My experiences as a gay male escort
Stereotype is real and it aches me to the bone. They keep talking about fundamental human right and they will never let you be what you want. It started with my parents when I was young. There was no event that made me gay, I just noticed while growing up that I felt more sensation when boys touched me more than when girls do. There was a day in class when the dude sitting beside me began to whisper in my ears and before I knew what was happening, I already had an erection. It was my first ever erection and I felt embarrassed about it. What made it worse was that it happened in the public – I never knew it was the beginning of more episodes to come.
It happened very frequently up to the point that I had an erection when a guy held my hand. I was twelve or there about and did not understand most of those sexual stuff. I told my parents about it and the next day, I found myself in the office of a psychologist, a man probably in his late forties or early fifties. He already has baldness eating his hair in a circular manner beginning from the crown. He told my parents to leave him and me alone so they went to the waiting room.
‘Young man, what is your name?’
I told him and he wrote it don on the notepad in front of him. ‘Now tell me what you have been experiencing’.
I took my time to narrate the details to him because he seemed and acted friendly; after about an hour he called in my parents and broke the news t them that I was gay. To my surprise, my dad flared up and began to rant. Each time I think of that moment, I wish it was possible to reverse time to when I was conceived so that I will prevent him from ever being my dad. My mum was more understanding. She didn’t bother about my sexual choice. All she asked of me is that I should be a good boy that she will be proud of.
Growing up in a different neighborhood, I met another kind of stereotype that was viler than the first. It began by mere trading of words, insults and so on if they ever get to know that you are gay. I don’t know who sold me out or how the boys and girls in the neighborhood found out that I was gay. They would jeer at me each time I walked through the streets. The girls would flash their breasts and laugh and mumble words which they obviously didn’t want me to hear. I tried to ignore them. My plan was to leave the neighborhood once I was out of college. Little did I know that I will leave the neighborhood much earlier.
To my greatest amazement, this hate for gay grew to a terrifying level. Gays were targeted and stabbed. They knew all the gay guys in the area so finding them was not a problem. It was like the way mutants were hunted and captured or killed like wild animals in X-men. The first victim was a twenty years old. He was returning from school when some guys pushed him to a corner and stabbed him twice in the tummy. He was luck to survive. Fortnight, there was another attack and this one died. I left the neighborhood afterwards. Each time it happened, they will term it some kind of gang battle.
The new city I went to had a different opinion about gay. Everyone was free to practice whatever they wanted. I quickly blended in and here I am today. I am one of the successful gay male escorts around this area now. People, now, come to me and pay for me to teach them how to become good gay male escorts. Such is life; they reject you at one moment and accept you at another. I am just pleading that the law should let those who are different live their life the way they want it.