Never, ever refer to me as a rent boy.
This topic recently came up. Adam and I met in Coconut Grove for drinks, and he looked pretty irritated. After ordering a Mojito, I asked him what was wrong -- if a favorite client had moved on, or whether that idiot stepbrother of us was causing trouble again. He denied both, but said he had gotten into an argument with someone.
"Who?" I asked. "Your agent? Hell, if it's getting bad, I can ask mine if she'd be willing to take you on--"
"No, not that. Another escort, actually. But he... he's not like us. He services men."
"Oh, a rent boy?"
That's what set Adam off. "Can you believe he had the nerve to call me the same thing? Like I'm some emaciated twink who sucks dick to support a drug habit?"
I shook my head. "Come on, that's not us and you know it. All those boys do is support the drug trade and spread disease. They wouldn't last ten minutes with clients like ours."
As Adam continued to vent, I did my best to just stay silent and listen. Though he's gay himself, Adam is what many online would call "str8-looking, str8-acting," meaning he's not watching the latest fashion offerings on Bravo and can blend in with a bunch of breeders watching UFC pretty easily.
"I don't know why it pisses me off so much," Adam said. "It just does."
As I've said before, the field of sex work is as diverse -- meaning, there are some who are at the top of their game both professionally and personally, while others are wallowing in relative poverty and are teetering on the edge of psychotic breakdown.
While I hope this blog proves that I am in fact a bright, educated individual who is in this profession by choice, there are certainly other who are not. Low education achievements and the need to support either a drug addiction or a child(ren) may lead some to prostitution. To compare escorts like Adam and I on the higher end of the scale to these unfortunates can be in insulting, for the simple reason that it's a gross generalization of the industry as a whole.
Like it or not, many choose to be escorts because they get paid very well for something that doesn't take up a lot of time. We'll all move on -- eventually -- but for someone in their twenties, this job isn't a bad gig at all.
"Well, I've said it before and I've said it again. Neither of us are 'boys' and we're certainly not for 'rent'. And aside from you taking dramamine whenever we go out on the boat, neither of us are addicted to anything."
Adam smiled. "Except sex, I suppose. Then again, that kind of goes with the territory."
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