Paraštuj, Januvari 16, 2009

Getting set up in a new city is never simple and I am beginning to think that I might not have thought this whole Los Angeles plan through enough. First of all the hotel which I had been planning on frequenting changed their pet policies since the last time that I was in town. This led to a last minute reservation at this middle-of-nowhere motel in some part of Los Angeles which is so obscure even most Los Angelinos do not know of its existence. Even then I had to plead with the management to get them to allow a rottweiler in the room, though I did succeed at that. But since then the business has just been awful and I am becoming more than a little bit discouraged. Each client who came through the door walked right back out and I suppose that I have been forced through necessities to advertise as trans again, which never works since post-operative trans folk are not so popular as human commodities are concerned. The men in this town are just too discerning when it comes down to things and I might have to move out to the Inland Empire if things continue in this fashion.

I did have one client who wound up strumming out a few tunes on the steel bodied guitar which I keep with me, and that was nice. I even vamped out the one brief finger picking tune which I know and received some points on technique. There was something comforting about sitting about in the nude and playing with a guitar and I guess it is just further proof that somewhere deep down there is a hippy in me longing to be free, man. Musical talent aside, he was a kind enough man and he seemed to be more concerned with my personal well being than most clients. In the past such clients have just driven me up the wall with their concerns but for once I was able to just accept that brand of attention as something sweet and nice. I think he could be regular material. So things are not one hundred percent awful out here. Things are just seventy five percent awful.

Eugene has been a good companion though. He is an old friend of mine from back when I still lived in Massachusetts and a few weeks back he showed up at the doorstep of the hotel where I entertain my clientelle. From what I understand the man had been moving out to Utah to live with one of his numerous former girlfriends. But things had not turned out as planned because it seems as though said former girlfriend had been spending most of their time together attempting to get back into his pants. He was having none of it and so the bitch decided to throw him out. Seeing as he lacked other options he came out to see me. It was good timing and I was pleased to see him thanks to his talent at distracting me with just the sort of cruel humour I love but cannot admit to loving.

Of course Eugene did not know that I was a hooker at the time. He figured that I was selling lap dances out of a private hotel room and he believed this because this is what I told him. I am not sure why it is that I lied to him but I suppose it had something to do with the intense ribbing and sarcasm that I anticipated him levelling at me if I did. All the same I decided that I would drag him out to Los Angeles with me. I knew that if he came with me I would not be able to hide the true nature of what I do forever but I did not expect him to find out this soon.

I had one client tonight and I flushed the condoms down the toilet like I often do when attempting to dispose of human evidence. It is not the most ecological means of eliminating such things but it works and it is habit and I suppose that I am not all that concerned about used condoms in the end. Except this time I forgot to flush them after depositing them and when Eugene returned to the room he found the condoms floating in the toilet. Not the most graceful means of confessing to a friend but I suppose it is efficient if nothing else. But bless the man because he did not seem to care at all. In fact all that happened was the cracking of a few choice jokes and then a quick return to the usual routine. He was not even surprised (hmmm) and I am at last beginning to recognize that I have this amazing and prodigious stock of allies which it seems I can count upon. Despite the troubles life is so damn good.