Diary of a Gay Love Hustler: Ricky by Donald King

Author:Donald King
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Barclay House
Published: 1970-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

One Day

One day in this life is about like any other day. Suppose I describe a particular one to you. A few things made it different, but it's fairly typical. I started the day off with a pizza. Having pizza for breakfast isn't the way most people start their day but then most people don't get up in the middle of the afternoon. It was nearly two when I hit the streets and nobody feels like having bacon and eggs at that time of day.

It was raining. Business was sure to be slow. The streets were nearly deserted. I finished breakfast and headed west on 42nd Street. It wasn't raining as hard then and I began making plans. The movies are always good on rainy days. I looked at the advertisements outside the theaters for a likely-looking flick. The nudies are always good. I tried to find one that featured some good-looking male actors on the posters because they drew the customers I was looking for. Nothing looked good.

My clothes were soaking wet by then and I didn't feel like sitting around in them waiting for someone to pick me up in the theaters. I thought of the Turkish baths but I didn't feel like going through that today. It was just too much trouble. I still had a few dollars and I thought of quitting for the day and going back to my room. I didn't feel like that either. My room was too depressing. I was staying at a cheap rooming house and the place was pretty barren. The walls were painted a dirty gray and the two windows in the room faced a brick wall. A bed, chair, dresser, stand, and lamp made up the furniture. All in all, it wasn't a pleasant place to spend an afternoon.

I decided to check out the sex-book shops. Forty-second street is loaded with them. You can't make any contacts in the shops. The shopkeepers won't let you linger there. If they think you're hustling, out you go. It's not that they're that moral. A lot of them trade in pornography on the side. They don't want to invite any trouble from the cops.

I never actually propositioned a guy in one of the shops. The shops serve a different purpose. First, they attract prospective customers to the area. Second, they help you sort out the homos. I watch to see which men are buying the male nudist and physique magazines. I follow a likely-looking customer out and try to start a conversation in the street. If he's interested, he'll take it from there.

You win some and lose some. This day I picked a loser on the first try. I should have known better. He was a timid-looking man about thirty-five and seemed nervous while picking out the magazines. I made some comment about the things he bought when we got to the street. He turned red, mumbled something about being an artist and kept right on walking. I guess he was too shy to make it with anyone.

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