If you think about it, Jack was just a plain white guy in the 60s fawning over studs and even himself. So it can get obnoxious when he paints himself as an intellectual and very different from the hillbillies that he fetishizes.
All the stud talk distracted me of the underlying plot of the Mattachine Society and its purpose - it flew over my head between all the hooking and "graceful prose". If my friend B put me in contact with the former member of the society in São Paulo, I wouldn't have anything to say or ask about it.
Through the very last pages I was like, “So the book is almost over and the guy didn’t talk much about his politics”. Then the book ends and the last page plugs his various essays and memoir. Maybe I’ll check them in the future.
I was sold on a “gay pioneer story” and didn’t get it because Jack is barely engaged with anything but cruising. It was only after finishing the book that I realized it was not that serious - both covers, the preface and even the author advertise it as a bunch of sex stories.
The point is - If you read for social studies it’s very underwhelming, but if you read it as pulp fiction, it’s good!