George

George, a Roma rent boy smoking

George was in his late 20s when introduced to me by Daniel, my live-in Roma “boyfriend” whom I had during my first six months in Prague. Daniel found him in some gay dance club, came home one night, and made me go out and meet him. I’ll never forget the first time I saw George, dance-shuffling across the floor toward me with a big grin on his face, snapping his fingers just behind the beat.

This was not a charitable act on Daniel’s part. Rather, he wanted to deflect my constant, unwanted requests for sex.

(Daniel was gay and, in my experience, the 100% gay rent boys always cause the most problems unless they’re naturally into daddies, which Daniel was not.)

Anyway, George was heteroflexible and, now that I’m thinking about it, the boy with whom I had the longest running relationship. I saw him on my very last day in Prague. He offered me money.

He was Czech Roma and sadly during the entire time I met him, an amphetamine addict. Subsequently, he lost more and more weight, more and more teeth, and suffered more and more track marks. I always found him sexy, though.

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