My many years as a hooker in New York taught me that true rentboy afficionados rarely go for the drop dead gorgeous but rather the ones who are publicly presentable and who can discuss the merits of Romane Conte 1979 or the Vosne Romane 1981 and who are able to hold their own discussing the lesser Gilbert and Sullivan canon. THOSE are the rentboys that you go to for a theater date and they, my friend, tend to be a lot more expensive than the hookers you buy for a fuck. As you may recall, in my prime I was able to get $1,000 or more for dinner and the theater and never have to take my dick out. It sounds to me like the Johns in Seattle know exactly what they are doing.
- bill, "A Post From The Joint," Bill in Exile January 27, 2005
posted January 27, 2005 in performance, print, sex.