Discussion in 'Ask An Escort' started by johnnyboy, Mar 21, 2008.
In the end, it was the 401(k) match that got me.
And at least one of those Master Degrees is in Kink! Grrrrrrrrrr
In 2006 The Advocate magazine asked me to discuss this topic, here it is. It seems archaic and pretentious to me now.
At your service
compelled this L.A. resident to experiment with a new
persona: Rod Hagen, male escort. His first
client’s heartfelt gratitude led him to the
conclusion that Rod was here to stay.
BY ROD HAGEN
JULY 17 2006 12:00 AM EDT
If you want to
find me—or some other happy
hooker—you’ll have better luck pounding
the keyboard than the pavement. Prostitution now booms over
the Internet for the simple reason that it is needed.
As Gore Vidal wrote in 1966, “If most men and
women were forced to rely upon physical charm to
attract lovers, their sexual lives would be not only meager
but in a youth-worshipping country like America
painfully brief.” Add to that group men in
“Brokeback marriages,” diffident
virgins, and all those requiring discretion, and you
have a community of men with two options: keep it in
their pants or use the power of their wallets.
enter prostitution on such noble pretenses; nobody does.
These reflections came later. In the beginning there
was only curiosity.
Several years ago
(never mind how many) on a red-eye from LAX to JFK, I
read one of the numerous how-to books on prostitution, only
because some genius had slapped a half-naked man on
the cover. By the last chapter I thought, This
actually sounds fun. When I returned home to Los
Angeles, curiosity compelled me to create my working name,
Rod Hagen, and father a Web site. Curiosity then led
me to ring the doorbell of my first client.
living alone, he was just back from a weeklong gay cruise,
during which—to his by-now raging
disenchantment—none of the 1,000 bronzed bucks
had volunteered to rub oil on his less-than-perfect bod. He
told me he’d never been with an escort before
(insecure myself, I kept my professional cherry a
secret). Two cathartic hours later I accepted his
money and thanked him. It was only in the car that I
realized I’d just committed Rod Hagen to
something more than a one-shot test run. At home was
an embarrassingly grateful e-mail. I hadn’t imagined
how much better a little attention would make him
since then has distilled the essence of that first time, as
in an Updike short story where nothing much happens yet by
the end everything is changed.
My testimony from
the trenches won’t change everyone’s
preconceptions about prostitution. But if I’ve
portrayed myself as happy, generous, healthy, and
reasoned, then I’ve succeeded in giving readers
grounds to reconsider.
Rod, you've portrayed the sweet side of you profession perfectly. I only hope that others will sign up to meet you.
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