible Hulk" in the background. There also was absolutely no sex either.
For those of us that are fans of that controversial pastime, man-on-man love, the cover to "Gay Love" was a...little strange.