I abandoned my tent this morning. Not because I wanted to, but because I only had a few minutes to hightail it out of my copse before the cops came. On Saturdays and Sundays I often sleep in later than I normally would during the week. Unlike many urban areas in the world, Prague empties …
Prague Rent Boys – Part Two
I lived for 5+ years in Prague among that beautiful city’s rent boys — drinking, fucking, getting fucked, pimping, falling in love, and writing my heart out.
Then, they deported me.
This is the full, untold story, Part Two.
Originally published between July 2005 and October 2008.
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I took a dark path into the park last night. The only one I know, although I found out this morning on my way out that there are others. I wanted to avoid the long, exposed walk under the sodium lamps that I usually take. I had no idea where I was going to sleep. …
When the cops came around the corner of KFC, where I had just finished perusing my daily news feed and was preparing to write, I knew immediately that they were there because they had seen the blog.
“You want suck me, no? You want sex Rudolfa la-tur?”
Here’s the thing. I knew one of us was bound to bring the subject up, and it was what I’d been thinking whenever I found myself wondering where he was, and if I’d ever see him again. But hearing him offer what I thought I wanted, I wasn’t sure I was up for it. I wanted to spend time with him, but I did want a little something more.