ROBERT: Now, Richard, I know that you want to talk about solar energy. He is followed by his younger brother, Robert Locke, who has somewhat less of everything but who can, nevertheless, write. 6'2' tall, dark from a drop of Cherokee blood from generations past, with black hair and mustache touched with gray and shoulders as broad as Joan Crawford's. Richard is a rugged, good looking man of 37. Uncharacteristically, he has all his clothes on, does not have an erection, and has no foreign objects in any orifice. Richard Locke steps into the frame to look out over the city and to cruise the street below. Camera continues pan until it is revealed that we are on the sun deck of a beautifully restored, three-story Victonian house. Camera pans left and tilts down to reveal Castro Street below, alive with some of the best looking men in the country. LONG SHOT: The unmatchable panorama of San Frncisco, the bay glittering in the sunshine behind the city.
I never imagined such a thing then as a World Wide Web. In December, 1978, Blueboy published 'My Brother the Porn Star: An Interview with Richard Locke' but the magazine gave me the copyright since I was thinking that one day I might write a family biography.
