The Purple Onion in Atlanta
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Between leaving the gay newspaper and escort businesses and the first trip to San Francisco I hung out mainly with drug addicts and felons. Most of them I met through Charles Ray.
Ray had taken over Party Boys from its original owner who moved back to Miami. We used to swap stories about clients and boys. When I ran into him later he was out of the trade as well. He wanted to start a new escort service with as partner. I didn't a high school diploma, no c.v. of any worth. He offered to pay my living expenses until we could get started. Sure beat doing more telephone interviewing.
Much of the time I lounged around in the restaurant he was running for a yuppie. He and a Young Republican had some pot dealing going on as a sideline. Much safer ways of earning a living than robbing loan companies as he'd done when young. He liked 'fine dining' so we'd go to a nice restaurant in the evening.
Late at night we hit Plaza Drugs a favorite spot for hustlers and hookers. I was pretty comfortable with 'street trash.' It was lots of fun.
On the less cheerful side I wound up with boys Ray wanted to fuck and junkie acquaintances as room mates. I didn't mind killing time while he was with a cute boy but one speed freak passed out in bed with a lit cigarette almost burning the house down.
The guy I shared the room with longest was a con man. I've mentioned him before. He could walk into a bank or liquor store and cash any check. Typical of his trade he was likable but a bit of an egomaniac.
He took me to The Purple Onion. A strip joint in one of Atlanta's redneck fringes. The clientele appeared to be mostly banausic: truckers, mechanics. The place was huge, smokey, a trifle dingy.
The drinks were the worst I've ever had. Ssweeter than soda, they must've added table sugar. To make you gulp them down faster I guess. Same reason bars have popcorn and peanuts.
Our waitress was a pretty black woman with lots of well-shaped silicon. She wriggled frequently setting of the jingle bells attached to her front. Kind of unnerving.
The strippers were a surprise. Fat. On the homely side of plain.
Are straight men less demanding of a potential sex partner's, even a paid one's, physical appearance?
I've idly speculated about this on and off for years. There is no gay male equivalent to BBW.
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