All language subtitles for 101_rent_boys

Do you fish?

Have you ever fished?

Okay, well, this is live fishing, with
the exception that you're the bait.

It's the oldest profession in the world,
so they say.

It's a real mind trip, too.

That was an easy 50 bucks.

I thought I'd have to come here and have
snacks or something.

Well, instead, I'm just here exposing
myself on television.

I don't know what's worse.

Oh, well.

You're going to paint me on the camera.

What? What's that?

Why are you recording that? That is so
demeaning.

It's not easy being dirty, white, and
sweet.

Oh, thank you very much.

I don't have any place to put this right
now that would be decent.

The letter is warm.

There's no better friend to Walker than
U.S. Grant and Ben Franklin.

No, $50 does not get my pants off.

Another day at the office.

Number three. Number four. Six.

I'm number nine. Twenty. Thirty. Forty.
Number twenty-five. Thirty-seven. Oh, I

can't believe that I survived.

Fifty-eight. Seventy-five. Zero.

Sixty-nine.

And I'm number nine. And I'm number
nine. Ninety-five.

And I'm number nine. Ninety-five. I
can't believe that I survived.

I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I,
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I,

I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I,
I, I,

My real name?

No.

Shannon Jones.

My name is Shannon Jones.

I'm 23.

My name is Bobby. I'm originally from
L.A.

First time I made money for sex.

I'd have to say I was about 12.

I had a friend of mine that...

Lived across the street from me when I
was younger, and I used to run with him

all the time. And I had sex with him.

Like, it was just me and him fooling
around in a little garage, messing

around. And he always took me to the
hamburger stands and stuff like that

when I was a kid.

And I always wanted to know how he had
money.

And one day he took me to this guy's
house. I was about 13 at the time, I

guess, then. And he introduced me, and I
ended up having sex with him and been

doing it almost ever since.

And then I met this other guy that used
to own a lawnmower shop, and I was with

him for like two years.

And he was a real sweetheart. He took
very good care of me when I was a kid,

and my mom let me stay with him through
the summer, and he always took me on

trips. My mom didn't know that I was
getting fucked by him or nothing like

that. She thought mostly that I was just
there working at his shop or something

like that.

But after a while, when I turned like
15, that's when she really truly found

out what I was really doing.

To really be honest, you're going to
laugh, but I like fat men.

Older, chunky men that are bigger and a
little bit of hair.

They're just, they're really sweet. I
mean, there's people that are, that get

time, take time to know you instead of
just wanting a piece of meat.

My parents took me when I was like 13,
9, 10 years old. 7 years old. I was 13.

I was at Seward and Santa Monica.

15. 16 years old. I was probably 18
years old.

Because they like little boys.

Johns love it when you're that young.

Yeah. All the pedophiles come out of the
woodwork.

Top rigs number 48.

Good.

I don't feel guilty at all right now
about it.

The first time I turned a trick was when
I ran away from home when I was 12 years

old.

It's naturally not that great to fuck
somebody who's old enough to be your

grandfather, but, you know, that's 15
minutes out of your day.

Some great things came out of being on
the street. Like, I can size somebody up

in about three seconds.

And, you know, I know that I got that
from jumping into cars with strangers,

and you had to size up where they were
going to cut your throat, arrest you, or

just blow you, you know, in about two
minutes. You had about two minutes to do

it. The bad part about the boulevard is
it's got a very short lifespan, and

there's a black hole that swallows you
eventually.

Take that call. It's my John. Hold on.

Hello.

To my knowledge, I'm the only one who
got out from that time period.

So... I'm the lucky one.

I didn't even know what pulling a chick
was.

And I already pulled a chick.

Just had them.

I was at a bus stop, and I got picked
up.

He said he would pay me $60, so I got in
the car.

It was through an escort agency.

The guy just wanted me to give him a
connectable job.

He was mad because I had a goatee. He
asked me to sit on his chest and just

jerk off for him. I think he fucked my
dick or something.

Fuck, fuck.

I looked at the magazines and... Thought
about all the girls I wanted to do. It

was pretty boring.

A bottle of champagne.

Bam. For ten minutes, just shutting my
eyes and dealing with it.

And 50 bucks.

Boom. You know what I mean? The money's
there. It's easy.

I can't remember the details.

It's vague.

I've known I was gay from the time I was
old enough to walk. I was always a thug.

Born a non-breeder.

I didn't really realize that being gay
was different.

Yes, I'm a very happy homosexual.

Played with Barbie dolls when I was
growing up. I denied it for a while.

I was attracted to schoolmates that were
boys.

I love to be homosexual. I love to have
men around me. I'm a homosexual.

I can't imagine being straight and
sticking my neck in somebody's ass. I

just can't.

I don't get fucked up the ass. I don't
fuck nobody up the ass.

That's some suck on my fucking cock,
okay?

And that's what I get paid for, and paid
fucking well.

My name's Brett Michael Coon.

I got my nickname, Brett the Brat.

Not that I'm a brat, but because they
think I'm like 21 years old, you know?

Don't be too butch.

What the people don't understand is that
it is so goddamn fucking easy.

And you're the star.

Everybody loves you. Everybody wants to
talk to you. Oh, Brett.

Oh, my big buddy Brett. Little Brett the
brat.

Here, you know, here's $50. Hopefully I
see you later tonight. Here's this.

Here's that. You want a cocktail?

You want new shoes? You want this? Come
on. My God, you know.

It's almost so ridiculous.

You know, a 60-year-old male may have
lost his wife.

Homosexual tendencies came upon.

Sitting at a bar at 6 in the morning.

Um, lonely as all hell. What do you
think they want to hear? They want to

hear that they're special, they're a
nice person.

Um, I like you, you're so nice.

Um, yeah, smile, give them a dimple.

They don't want to think about, um...

The old lovers they have that died of
AIDS. They don't want to hear about the

wife that took off with some guy named
Julio down in fucking Barbados. You know

what I mean? They don't want to hear
about that shit. They want to hear that

they're the special one now and you love
them and that's what you tell them.

And they know it's a crack of shit. I
know it's a crack of shit. You know it's

a crack of shit. You know it's a crack
of shit. But, you know.

You see, really what I do is I'm an
actor.

I'm being paid to play a part, you know,
and play it well and play it

convincingly. Some people just like a
certain type of guy and they try to play

that role.

And every guy, I guess, takes on his own
role.

I've even created people, literally
characters.

Played cowboy, played mother, played
father, whatever.

With some I'm a top leather man, with
some I'm a young blonde go-go boy. Some

guys walk the boulevard in suits and
tuxedos.

It's weird, you know, I call it theme.

Anything I think you want to hear, I'm
going to tell it to you. Getting turned

on is part of acting. That's what I do.
I sell dreams.

I'm sure every actor or actress in
Hollywood is not turned on by the person

that they're making a movie with, but
they're getting paid. It's called

acting.

What's my thing?

That young California skateboarder look,
I guess. I don't know. I mean, I don't

really... I'm just me.

Today, you gotta be real. My name is
Morris Tyrone Fulton.

I'm 33 years old, and I'm still making
money off my body.

A lot of people need to learn how to
dress, though.

Why would you want to walk down Santa
Monica Boulevard with biker shorts on?

I dress like I'm a businessman because
that's what you are. You're dealing with

a public.

Don't conduct it like a child. You
conduct it like a child, people will

treat you like one. Then you won't make
no money.

I mean, don't get me wrong. I mean,
anybody that's working in Santa Monica,

you know, shouldn't be out there. But
sometimes a man's got to do what a man's

got to do. I don't knock a man from
doing what he does.

If you're out there to take care of your
family, then so be it.

I mean, I'm married, two kids.

She's like, you know, you do what you
have to do. I'm not mad at you.

Just don't bring me no disease.

You know?

She's open-minded.

I come home, first thing I want to do is
take a shower, and Ronald's on the couch

and watch BET.

Fun thing to do.

You know, I watch the kids play, and
that's it.

You know, I play with the dogs and call
it a day.

Gay to me is, are you happy?

If you ask me that question, I would say
no.

I like men and women.

Yeah, I'm straight.

I am straight.

I don't know if you call me gay. I like
queens.

I don't know. Most husbands I think are
straight.

I'm not homosexual.

I'm not bisexual.

I'm not even heterosexual.

Let's just put it this way. I'm sexual.

No, I'm bisexual.

I like everybody.

They buy, I get sexual.

If I was gay, I might as well just go
out there and do it for nothing.

I perform in homosexual activities

and...

That's all I'd say to that, too.

I'm a little nervous.

Don't worry about it. It's really laid
back.

I stopped, uh...

gangbanging and I started working the
boulevard.

Being a gang member was fun for a little
while, you know, but

after getting shot at and doing all
kinds of PCP and

just it was crazy, you know.

But that's all right. I am who I am now,
you know. I know that I'm gay.

I'm bisexual.

Life as a hustler in Santa Monica is
more peaceful than life as a gang

member.

Plus, I don't run into the police as
much as I did as a gang member now as a

hustler, even though the police do put
me over just about every night.

That's why I drink a lot, you know. I
drink a lot because it keeps me level

and stuff so I can do what I'm doing.

And plus, it puts a roof over my head,
you know. I get my hotel room every

night.

And it's been a little rough because a
lot of my homeboys don't agree with what

I do. So I have to get into fights
sometimes.

I just got into a fight the other day. I
got stitches on my chin.

I like what I do on the boulevard. I
like the scenery. I like the scene, you

know. The scene's cool, you know. It's
live.

And I love what I do. I love that.

And I'm comfortable with being.

So I have no problem with being touched.

It's never a dull moment.

I like sex.

I don't do it because I have to. I do it
because I want to. I like sex.

As a nymphomaniac, I love to have sex.

Some people like to do cocaine.

You know, some people like to drink.

Some people like to drive fast cars, you
know.

I like to have sex.

Going on a cruise and going to a picnic
is fun, but it's

good cleaning fun.

Some people like that good dirty fun
sometimes.

They want to just feel, you know,
sleazy.

turning tricks, it wouldn't work for me,
and as well, I don't think it would work

for them. I don't buy into the whole
trip about, well, I don't have to pay

for sex. Well, you know, I don't have to
pay for sex either, but fact remains,

the best sex I ever had, I paid for it.

I got picked up by a guy, muscle body, I
mean, dark tan, blonde hair, incredible,

absolutely incredible.

And before I knew it, I was in the
truck, and he's like, well, I'm working

on this construction site in the hills.

So we drive up into Hollywood Hills, and
he was looking for someone to go down on

him, you know, and being as attracted as
I was to him, I didn't hesitate at

complying with what it was that he was
after, and I'll never forget it. Never,

ever.

Never, ever, ever.

And he was married, I suppose, too,
which made it even more incredible.

I think his final words were,

Damn, my wife doesn't do that good.

What do I think is the best part of my
body?

Oh, you tell me.

My eyes. My chest.

All of me.

Everything's sexy on my body. I get a
lot of opinions that I look good. When I

walk down the street, people just look
at me.

I would have to say my dick. My butt. My
dick. My butt. My dick. My ass. My

foreskin. I know it's a definite
delicacy.

They'll ask me, well, can you make it
jump? And I do. I got a six-pack. I can

expand the head of my dick. It's a good
package. I mean, I'm happy with what I

have.

Hey, Tommy Cruz.

That's not like where they answer my
stage name.

I have an agent, and he thought that I
resembled...

Tom Cruise and I hated it. I wanted to
be known for me not for my

similarity to somebody else, but I guess
it's all about money. My mother told me

sitting on my ass I wasn't gonna make no
money so I thought I'd just roll over

and use my ass to make some money.

And I did!

Now this is my money maker.

This is what makes all the money right
there.

People think it's attractive, they like
it because it's smooth and youthful, and

they use the term bubble butt. Until
this day, I have yet to figure out what

bubble butt means.

I assume it's something positive because
everyone loves it.

See this scar right here?

There's a story to this scar.

Never, ever cook bacon in the nude.

That is a lesson.

Once my face wears out, once my ass
starts to sag, you know, hey, I'm out of

the business. I ain't gonna make no more
money.

So you gotta think like that. You gotta
always think ahead.

You can't retire in this business. This
business is immediate funds while you're

young.

I'm not racist when it comes to money,
partner. I don't ever do it for free.

It depends.

It could be $200 a week, it could be
$4,000 a month.

You know this guy ain't got a cheap old
car, and he ain't got no money, he ain't

gonna make much.

A hundredth to two hundredth to three
hundredth. A real good night, I could

make maybe anywhere from $700 to $800.

Anywhere between $300 and $400 a week.

I would charge like $20 an inch, and I'd
say I'm about 8.5 inches, so that's

about $175.

Generally, prices run between $50 and
$60 no matter what you do. You treat

yourself like a $100 hooker, and they're
going to come at you with $100.

That's why I make $150, $200, $300, $400
a trick, not $20. A lot of guys will

come up to me and just say straight up,
I want to get some head for $20. Okay.

Watch your car, and I'm going to give
you $20 worth.

When the people pay me more, I come. A
lot of guys will go and get totally

screwed and all the way up and down for
$20.

And I think that's horrible.

It's awesome.

It is.

Some people just don't want to do
anything.

They don't want to work. They don't want
to get a job. They don't want to do

nothing. All they want to do is hustle.

Very few people like us.

It's a hard way of living.

I'm going to get to lay down.

I'm damn tired.

And people love to be hustled.

You know why?

It's a thing about them. They just love
it.

Gimme, gimme, give, give.

Gimme, gimme, give.

That's all it is.

Thank you. It's mine, it's mine, it's
mine. It's mine. It's all mine.

My name's Scott Noonan.

I'm 22 years old. I'm from Atlanta,
Georgia.

I came to Los Angeles probably just
because of Hollywood, you know, where

people come to be movie stars.

And things turned out different.

I hustle people out of their money. I
try not to have sex with them.

I'd rather scam them out of their money,
have them give me their money.

And that's usually how I get it.

Thank you.

I never feel bad or dishonest about it.
I don't steal anything from people. I

talk them into giving it to me.

And I usually get what I want because I
got a pretty good, you know, honest face

and everything. And I can talk people
into anything pretty much. And I'm

pretty successful. I have my own
apartment.

You know, I wear nice clothes. I buy
whatever I want to buy.

And the more money I make, the more I
want.

I never satisfy with money.

Never. I never have enough.

I'm really greedy.

When I was younger, before I got into
hustling, I got some tattoos.

And I really regret them now because I
sell my body.

I try not to let people see them. But
most of the people that see them, they

don't mind because they like me for my
personality is what they say. But I

don't believe that shit.

It's bullshit.

I mean, if they liked me for my
personality, they wouldn't be trying to

suck my dick or something, you know?

So you're going to take that off, right?

You don't want me to do that.

Why? I'm on hormones.

breath. I'm in the process of
transforming over to a transsexual or

into a woman actually.

Oh Lord, I feel like I'm doing a porno.

I don't wear dresses or pumps or nothing
like that as far as what you see on the

street.

Mine is just a regular gear and I get
picked up like that.

And when I came to Hollywood, we used to
pull routines to where we didn't want to

give up sex for money, so what we'd do
is we'd rip off some of the drag queens

when they'd come out of the date's car
and beat them up for their money.

Or we would take a man and hide two of
us. One would lure a man to our hotel

room. We would all stay together.

And some of us would hide in the closet
in the bathroom and rob him as soon as

he came in there.

Yes, I have a boyfriend.

We're both in the same line of work.

We live together.

My lover, he's more feminine than I am.

He's a good person. He cooks, cleans for
me, takes care of me.

Actually,

we're...

not comfortable with the situation. It's
kind of hard because we're both a little

selfish, you know, wanting each other
for just ourselves.

We don't get into anything too wild or
crazy or anything. I might spank on my

hand or something.

I like to rim them.

I like to fuck them.

That's basically it.

That's basically it.

We set goals to where we're saving
enough money to where we can get out of

this line of work and get us some honest
jobs.

So we can live amongst just with each
other and not feel like we're out there

somewhat cheating on each other.

I love him because he just takes care of
me, I guess. And I never had anybody

there, you know, to really take care of
me. And it feels good to go to sleep

with someone every night and wake up and
they're still there in the morning, you

know. And that's something money can't
buy.

I just want to be loved.

What's love got to do with it?

That's a good question.

I just have myself.

Love to me is more of a state of mind.

Yes, I would like to be with somebody.

I wasn't born with it. I'm not going to
die with it. So it doesn't really make a

damn whether I have it right now or
later or what have you.

Love is a four-letter word.

So it ain't.

When you're a hustler, you can't fall in
love.

Scott, 99.

I'm happy being a hustler. I hope. I'm
not ashamed of what I am. You know, if

it says occupation, if I'm filling out
an application, male prostitute.

Where you work, Santa Monica Boulevard.
We're at all the corners.

You know, I like walking with my shirt
off when it's sunny and going to work

out and get all tightened and hit the
boulevard.

And watch all the cars circle me.

Yeah. The intention.

Now, you know, I'm seeking attention
like a kid.

But I get paid for my attention if you
pick me up.

Because it be on the clock then.

See, even showing them a hoe.

You can't turn a hoe into a housewife.

You can't turn a male prostitute into a
husband.

You know what I'm saying? He's not going
to be. He's always going to be a hoe.

Always. I'll probably be a whore till
I'm 76 years old.

Forever.

And there's nothing wrong with it.

My real name's David.

I go by Nathan everywhere.

Have for three years.

I don't really have any friends.

I mean, besides customers.

The only people you can really date are
other hustlers, and most of the other

hustlers, you can't trust them.

I mean, they'll steal from you or rob
from you or do whatever they have to to

get ahead.

And anybody that's not a hustler doesn't
want to talk to you because you're a

hustler. Do you have a lover now?

Yeah.

We got into speed, and speed kind of
changes people.

It makes it so it's the most important
thing in the world.

And so he went for someone that could
give him more speed.

That just happened like two weeks ago.

We were together for about four and a
half years.

I mean, so if I go on the street and I'm
upset, it doesn't matter. No one's going

to hire you.

They want someone that's happy.

You know, ready for sex.

That's what they want.

What's my client say? As soon as I get
over my boyfriend, then they'll come and

see me again.

But they want him to talk to me until I
get over him.

Which means basically I don't make any
money or anything.

Do you sometimes think you're in the
wrong business?

Every day.

I try to get a job, but nobody will hire
me.

You don't plan for much of the future.

I mean, I've almost been killed probably
four or five times, so you really don't

know if you're even going to live.

I mean, I hope I make it to 30.

You're going to be okay?

Cross your fingers.

Thank you.

My name is John.

Last night, the funniest thing happened.

Someone that I've known for like 12
years, 13 years.

It's always been, hi, how are you and
what's going on?

And he ended up in my bed last night.

And it was just really good to be next
to somebody.

He didn't even notice me.

It's like they weren't even there.

It's scary, you know? I don't blame
people for being afraid, but

it's really hard to tell people, no,
it's not HIV, it's

neurofibromatosis, and the first thing
they think is, can I catch this?

Am I going to wake up with all these
tumors on my body?

I think quite a few people walk out the
door because of it.

I slept like a baby. I woke up this
morning and, you know, I don't usually

fix anybody breakfast.

That's just something I don't do.

I don't even eat breakfast.

But I cooked him breakfast and I had
breakfast.

And coffee.

Sounds like a line out of a movie, but
it's true.

Everybody is somebody's type. What turns
me on sexually?

Am I?

White boys.

Let me get some water.

Pretty much anything as long as the
price range is right.

I like femininity.

There's a woman in the room. I like a
guy with a nice big dick, like Dirty

Todd. But I like older men.

I like bright.

I don't care about immaturity.

They're like good wives.

Spandex is cool.

Nasty, fun, creepy sex.

Because it doesn't bind, you know what I
mean?

Flicky ass.

getting in there and i don't know oh
yeah men with pretty asses ass i

like to fuck asses and that's my thing
you know like especially like if they're

a little sweaty or something you know
and uh um you know like the smell that

i don't know it just drives me crazy
call me the ass man though i like

someone when they touch me on my knees
and i could just come i've got a thing

for like

Being out in the mountains and doing it
in the wilderness or something.

Sounds wild.

The LAPD, they turn me off.

A little fat is okay, but a lot of fat
can be really hard for me to deal with.

Old people that treat you like a piece
of meat.

I won't do multiple partners.

Drag queens.

Turn me off.

I won't get fucked.

I won't get fucked.

And I don't like sucking dick. I'm sorry
I think of it that my back end is for

exit only.

My name is Dominic J.

Shuffalino III.

I am so, so intelligent, okay,

that I don't understand why I'm at this
position in my life where I have to do

this.

Give me my money.

Give me my money, you wild boy. I was
brought up in an upper-class family, and

I am a very, very picky person about
what I do.

I had one guy. He told me to go to the
bathroom, and he told me not to wipe.

And I was like,

you better repay me some damn good money
for this.

He's like, okay, I'll give you $500. I'm
like, okay, let's go.

And he sat there.

Did not touch my rear end or anything,
just sat there smelling it, and he got

off to it.

Nobody touches my hair.

Nobody.

Won't happen.

Let me put it this way. When my hair is
dry and washed and conditioned,

It feels like silk or satin.

But nobody else knows that because
nobody touches my hair.

I am a complete J.A. when it comes to my
hair.

I would rather have someone touch my
weenie than touch my hair.

I mean, some people enjoy people playing
with their hair.

I don't because I love my hair.

And I try to take care of it as much as
I possibly can.

Which, in my residential position right
now, at this current time,

is not very easy.

I've been on the streets for about a
month, slept in a cardboard bar.

And I like sleep by the freeway.

It's cold sometimes.

I kind of enjoy it. It allows me to be
free. You know, I feel free.

Okay, like the freeway is like right
here.

And the ground is like up right here.
And like all you hear is all night long.

The only bad part about it is when it
rains.

Because, you know, then you're kind of
wet.

So...

No,

no, I was doing like this.

Can you hear that?

I'm sorry.

I just did that to be funny.

I'm sorry.

Well, my name's Bo.

I lost my apartment about a month and a
half ago because my

roommate went to jail and I couldn't
keep up the rent.

I've slept on the roof of an apartment
building.

Excuse me.

You know, I've slept up there before,
but I had my blankets up there. I had a

pillow.

I didn't have a mattress.

I'd double up a couple of pieces of
cardboard and I'd sleep on that.

At least I wasn't sleeping on the
shingles.

I'd been uncomfortable.

You know.

Sometimes I feel ashamed of myself
because, you know, when you're hustling

and you do a date, sometimes it might be
someone that's real big or don't have

much for a look or just nasty, don't
know what they're doing. And sometimes

you have the times where you enjoy it.

You really get into it because it's
someone that you feel attracted to.

I ain't got much family left.

This past Monday made two weeks ago that
my mother died.

You know?

She died on a Monday and I didn't find
out until Thursday.

She'd already been cremated by the time
I found out.

So, as far as that goes, I figure my
mother's in heaven above and she's an

angel looking over me now and she
already knows what I do.

That's the only one I was always worried
about, finding out I was bisexual and

finding out what I do.

But my mother's gone now.

And I know she's seen everything I do
anyways.

And I'm sure even if I would have told
my mother that she would have accepted

me for who I am because she loved me
like that.

My mother was a wonderful woman.

And I got the heart there with mom in it
and I did this myself a bit of homemade

tattoo gun

Hmm

what if my parents saw this I mean I
kind of thought about that yesterday and

I thought well if they're gonna i mean
if they're even watching something like

this to begin with then i don't really
have much to worry about and it's hard

enough i think for parents to think that
the kids are sexual at all much less

homosexual and much less you know doing
it for money they would never think in a

million years that i'd ever even
conceive of doing something like this

it's probably she'll eventually find out
or i'll tell her or something like that

when she's on her deathbed and she can't
smack me or something no my mom suspect

but suspecting and knowing are two
different things no my parents don't

know that i escort they think i work for
a cable company now if they saw this

clip they would totally be shocked
they'd probably have a heart attack my

dad thinks i need to repent god forgive
me if they they did croak and they saw

this i wouldn't mind if they saw it
actually it might

open up their eyes you know that they uh

They disowned me when I was very young
because of me wanting to live my life.

I was with my father. He's in the
military.

And we were watching the news one night,
and they had the Gay Pride

March on TV.

He looked at the TV, looked at me,
looked back at the TV, looked at me.

You know, said, you know, all those
faggots ought to be shot.

And I just, I got upset. I got outraged.

And I told him, I said, you ever say
that around me again, and, you know,

I'll wipe your ass all over the floor.

And this man scared me.

And I just, I couldn't believe I had
said that to him.

Went to school, and I came back home,
and all my bags were on the front porch

packed.

My name is Dustin C.

I'm 23 years old. I'm originally from
Chicago, Illinois.

Well, my father died when I was three.

And I had a rough life with my mother.

She was a heroin addict.

And I was almost nine years old. I
remember the last day with her.

She was sitting there shooting heroin in
front of me. She OD'd right in front of

me and died.

And I just watched her for a while.

And I couldn't really understand.

And then it just finally dawned on me. I
tried to wake her up, wake her up.

And then I went and got my next-door
neighbor. Next-door neighbor came in and

felt her pulse.

And she was dead.

And she told me that she was dead. And I
was like... I

started crying.

I don't know what it was like.

I was so hysterical that I just stayed
there like that for a couple hours,

staring at the wall, crying. I just
couldn't move.

I don't know.

There's actually more than that. It's
feeling something in my mind. It's just

like part of my soul floating away.

And, I don't know, it's a bad feeling,
you know.

Any kid sees their mother die.

Do I get lonely?

There were times I got so lonely that I
felt like killing myself until

I met my lover.

She was a queen. Her name's Cassandra.

When I first saw her, I was in love at
first sight.

My hands were shaking. I was like, it
was so interesting. When we kissed each

other, tingles ran all through her body.

I knew I was in love.

Yesterday, I heard there were a few
people. She broke up with me.

I hope not, you know, because she was
the love of my life.

And she breaks up with me. That would
basically be my whole life.

My name's Daniel Hill, and people call
me Cowboy.

Pretty much an all-out cowboy, hustler.

I got you. Thank you.

I was molested at five years old, okay?

And it's kind of a fucked-up thing
because I didn't tell my mom about it,

and I was about 15, and he says, well,
son, I hope you still know I love you.

I was like, you know what, motherfucker?

I ought to kick your ass right now
because what you did to me is still in

my mind.

I still see spikes in my eyes going
towards your heart.

Okay?

And I see kids on TV getting molested. I
see kids getting kidnapped.

I want to shoot the TV.

I want to break the motherfucker and
find some bitch who did it to those

kids. Because that had to happen to me.

And it's not a funny thing.

And I'm expressing myself a little bit
right now and just pulling that valve a

little bit.

And it really sucks.

The things I want to do is get fucked.

Because that will automatically...

Trigger the switch. I'm going after you,
dude. In your mind.

The first time I got into S&M, type
thing, weird stuff,

a guy wanted me to whoop him with a
whip, right?

I started to whip.

I said, hey, okay.

Bang, bang, bang. I figured this guy
liked to be teased.

He said, you ain't doing it right.
You're not the right type.

I said, what?

What the fuck do you mean I'm not the
right type?

Wham, wham.

I just gave it to him, man.

Just fucking lashed right on him, dude.

And he loved it.

And it's not supposed to love you. It's
supposed to hate it. And I'm supposed to

like it. And you're not liking it. So
bam, bam, bam. What are you doing to me?

Don't fucking use me.

You know?

And I pretty much almost opened up that
little valve I was talking about, the

compressor. Almost opened up the valve.
I said, no, Dan, hold yourself back. You

better calm down.

Dude.

And so I just pissed on him and gave him
a hundred bucks. And I went home.

I love shit like that, you know? I love
water sports.

When I first heard that, I thought they
meant skiing.

I was like, yeah, I like water sports.

And he says, you ever do golden showers?

I was like, golden showers?

I said, what's a golden shower? And then
I'm like, you want me to do what?

There's a lot of people out there that
like to be degraded like that. Some guy

offered me a beer, and I said, thanks.
And he bought me another beer.

I said, damn, thanks. And then he wanted
to drink a glass of my piss.

And he was jagging off. He said, can you
go to the bathroom? I said, yeah, I can

take a piss. Sometimes they're like
inside of your mouth. Sometimes it's

just the face or just the body.

It kind of varies.

Got up.

All over his chest and up part of his
neck.

People who are richer like to get peed
on more than people who don't have

money. It's pretty normal, though, you
know, this line of work.

So I told him to buy me another beer,
and I gave him another glass, you know.

Let's see. I dropped out, or no,
actually I was kicked out of high school

when I was only 15 years old for
threatening to kill a PE coach.

What turns me on? Pain.

I love pain.

I came to realize at an older age, you
know, how much I really... didn't enjoy

when my stepfather used to beat me.

And I would purposely do, I would
purposely misbehave and do things to

piss him off just so I could get him to
spank me.

I like when people put cigarettes out of
my nipples.

You know, I think that's hot.

Um, I'm sorry, what were you saying?

And when I'm getting spanked, you know,
I don't want anybody to be a pansy out.

You know, I hate it when I go and I'm
like, okay, spank me.

And they're like, you know, they give me
a little pat on the ass and I'm like,

oh, that didn't hurt you. And I'm like,
I don't think this is going to work out,

you know.

You know, I mean, I think sex is still
boring. I've tried to weed out all the

people that are just into, like, basic
sex, you know. I like the fetish freaks.

is beautiful.

I'm not worried about anybody seeing
this. In fact, I hope everybody that I

went to high school with sees this,
especially the teacher that I promised

to kill.

I can remember one of the hottest dates
I was on. This guy picked me up, and he

wanted to be beat.

He didn't want me to take my clothes
off. He didn't want me to suck his dick

or fuck him. He just wanted me to beat
the shit out of him.

This guy wanted me to break his rib.

He wanted me to keep hitting him.

Well, I hadn't meant to over-fuck him.

And he told me, he said, I want you to
count how many times you hit me.

And on the hundredth time that you hit
me, I'm going to come.

He started telling me to hit him harder
and harder and harder.

And finally I just hit him hard enough,
I guess.

I felt it break and I felt it come.

So I knew it was up.

Sure enough.

And as I counted it a hundred times, he
came all over the place.

I thought it was pretty unbelievable.

I thought that was pretty hot, too.

My name is Van.

I'm 30 years old, and I'm from Japan.

I'm an artist. I'm a performance artist.

I'm hired for people to fulfill their
fantasies, their deep, dark fantasies.

I was going to be a movie star, you
know, with modeling and acting.

Small parts, you know, I decided, you
know, I had enough.

Then I get into escort work.

The clientele requested a lot of
fetishes.

So I just decided to go, you know, full
master and change

my whole entire house into a dungeon,
dungeon master, you know, with a full

dungeon in my house.

And it's going really well.

Sifting is $300, and usually the guy is
pretty much high on popper

to really get relaxed.

And I have this long latex glove that
goes all the way up to my armpit.

And then I put on a surgical latex glove
just up to my wrist and

just lube it up. And it's a long
process, you know, to get your whole.

get your whole arm up there but uh it's
an intense feeling for the other person

i think for myself too it's um you go in
places that uh even though it's physical

with your hand but for some reason it's
it's also more emotional it's more

psychological too and we both you know
reach the same place it's really strange

at the same time um and i found session
like that i get really exhausted at the

end

The weirdest thing was putting a rubber
hose on their penis.

Well, he just asked me to cut some of my
stupid carrots.

While he played with himself, I dug my
feet into his rib cage, up underneath

his rib cage, and he wanted me to spit
on him and put my feet in his face. But

I was fisting this guy, and all of a
sudden, it just, like, exploded.

Well, you may want to edit this out.

And I've got really good composure in
situations like that. And I was just

really calm. It's like, let's get some
towels and clean up.

He wanted to eat my shit.

Yeah, I have a priest I see regularly.

It's his thing.

And he even has this chair specifically
designed for this.

He likes to be beaten up. And I spanked
him before. He likes to be humiliated.

He likes to eat my butt.

He made an appointment for me when I was
ready to have a movement.

He likes to eat my cum.

He likes to be verbally abused.

And he laid on the floor underneath and
he ate my shit. He said sometimes when

guys find out he's a priest that they
can't beat him up, they can't spank him,

they don't want to hurt him. And I went
through that too. I'm like, I can't do

this too. But I got over it.

I was actually thinking, I was looking
down at this guy and just thinking,

where were you raised or what got into
you or how

did you get to like this? How did this
become a turn on for you?

And I didn't want to think about it too
much longer after that, so.

So are you doing this interview so you
can get money to buy crack?

Yeah.

Are you high right now?

I'm not low.

Speed and alcohol were my best friends.

Alcohol has been my best friend for 22
years now.

Speed, heroin.

Ecstasy, weed.

Allegedly, I do speed.

Okay. Because I do half a gram of speed,
my dick gets hard like this bottle. You

know, it starts leaking pre-cum and
shit. You know, I'm fucking like out

there in space and all I want to do is
fuck for 12 hours.

Speed enables you, so you think, to keep
up with the streets and not have to

sleep, not have to eat.

I've been up for five days. No sleep.

I live like 73-hour days.

Compared to year 12.

You don't need no food or water or
nothing, just sex.

A lot of hustlers spend all their money
back into Crystal.

You know, it's kind of a big circle.
It's never going anywhere.

Yep.

My name is Frank McGinnis, and I'm 35
years old.

I always shoot at Crystal.

That's my choice. I don't like starting
it or anything else.

It makes me a little worried. I do get a
little worried about it.

I'm more concerned, believe it or not,
about seeing people on the street than

myself. I can't see myself in their
same, you know what I mean? For some

reason, I look at them, and I don't see
myself as being them, even though I know

I'm exactly where they are.

I taught myself I would never crystal
again if I lost one of my teeth or

whatever, because it's real common with
people losing their teeth.

Half of my tooth fell out once, and I
didn't care.

You know, I can go from one bar to the
next without a place to live, night to

night,

with a dime in my pocket most of the
time, and live that way.

And in between that, go to A-means, you
know, and try to get out of it.

I played in a tennis tournament, was
seeded second in this tournament.

In the middle of the night, I had to go
out and get drugs.

I could barely, you know, walk the next
day.

You know, forfeit a lot of things.

Remember that song from Sheryl Crow?

All I want to do is have fun.

That was like my theme song for so long.

You know, all I want is fun. But my
friends used to say, are you still

having fun?

You know what I mean? And I'd say, well,
I'm trapped.

No, you're not. You can get out of it.

I do feel trapped.

And it's not even a trap. Before it was
a trap I didn't want to be in.

Now it's a trap that I don't really care
anymore.

You know, you get to that point where
you just don't really care.

Well,

my real name is not Ashley.

I go by Chad, my grandmother nicknamed
me Chad because she hated the name

Hubert.

And so did I, so Chad stuck with me
through kindergarten on up.

I am now 32.

I guess I'm holding my age up fairly
well, considering the hell I've been

through.

I've been...

Brutalized. Gay bashing three times.

I've had eggs tossed at me.

My lover of seven and a half years that
just passed away in May.

He died of AIDS.

He used to overly abuse me.

And physically.

pick me up and throw me across the room.

So I learned to fight like a man.

When my lover died in May, I swore that
I'd never pick up a needle again.

I hadn't until last night.

And I ended up shooting for the first

time since.

My lover died.

I feel real guilty

because I broke a promise that I made to
him on his

deathbed.

I even feel more guilty because I have
his ashes sitting in a

cremation urn in my storage.

I can't bear to sprinkle them to the
ocean like he wanted done.

You're going to be okay?

Just a little emotional.

It's come down from the drugs.

But see, this is not going for drugs.

This has to go for a debt that I owe to

keep from losing everything I own in
storage, basically.

I have to pay more money to them.

I don't want to grow up.

To be able to live a full life. When I
grow up. That's a good question.

I'm not going to grow up.

So, in other words, what you're telling
me is that you really don't think I'm a

grown-up. I produce that music.

I've always wanted to sing.

You find me a nice little sugar daddy.

I just want to be happy.

I think I'm cute enough for it. I want
to be happy.

You know, 2.3 adoptive kids, whatever.

Become a world-renowned chef or
something like that. I love to cook.

That's my hobby.

I actually came here to become a tattoo
artist.

Well, now I want to write about the sex
industry.

Baseball player.

Get back on my basketball court.

I'm not going to be anything when I grow
up. I'm already grown up.

It's like the vampire bat coming out at
night and feeding on cattle.

When the vampire bat bites,

It has a secretion that kind of is a
painkiller, and it kind of gives the cow

a little bit of euphoria.

So while the bat's feeding, the cow
doesn't chase it away and knock it away

from feeding so it can go ahead and
feed. It doesn't feed enough to kill it,

so it doesn't bleed the cow to death.

But every time that vampire bat comes
back, it brings a few maybe germs and a

few of this and a few of that, and the
sore starts getting festered, and it

starts sending blood poisoning through
the cow.

Eventually the cow dies, not so much
from the wound, but from the side

effects of all the things going on
outside of it.

Prostitution is the same kind of thing.

At the beginning it's an ego trip. My
God, he gave me $400 just to go here and

do this.

Wow, I must be something if someone's
willing to pay that kind of cash.

Then it develops into, well, you know
what, I need money.

Because now that I've gotten this kind
of money for doing this, I get used to

doing it and getting used to having the
money. So you start spending it and

doing crazy things, and then you start
doing dope to deal with the fact that

you're now using intimacy as a
commodity.

You've got these naive kids going out
there, finding this wonderful way of

making money, and these tricks prey upon
that.

They're not bad people. I mean, just
like the vampire bat in and of itself is

not a bad thing.

It's just surviving.

But the whole situation ends up so that
the kids get eaten away, eaten away,

eaten away, and their insides gone after
a few years.

No hustler can live forever unless he's
Dorian Gray.

I'm getting too old for this.

I don't want to hustle too much longer.

I don't think I'll do it until 30.

That's the deadline.

You know, I'm not going to retire on
this. I don't want to become an asshole,

and I'm becoming an asshole.

I should plan ahead, but I don't know.

I'm not talking to the camera on this
one. I'm talking to you. Do you

understand what I'm saying?

I don't. I'm not an asshole. I don't
want to become an asshole, but I am.

I'm kind of sick of it and I just want
to go home.

I'm going to go get on a bus tomorrow
morning and go home to mom.

I'm just tired of it all for a while,
you know.

I guess it's like smoking a cigarette.

You don't know when you're going to
stop.

I moved to Los Angeles to pursue my
career as a writer.

A lot of people don't put it together
that someone who's an escort has any

kind of intellect, which is wrong.

Sometimes I feel like strangling people
that they don't understand or that they

don't see the hundreds of other ways
that they prostitute themselves, but

they don't unzip their pants or
whatever, right?

I love the idea of someone paying me
because they...

find me hot or, you know, because they
want my body, that really turns me on.

And every time I get in a situation
where I'm meeting an older gentleman,

they start presuming that I have some
kind of a broken background and that I

need to be saved and that they're the
person who could save me from this, you

know, horrible lifestyle of being a
cowboy, which is also...

It's ironic to me that they call cowboys
all the time, yet

don't have any respect for those of us
who are making a living as an

escort. And so I think the problem is
they come off as not needing to be

saved, and they don't like that. I think
they want to save somebody.

I just think that's the biggest lie and
myth about this war.

I really try to be a very conscientious
whore.

I swear, I have a lot of clients who
say, you're a good whore.

I remember one guy, he called me up, and
very wealthy guy, living out in the

hills. I got to his house, and he wanted
me to strip naked, so I did. Then he

gave me a massage.

Then he wanted to give me a sponge bath.

And then he spent about an hour talking
to me about this great experience he had

at a Phil Collins concert.

And then he said, bye.

You know, that's what he needed.

That's what he needed.

It's ultimately, ultimately, it's always
about human contact.

And ideally, I would like to be able to,
with everyone I meet, to be like my

lover, to be like that open and that
flowing.

Why do we put a positive value on
restricting our ability to share

intimacy with people?

Why is that better than being able to
share freely with more people?

Sex is good.

Sex is wonderful.

Sex is one of the best things about
being alive, I figure.

Most people's experience of this
transcendence is...

The orgasm is this momentary thing, and
then you let go, and then, oh, you get

yourself back together, and you're all
guarded again, you know, immediately.

And for a lot of people, that includes a
great deal of shame when you get your

non-orgasmic personality back.

I mean, when you think about the
Catholic Church and all that, the priest

and all the prayers and all the sunlight
coming in through the stained-glass

windows shining down, I mean...

I don't know about you, but I have been
just really... I've been in church and

been really moved by that.

And the reason I understand that is
because I've had orgasms.

That's what sex is. Sex is ecstasy.

I think that the planet and the... I
think it's wonderful.

It's fabulous.

I mean, how can you look at a sunset
or...

see the stars and not think god damn
this is a wonderful planet you know i

mean don't you do that sometimes don't
you like look at the sunset and go damn

that is fabulous who thought of this you
know

Well, the most common misconception
about people who get paid for sex is

that everyone doing it is kind of the
same and we're all cut out of the same

mold. Jaded individuals.

Unintelligent. Dirty.

Thief or gypsy.

Immoral. Unworthy of being loved.

Like you're just trash.

Fuck them.

You want humiliating? You want
degrading? Be a cater waiter.

It's kind of weird sometimes when I go
to a party or some sort of event.

Oh, you're a hooker? You know, they talk
to me like I should be ashamed.

Why do you do that?

Well, I don't know, but why do you buy
it? And I have to stand there and feel

worthy. But they have this mindset when
they're talking to me like I naturally

would be ashamed.

Because they would be ashamed if they
did what I did.

So that's why they judge.

And, uh...

I'm not ashamed.

So therefore, I have to stand there and
be strong because they wouldn't if they

were in my shoes.

Because they would be ashamed.

And I don't choose to be ashamed.

Does that make sense?

We're giving you three minutes.

Three minutes. The camera's on. You can
say whatever you want. When you stand

up, we lose your head. Oh, do you?

Yeah.

Man, that was, that was alright.

It's hot.

Caliente, mucho caliente.

By the way, um, I really have never made
any money for having sex.

But, um, I am a hustler because I just
hustled you guys out of 50 bucks.

Suckers.

What the fuck?

I'm telling my personal story.

I don't know what to do.

Hi,

Mom.

I don't know. I feel kind of naked.

Because I'm looking at myself for the
first time, I think. Well, not myself,

but... this aspect of my life for the
first time.

And it's been, God, three to five years
already.

I never thought about it.

Kind of sad, I think. I feel kind of sad
right now. I don't know why.

Got me looking naked, stupid on this TV
show.

Thousands of people.

I want some more money, okay?

I'm going to demonstrate for you.

Three positions for autofillet show.

I think they're gone.

Check this out. Hey, these people are
crazy.

I ain't never seen others like this in
my life.

These people are fucking wack. What is
up

with this? People are smoked out.

This shit is crazy.