minutes.
Most, though not all, other clients gave Jacinto tips. Usually, the tips far exceeded the customary 15 percent. In spite of all the generous tips, Jacinto did not make a lot of money from his massage business. Typically, very busy weeks were followed by dry spells. On top of it, Jacinto was unwilling to sit by the phone and wait for clients to call him at odd hours. But when he did make money it was, at times, impressive. One Saturday night he made $325 in four hours. Pretty soon he thought that "releasing" a client, even if performed somewhat ineptly, ought to command a large monetary reward.
Had I been able to speak frankly to Don Leo, I would have told him, "Don Leo, don't feel sorry for Jacinto. When he gives you a massage he always listens to tapes of his favorite music. You are kind to him, and there are no supervisors to push him around. Had he worked as an orderly in a hospital, one of the few types of menial jobs he may have been able to secure, he would also have very close physical contact with men—most of them very sick. He would work without the music, the kindness, and the $100 bills. He would be harassed by all kinds of supervisors and argue with co-workers. It would take him two eight-hour shifts to make what you give him for an hour's worth of work!
"Also, Don Leo, you are not the only gay person without a lover. Other gay men go to public restrooms to get the same sex you obtain from Jacinto. Your way is safer, more personal, sanitary, and elegant. But, you say, "I have to pay for it; they get it for free!' Yes, that is true. But consider the fact that the person bringing you to a climax is personable, cheerful, and cute. You got to choose him! In the restroom the guy who jerks you off may well be dirty and ugly. So forget the money and count your blessings!
"Now, then, Don Leo. If you insist on tipping Jacinto and other masseurs, add another $10. This represents a generous 20 percent tip. Get a life, Don Leo. You don't need to work two jobs so that you can overwhelm masseurs and models with your generosity. And, Don Leo, if you want to find a lover, advertise in the personals of a gay publication. Sex workers are professionals. They are not supposed to become lovers!"
With no disrespect whatsoever, I compare the hiring of a hustler or model to the buying of a used car. In the used car business, each deal is unique. You can get a good deal to suit your budget, but you need to look hard for it!
* * *
Before I close this chapter, I would like to discuss how hustlers and models are chosen by their clients.
Anywhere in the world, if you go to places where street hustlers congregate, you will see very few good-looking guys, a lot of ordinary-looking hustlers, and quite a number of homely dudes, sometimes including "physically challenged" ones. Mind you, I am not speaking about hustlers who look like punks or plain bad-ass guys. This image is deliberately cultivated by some hustlers because it is prized by their clients.
At any given time, only a limited number of hustlers are in the street or the bar. Out of that limited number, only three may interest a client. One may be disqualified because he is not sexually compatible, and the other because he charges too much. This leaves only one candidate. He has a few attractive features, appears to be a friendly guy, the price is right, and there definitely is sexual compatibility. But, unfortunately, he is far from handsome.
The client has three choices: pick him up, hang out for another hour and wait for more options, or call it quits for the evening. More often than not, the far-from-handsome guy will be picked up by the client.
My experience, which I am sure is shared by many other clients, has been that I do better with hustlers who are not Adonises. For one, perfect hunks and beautiful queens are sometimes conceited and difficult. For another, we tend to overlook the bad qualities and make excuses for the shortcomings of partners who
Most, though not all, other clients gave Jacinto tips. Usually, the tips far exceeded the customary 15 percent. In spite of all the generous tips, Jacinto did not make a lot of money from his massage business. Typically, very busy weeks were followed by dry spells. On top of it, Jacinto was unwilling to sit by the phone and wait for clients to call him at odd hours. But when he did make money it was, at times, impressive. One Saturday night he made $325 in four hours. Pretty soon he thought that "releasing" a client, even if performed somewhat ineptly, ought to command a large monetary reward.
Had I been able to speak frankly to Don Leo, I would have told him, "Don Leo, don't feel sorry for Jacinto. When he gives you a massage he always listens to tapes of his favorite music. You are kind to him, and there are no supervisors to push him around. Had he worked as an orderly in a hospital, one of the few types of menial jobs he may have been able to secure, he would also have very close physical contact with men—most of them very sick. He would work without the music, the kindness, and the $100 bills. He would be harassed by all kinds of supervisors and argue with co-workers. It would take him two eight-hour shifts to make what you give him for an hour's worth of work!
"Also, Don Leo, you are not the only gay person without a lover. Other gay men go to public restrooms to get the same sex you obtain from Jacinto. Your way is safer, more personal, sanitary, and elegant. But, you say, "I have to pay for it; they get it for free!' Yes, that is true. But consider the fact that the person bringing you to a climax is personable, cheerful, and cute. You got to choose him! In the restroom the guy who jerks you off may well be dirty and ugly. So forget the money and count your blessings!
"Now, then, Don Leo. If you insist on tipping Jacinto and other masseurs, add another $10. This represents a generous 20 percent tip. Get a life, Don Leo. You don't need to work two jobs so that you can overwhelm masseurs and models with your generosity. And, Don Leo, if you want to find a lover, advertise in the personals of a gay publication. Sex workers are professionals. They are not supposed to become lovers!"
With no disrespect whatsoever, I compare the hiring of a hustler or model to the buying of a used car. In the used car business, each deal is unique. You can get a good deal to suit your budget, but you need to look hard for it!
* * *
Before I close this chapter, I would like to discuss how hustlers and models are chosen by their clients.
Anywhere in the world, if you go to places where street hustlers congregate, you will see very few good-looking guys, a lot of ordinary-looking hustlers, and quite a number of homely dudes, sometimes including "physically challenged" ones. Mind you, I am not speaking about hustlers who look like punks or plain bad-ass guys. This image is deliberately cultivated by some hustlers because it is prized by their clients.
At any given time, only a limited number of hustlers are in the street or the bar. Out of that limited number, only three may interest a client. One may be disqualified because he is not sexually compatible, and the other because he charges too much. This leaves only one candidate. He has a few attractive features, appears to be a friendly guy, the price is right, and there definitely is sexual compatibility. But, unfortunately, he is far from handsome.
The client has three choices: pick him up, hang out for another hour and wait for more options, or call it quits for the evening. More often than not, the far-from-handsome guy will be picked up by the client.
My experience, which I am sure is shared by many other clients, has been that I do better with hustlers who are not Adonises. For one, perfect hunks and beautiful queens are sometimes conceited and difficult. For another, we tend to overlook the bad qualities and make excuses for the shortcomings of partners who
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