Tracing the Colt Models


Steve Drum writes in the Huffington Post about his fascination with the old photos of Colt models he remembers from the 1960s and 1970s. He decided to see if he could trace any of the former Colt models.


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Jim French began Colt Studios in the late 1960s, just as the U.S. Post Office had lifted its ban on male frontal nudes passing through the mail system. Under the pseudonym “Rip Colt,” French created a sleek, visual language for worshipping the male body. Today, French’s images have become icons of a singular moment in gay history: post-Stonewall and pre-AIDS, post-beefcake and pre-VHS.

“French sold his rights to Colt Studios in 2003. What happened to the men French captured in his lens? John Pruitt, Carl Hardwick, Pete Kuzak, Steve Kelso, Gordon Grant. I decided to search out as many Colt models as I could and give them the opportunity to answer my questions themselves. As you might imagine, most of these guys are pretty hard to track down. They were working for Colt under pseudonyms. Straight or gay, many of these men grew uncomfortable with sexual stardom and made every effort to disconnect from their former selves. Googling Colt pseudonyms only led to more Colt photographs. For all the paranoia regarding the hyper-accessibility of personal information on the Internet, it seems it is still very possible to disappear in 2012 America.”


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Steve Schulte, who modeled under the pseudonym “Nick Chase” from about 1977 to 1980, told Drum that he had “figured it was this underground thing that would make a little cash on the side and no one would ever see it and that would be that.” Schulte, an openly gay man, went on to a successful career in California politics, running for mayor of West Hollywood in 1986. “I was as gun-shy about the pictures coming out as you might imagine,” Schulte said. His right-wing opponent published a flier showing a very professional Schulte in a suit and tie, beside a nude image Jim French had taken of Schulte in his days as a Colt model. A caption beneath the photos read, “Which Steve Schulte are you voting for?” Schulte said the ordeal forced him to “face up to it and say, ‘Look, this is a part of my past. I’m not ashamed of it.'”


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Luckily, his opponent’s attacks fell on deaf ears. West Hollywood’s strong gay community came out in support of him and elected him as their mayor. “I think that other gay men appreciated this part of my life,” Schulte told me. “One guy said, ‘Steve took off his clothes and became one of us.’ But it was still very humbling for me. I couldn’t come out claiming to be the best asshole in the world.”

Some of French’s models weren’t as fortunate. From the collected notes and gossip on the Colt message boards, it seems many men did cross over to hardcore porn in the ’80s and were killed by the AIDS epidemic. Some tried to bank off their Colt fame as high-priced prostitutes, spiraling into an underground life of sex and hardcore drug use.

“Please leave me alone,” one former Colt model wrote in response to my request for an interview. “I really wish that whole part of my life would just go away.” So many men refused to share their stories with such vehemence that I assumed there was some lurid scandal of exploitation to cover up. But the models I’ve spoken with had only kind things to say about Jim French and the environment on the Colt set. “Jim was always a very decent, very kind man,” said Kip de Borhegyi, who modeled for French under the name “Jason Brahm” in the early ’90s. “But it was my own personal legacy I had to think about. I just couldn’t do anything that I thought I might regret 10 years later.”

De Borhegyi went on to say that while he always considered French an artist and not a pornographer, the accessibility of Colt images over the Internet became confusing after he’d decided to move on with his life. “Even when I began working for Jim, people were still ordering Colt in the mail. It was part of why I was comfortable working with him. He was very adamant about the release of his photos. We had no way of knowing how the Internet would change all that. My pictures pop up everywhere now. It’s impossible to police, and, needless to say, very strange.” After thanking Kip profusely for his time, I decided to ask, “Do you ever regret it?” “No,” he answered, on a sigh. “I really don’t.” He went silent for a second. “Well, OK,” he said. “There’s this one photo of my butt that always seems to come up that I don’t think I ever really need to see again. But for the most part, I really don’t regret any of it. I think the photos are beautiful. And at that time, in terms of my body, I could compete with the best of them. I think it’s amazing and kind of sad that some of these guys who used to model for Colt are trying to hide from it now. These men were beautiful. I keep saying it, but Jim’s photos are works of art. I really believe that. I don’t think we have any reason to be ashamed.”

I asked Schulte what he thinks when he looks at the photos now. He answered on a sigh as well. “I don’t want to be labeled as a ‘Colt model.’ This is a part of why I stopped doing it. I’m not merely… anything. I wasn’t merely the mayor of West Hollywood, I wasn’t merely the director of the Gay and Lesbian Center, and I wasn’t merely a model for Jim French. “We’re all lots of things. We’re more complicated than a single part of our lives. No one wants to be labeled for just one of them.” He goes silent for a second, too. And for that second, I feel embarrassed for even asking, for even tracking this man down and attempting to compare notes with a fantasy I’ll never fully understand. “But here’s the thing,” Schulte goes on. “I don’t really look at the pictures very often. Every once in a while, I come across them, or someone asks me to sign one. I guess a part of me is kind of shocked at my hubris, but… I think they’re good pictures. And, yeah, I’m glad I did it.”



A history of outing British politicians



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The BBC’s Brian Wheeler looks at how the treatment of gay politicians in the UK has developed over the years, while reading a new book.

“Even when a newspaper broke ranks, as the Labour-supporting Sunday Mirror did in 1964 when it exposed (Lord) Boothby’s sexuality and links to the criminal underworld, it often paid a heavy price. The Mirror retracted its story, paid Boothby £40,000 in damages and sacked its editor.”

By the 1980s the “outing” of gay MPs and peers had become a press staple, and the advent of HIV/Aids snuffed out growing signs of tolerance in favour of widespread homophobia, according to Open University lecturer Donna Smith’s new book, Sex, Lies and Politics.

“Suggestions of a gay relationship still bring out the prurient instincts in the tabloids and add an extra frisson to stories about politicians, as can be seen, she argues, from the coverage of David Laws, the Lib Dem cabinet minister forced to reveal his sexuality during a row about his expenses. “Gay politicians who have a positive persona generally are ones who are in a relationship. There is no scandal around their sexuality … They are open about their lives. There is no possibility of them being “outed” because they have pre-empted it.”


The dreaded Special Investigation Branch


The British armed forces are now a good employer of gay men and lesbians but Chris Root, a former soldier, still has painful memories of being thrown out of the army for being a lesbian. Root, a radar operator, began having sexual relationships with other female soldiers soon after joining up but was quickly made aware that discovery would result in investigation by the Special Investigations Branch. “Everyone was terrified of the SIB,” said Root, who had begun to suspect that she was being scrutinised under the “McCarthy-like regime”. Unable to cope with the pressure, Root handed herself in to the SIB 100 days before her four years were up. “The dread of having my personal possessions raked through and my friends questioned became unbearable.”

Root says that other women under suspicion were dragged out of bed in the middle of the night, made to put on full dress uniform, and interrogated for days. “You would be asked to grass up other women and to disclose intimate details of your sex life. They would break you down until you did not know who you were. I had seen it happen to other women. But I could never have imagined how bad it was for me. Those remaining days felt like 100 years.”