Pimping guys in West Hollywood
Richard of San Francisco had always wanted to expand to Los Angeles. I was clearly trustable, I'd been in the biz and he'd seen me handle his clients on the phone.
The moment had come.
I agree. He goes to West Hollywood and rents a house. (The house had one notable eccentricity: the shower stall was in the kitchen.) Then I fly down. I'd never been on a commuter airplane before and felt even less secure than I usually did when flying. (My last trip by plane would be on a unit of Freddie Laker's fleet. I thought there was something wrong. And knew there was when we made an emergency landing in LAX. Having heard noises that made me worry I knew I'd never get on one again because any odd sounds I heard would scare the dickens out of me.)
We setup in West Hollywood because it was outside of the county. Back then LA county had the most famously homophobic police chief in the US. I think his name was Ed Davis.
We ran ads in The Advocate. Back then it was a thick newsprint tabloid that derived the bulk of its income from classified ads. Mostly personals. So I began interviewing prospective call boys.
Being inured to this I don't have many memories. I do remember the guy who could only take it up the ass if the guy was older. Otherwise he had to be, as they used to say, 'greek active' or 'french passive.'
The only one that made a strong impression on me was a willowy blond who regarded his penis as a useless adjunct. In modern parlance he'd be called a bottom. Back then he'd've been called femme. Or maybe just normal. I was terribly charmed but too ethical to take advantage of the situation.
By then selling bodies was not really exciting. I'd done it in three cities. The only call I remember was someone claiming to be Robert Wagner but wasn't. (I only dealt with one famous person during these years.) He didn't pay. Only time that ever happened. The only thing to do was to give the guy what would've been his earnings and forget it. Lucky thing for "Robert" that he wasn't dealing with the wrong people.
I did not like the area. The people were aggressive and crass. The people I knew when I moved there weren't people I wanted to know. So I did it for a couple of months and split.
Maybe when I get to the first days of doing this I'll tell a more exciting tale. I was habitated to the ways of the world. While I'd rather work in commercial carnality than selling meat at a deli counter it wasn't really more exciting.