Prague Rent Boys – Part One

I lived for 5+ years in Prague among that beautiful city’s rent boys — drinking, fucking, pimping, and writing my heart out.

Then, they deported me.

This is the full, untold story, Part One.

Originally published between September 2003 and March 2004.

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He stoned me to my soul/Stoned me just like rock ‘n’ roll

Radovan is becoming a huge, albeit, charming and sexy, drain on my finances. Whenever he comes over I abandon all hope of getting anything done and all hope of holding onto the Crown notes I have in my wallet. Two days ago, he rang the doorbell and asked “It is all right I come up …

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Two recovering Pentecostals and a returning Radovan

I’m sitting in the Globe Bookstore (“an expat institution” says Lonely Planet) accessing the internet once again. Radovan is off baby-sitting a very cool American guy whom we’re trying to persuade to shake off the Pentecostal guilt of his past and enjoy the delights of readily available and cute Prague boys. He’s accompanied by an …

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