Hmmm . . . There's an HBO series on porn where they interview Stryker and he looks into the camera and bluntly says "My schtick was to slowly say things like 'Yeah, eat my ass. Does that taste good? Now I'm going to fuck you. Grease up your hole real good and slow. That feels good, don't it? Yeah, you know it feels good you nasty ass bitch. Take it all. Come on. All of it. Ooooooh, year . . .' " ad infinitum. If onlyl he would have bottomed I might have shown more interest.
I understand that big, WAY-oversized (not just obese) gay comic writer with blonde hair similar to Elmo of Sesame Street fame, has sort of taken Stryker under his wing not unlike Paris Hilton has become smitten with her chihuahua and written several stage shows over the last few years for the Stryker which he's opened in P. Town. Certainly Mr. Industrialsize knows the scoop on that poop -- whether he wants to know it or not.
In the late 70's one could go to the Gaiety Theatre and play with el Stryker's tool as he did sort of an interpretative dance, completely nude, up and down the aisles. He was very popular with the trollish elder gay gents who would practically pile on to him as if he had a magic football. There were always big guys with no necks close by to pull them off and keep the Stryker from serious harm. It wasn't Berlin in the 20's but it was close second.