Prostitution must be made legal in New York City, or at least the gay hustler bar, Stella’s should re-open.
An “academic” from France who was associated with Columbia University was killed by a gang of gay thugs he met on-line while visiting town for a conference. Had he gone to Stella’s Bar and met a man whore, he’d still be alive, like the wealthy “educated” clients who I once had.
Mayor Michael Bloomberg is responsible for the academic’s death. Bloomberg, who reminds me of most of my Johns, shut down Stella’s when he first became the mayor. His actions are like a black calling another black a ‘coon’.
Stella’s was a who’s who of cocksuckers, including a former Taxi and Limousine Commissioner who my lover at the time had, as well as other rich men who had rich wives who did not care.
Only once did I permit a man to tie me up in a hotel room—how dumb that was, I realize now, but he tied me up on our second encounter, a “date” he called it, where he shelled out and additional $500 for simply tickling me. He claimed that by tying me up, he’d be more turned on because I’d have no way of escaping his “magic fingers”.
The rich John told me all about his fetish at Stella’s where he confirmed with several other male whores that he was safe. He even offered to buy a second male whore of my choosing to watch as he tickled me. I had a slim, boyish figure, right up his alley. His money paid for an unexpected tip to Puerto Rico where I did half the island, forgot about my sinful nature for a weekend, and the fact was, I simply wasn’t ticklish and I considered the job being tickled by him an opportunity to hone my acting and writing skills.
Had I grown up in this new Facebook age, there would be no more status updates for me and they’d find my body with all the other craigslist whores being uncovered in the sands of Long Island.
Let us stimulate the economy and re-open Stella’s so that wealthy tourists are not afraid to attend conferences here and purchase studs that are not afraid to kiss or giggle for a buck.