The kind they don't write any more ... Sidney Sheldon, Harold Robbins, Judith Krantz, Jackie Collins, etc.
I still can paraphrase the first line of "Hollywood Wives" — something like "Elaine Conti opened the remote controlled drapes in her Beverly Hills bedroom to see a man pissing a perfect arc into her glamorous swimming pool."
Did any youngergays secretly thrill to these trashy opuses about the rich and famous?