The similarities between the two didn't stop at the leathers and singing either!
Rob was obviously lucky, even though he recognized his homosexuality already in the pre-AIDS days of the seventies, he was spared a Freddie Mercury fate. How he survived the hedonistic eighties as a gay man I have no idea, I was never aware that he had a steady significant other.
People never listened to his lyrics, even before he turned Village People biker outfit, this is a song from 1977 and could have been played in Cruising (the film with Al Pacino as an undercover cop in gay circles):
Raw Deal
I made the Spike about nine o'clock on a Saturday
All eyes hit me as I walked into the bar
The spikey leather guys were foolin with the denim dudes
A couple cards played rough stuff, New York, Fire Island
I cased the joint, straining at the scenes
I moseyed up to the counter and the tender came a-grinnin'
I snapped the smile off his face and snarled "Give me a bourbon"
The mirror on the wall was collecting and reflecting
All the heavy bodies ducking, steeling eager for some action
The scene screwed me up, I saw some contact
Then there he was, saw me and knew that
I'd had too much, foolin' around
Statues alive, seconds are hours
Sex is like a hurricane it grabs and then it shatters
I was barely holding on to this fine body symphony
I guess I dream in pictures, not colors
The true free expression I demand is human rights - right?
I became the light, I am immortal
I'm going, no laws
I'm going, no laws
I'm going, no laws
I'm going, no laws
Nightmare ... just a bunch of goddamn, rotten, steaming ... raw deal!