Friday, June 01, 2007
Proof of Friendship with Sex Workers
In March of this year I suffered a stroke from which I was not going to recover as a whole person. But after a few weeks I got better, and after enrolling in a rehab program, I am almost back to normal.
I had many visitors, more than I would have expected before my illness. Since I couldn’t communicate with most of my friends many discovered my illness by calling various hospitals. Most amazing to me was that my main visitors were two of my sex workers. One who has retired from the profession and we stayed best friends, and the other one I had been seeing regularly for some four months before I fell ill. He checked the hospitals when, suddenly, I missed an appointment with him and didn’t answer his phone calls. He visited me daily at the hospital including the week when I was completely mentally deranged.
One cannot even say that he did it to save his most regular client. For the first two weeks it seemed likely that I would be smiling at him from heaven . . . or the other place. It is true that I helped him establishing his business by writing his ads and telling him what to do in various situations but, still, he had no obligation to visit me daily. Yes, he does like older men and feels that we are friends not just escort and john but still . . .
Once my other sex workers (some of them whom I haven’t seen in years) discovered what had happened they visited or wrote to me – all of them offering their help.
When I wrote my book “Sex Workers As Virtual Boyfriends,” I thought it was a catchy and realistic title. I never imagined that the word “virtual” would be superfluous in some circumstances.
I realize that not many gay men who use the services of sex workers have this kind of a relationship. All I can say is that I have had such experiences from a very young age and, as I grow older, they get more intense.
In March of this year I suffered a stroke from which I was not going to recover as a whole person. But after a few weeks I got better, and after enrolling in a rehab program, I am almost back to normal.
I had many visitors, more than I would have expected before my illness. Since I couldn’t communicate with most of my friends many discovered my illness by calling various hospitals. Most amazing to me was that my main visitors were two of my sex workers. One who has retired from the profession and we stayed best friends, and the other one I had been seeing regularly for some four months before I fell ill. He checked the hospitals when, suddenly, I missed an appointment with him and didn’t answer his phone calls. He visited me daily at the hospital including the week when I was completely mentally deranged.
One cannot even say that he did it to save his most regular client. For the first two weeks it seemed likely that I would be smiling at him from heaven . . . or the other place. It is true that I helped him establishing his business by writing his ads and telling him what to do in various situations but, still, he had no obligation to visit me daily. Yes, he does like older men and feels that we are friends not just escort and john but still . . .
Once my other sex workers (some of them whom I haven’t seen in years) discovered what had happened they visited or wrote to me – all of them offering their help.
When I wrote my book “Sex Workers As Virtual Boyfriends,” I thought it was a catchy and realistic title. I never imagined that the word “virtual” would be superfluous in some circumstances.
I realize that not many gay men who use the services of sex workers have this kind of a relationship. All I can say is that I have had such experiences from a very young age and, as I grow older, they get more intense.
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