CALL OF THE DAY: “do you know about the Castro?”
He doesn’t request me or call very often, but his set-up is so specific that I have no problem remembering. Also he has what I think is an Australian accent.
ANYWAY, he spends the first few minutes talking about a girlâ€”any girl, for a little while it was his best friend’s younger sister, then it was Jennifer Love Hewittâ€”and then the rest of the time he talks about all the sex he has or wants to have with men to show her how much he loves this girl. I haven’t figured out if this leap in logic makes it a fantasy of humiliated submission or of reverence, or maybe it’s both. Or it’s just a device to get to cock. It doesn’t matter, I suppose. In our service relationship it functions very simply: by sucking cock “on behalf of” a girl, he’s letting me know, and reminding/reassuring himself, that he’s totally straight.
Lately he’s been fixated on this girl on his co-ed soccer team; in the second-to-last call we had, he talked about how he was so turned on by some FB pictures of her that he had to call up a male escort. He only lives about 40 minutes away from San Francisco, so the escort told him to come to a club in the Castro. “It’s a neighborhood in San Francisco that is all gay men. Do you know about the Castro?”
Um. Yes, honey. I know about the Castro.
But you wanna know the detail that, in my mind, puts this guy firmly into the untethered-to-reality category? The last call I did with him, he said that the escort called him back to invite him over for an actual date. Yes, baby. Because when a male escort is off the clock, he will naturally want to unwind with an insecure, horny guy who can only come when he’s got a dick up his ass and “Jennifer, I love you” on his lips.
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