Showing posts with label rent boy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rent boy. Show all posts

Monday, July 18, 2011

Majorca Flats -- 155

From Towleroad
“Yeah. But you get the point. And you know, I wonder how many marriages in my own family, going back over the centuries were because one side or the other had money? It's a kind of whoring.”
“No, not really,” said Keith quietly. “Believe me. First off, maybe they grew to love each other. Even arranged marriages sometimes work. But … I had to go out every night to find a guy who wanted to root me. Every night. And some of them were … horrible. Horrible.” He looked away. “They thought because they were payin', they owned my soul. Somehow … somehow they felt they could be as cruel to me as they wanted. And so many of them insisted they do it bareback. They thought they wouldn't catch the big A if they topped.” He stopped again and swallowed, and shook his head. “Ya know what? The blokes who were kindest to me were the married older half-straight and closeted men. They used to thank me. They always told me how handsome I was, how attractive. Some of them wanted to see me again. They were kind. They treated me like a regular bloke. They would talk about the footy. Stuff like that.”
“What happened?” Luigi was leaning against the kitchen counter, and once more Jason admired his body, his beauty.


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Friday, July 15, 2011

Majorca Flats -- 154

“Well, he was originally English. His name sounds French, but it isn't. He came from the Channel Islands. Apparently they used to be part of France. But he lived for a long time in the south of France. Anyway. The point is this: if you think hard about it, I was a whore. So it's no biggie, Keith. And … it was just good luck that I didn't get infected. I mean, I never even thought to ask if Richard was pozz. And he wasn't, but he could have been.”
“You know,” said Jason, “how is what you did any different to what that woman who married that Texas billionaire did? He was 75 or something, and she was a young model. You know that old joke, don't you?”
“Which one?” asked Keith.
“A man goes up to a woman at a party, and asks whether she'd sleep with him for fifty thousand pounds. So she simpers a little, then says yes. So then he asks her whether she'd sleep with him for fifty pounds. And she says, indignantly, 'what do you think I am?' So he goes, 'Madam, we know what you are. Now we're just negotiating price.'”
“That's a mean trick!” cried Keith, outraged.


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Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Majorca Flats -- 152

“So anyway I said yes. I knew nothing about any of that stuff. I mean, I knew I was gay. I'd known since I was eleven or so. But I'd never been paid before. So I fucked him and he came and he was so effing happy afterwards. He gave me $300 ...”
“...Fuck! I never got that!” interrupted Keith. “The best I ever got was $100! Once!”
“... and asked me to be a regular. Once a week. So I did. He would take me out to the ballet, to opera, to arthouse films, to expensive restos, and he always paid. He bought me clothes, expensive clothes to go out in, a tuxedo which cost $2000. I still have it. He was a really nice bloke. Kind, gentle, a top bloke. He took me to Europe, and we travelled together. He didn't make it obvious that we were a couple, but we were by then. I never fell in love with him. But I did love him.  They're not the same, you know.”
Keith nodded. Jason listened with complete fascination. Other peoples' lives were so interesting. He realised how narrow his own circle of acquaintances, family and friends had been. Until Brent.



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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Majorca Flats -- 89

Homeless, by Thomas Bush Kennington
“My dad threw me out of the house. I lived on the street for a while.”
“Jesus. Was it hard?”
“That's a fucking stupid thing to say.” Keith seemed quite calm, but his tone and demeanour were very intense – stiff and cold.
“Jeez, yes, you're right. It was a naff thing to say. Sorry.”
“'Sokay. And yes it was hard. I … I was a rent boy for a while. And …” Keith looked away, unable to meet Jason's gaze, “ … it was Tom who took me in.” He looked directly at Jason, daring him to make something of it.
“Tom's kind, then?” Jason felt like a fool. He couldn't think of anything intelligent or useful to say.
“Yes. He is. His manner, sometimes, you know, people think he's rude and off-hand, but he gets a lot of wankers in there and they treat him badly, so ...”
“ … so he's developed a way to deal with them?”
“Yeah. 'zactly.”


[Painting from National Gallery of Victoria]