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renovations.
Was I sacrificing my morals? Am I a bad person for doing what I was doing? Was I inevitably going to get an STD and die strung out on something, like men in every single bad movie made about male hustlers? Was I going to be working a corner in some seedy neighborhood like Hunter, that kid with HIV on the television show Queer As Folk ? I didn’t know, and I honestly didn’t care. I wanted money and I had found an easy way to get it.
So obviously I chose the path of escorting—and later porn—because of money. I wanted money and I wanted a lot of it. But in doing what I am doing I have gone further than just making money. I have been able to use sex as a way to connect with others and make them feel special. When I started out, I never expected to have any influence or impact on other people’s lives, and I feel blessed to have done so. Of course, the money is the reason I started and the reason I continue, but it means a lot to me when I make a difference in someone’s life and give them a memorable experience they hopefully never forget.
A few months ago, I met a man who had had a partner for over twenty years. He told me they had been faithful to each other and monogamous the entire time they were together. His partner had died seventeen years earlier, and since then he had not been involved sexually with anyone. He called me because he was finally in a place where he needed a physical connection, and he was ready to start letting himself be intimate with others. He saw both my ad and porn online and decided to ask me to help him through this process of sexual intimacy. As soon as he told me this story, I felt flattered and then an immense amount of pressure. WOW! Me? Really? Okay... sure. It’s almost spiritual and too much to handle. I gave him a sensual and passionate experience and he was near tears because of the intensity of it all. We talked in bed for another hour and a half. I asked him questions about his life, his partner, his home in Santa Fe, and the type of work he does. I was also intrigued as to how someone goes without sex for over seventeen years. He also asked a lot of questions about me. He was genuinely interested in who I was, why I escort, where I came from, my family, relationships, and my plans for the future. I began to feel like I was in therapy as I talked about my childhood, ex-boyfriends, and family members. Instead of me paying him eighty dollars an hour to listen, like I did with my therapist, he was paying me three hundred an hour to play the role of the therapist and give me advice and his perspective on things. Times like this are invaluable and have left a mark on me.
While I do believe that the money is what makes escorts start in this industry, having meaningful connections with others gives us longevity and keeps us from going insane. I have met and worked with dozens of other men in this business and, for the most part, I have met some great guys. They are hardworking, genuine, caring people with intense sex drives. Of course there are also some strung-out tweakers, ready and willing to do anything for cash. In my opinion, if you come into this industry with a level head, recognize it for what it is, and have a back-up plan for when you can’t escort anymore, you will be fine. If you let all the compliments, attention, cash, and recognition go to your head, get ready for a downward spiral that will not end well.
Chapter Five
Testing My Limits
I left the Blue Moon Resort after a two-hour appointment. I had just spent the afternoon with a regular client I saw named Gary, from San Francisco, a great guy I had seen almost every other month for the past year. The times with him were always low-maintenance and easy-going but sometimes being with anyone for more than an hour can be exhausting. I genuinely enjoyed Gary and he had become a big part of my life as an escort and porn star the year before when I had first met him. He was definitely my number
Was I sacrificing my morals? Am I a bad person for doing what I was doing? Was I inevitably going to get an STD and die strung out on something, like men in every single bad movie made about male hustlers? Was I going to be working a corner in some seedy neighborhood like Hunter, that kid with HIV on the television show Queer As Folk ? I didn’t know, and I honestly didn’t care. I wanted money and I had found an easy way to get it.
So obviously I chose the path of escorting—and later porn—because of money. I wanted money and I wanted a lot of it. But in doing what I am doing I have gone further than just making money. I have been able to use sex as a way to connect with others and make them feel special. When I started out, I never expected to have any influence or impact on other people’s lives, and I feel blessed to have done so. Of course, the money is the reason I started and the reason I continue, but it means a lot to me when I make a difference in someone’s life and give them a memorable experience they hopefully never forget.
A few months ago, I met a man who had had a partner for over twenty years. He told me they had been faithful to each other and monogamous the entire time they were together. His partner had died seventeen years earlier, and since then he had not been involved sexually with anyone. He called me because he was finally in a place where he needed a physical connection, and he was ready to start letting himself be intimate with others. He saw both my ad and porn online and decided to ask me to help him through this process of sexual intimacy. As soon as he told me this story, I felt flattered and then an immense amount of pressure. WOW! Me? Really? Okay... sure. It’s almost spiritual and too much to handle. I gave him a sensual and passionate experience and he was near tears because of the intensity of it all. We talked in bed for another hour and a half. I asked him questions about his life, his partner, his home in Santa Fe, and the type of work he does. I was also intrigued as to how someone goes without sex for over seventeen years. He also asked a lot of questions about me. He was genuinely interested in who I was, why I escort, where I came from, my family, relationships, and my plans for the future. I began to feel like I was in therapy as I talked about my childhood, ex-boyfriends, and family members. Instead of me paying him eighty dollars an hour to listen, like I did with my therapist, he was paying me three hundred an hour to play the role of the therapist and give me advice and his perspective on things. Times like this are invaluable and have left a mark on me.
While I do believe that the money is what makes escorts start in this industry, having meaningful connections with others gives us longevity and keeps us from going insane. I have met and worked with dozens of other men in this business and, for the most part, I have met some great guys. They are hardworking, genuine, caring people with intense sex drives. Of course there are also some strung-out tweakers, ready and willing to do anything for cash. In my opinion, if you come into this industry with a level head, recognize it for what it is, and have a back-up plan for when you can’t escort anymore, you will be fine. If you let all the compliments, attention, cash, and recognition go to your head, get ready for a downward spiral that will not end well.
Chapter Five
Testing My Limits
I left the Blue Moon Resort after a two-hour appointment. I had just spent the afternoon with a regular client I saw named Gary, from San Francisco, a great guy I had seen almost every other month for the past year. The times with him were always low-maintenance and easy-going but sometimes being with anyone for more than an hour can be exhausting. I genuinely enjoyed Gary and he had become a big part of my life as an escort and porn star the year before when I had first met him. He was definitely my number
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