Dear Dr. Strangelove
Dear Dr. Strangelove:
My main turnon is young hustlers. I’ve taken my life in my hands more than once to pick up some young rough trade. These young straight dudes in the 18-to-28 group, especially with all their streetwise ways, make my dick go crazy. I especially like to rim them while they twist my tits. Their armpits make me nuts. Can you tell me what’s the going-rate, since I’m new to San Francisco, and how dangerous picking up hustlers actually is?
—Ready and willing to pay for young tough stuff, San Francisco
Dear Ready and Willing:
THE OLD CROW BAR on Market Street until this last year was the center of street-hustler activity
in San Francisco. You might try the NEW OLD CROW BAR just off Market on 6th or 7th, but we’re not sure how the action is. (It had to move indoors somewhere, right?) The street is busy on Market between 6th and 7th, and the pickup choreography there’s as old as the oldest profession itself. Lots of johns cruise by in their cars and pickup the guys who are looking for action from the curb.
Street hustlers are basically interested in nothing in their lives so much as sex and violence. Most of them got their first tattoos in the California Juvenile Authority. One john we know says he keeps his hustlers very busy putting out the sex; he figures if they’re getting sex, they’ll skip on the violence. This guy like his boys real tough, and gets them to rough him up in the sack. He’s had his share of close calls: besides being robbed a couple times, he’s had a gun or a knife held on him more than once after having what he called even afterwards some of the best hustler sex he’d ever had.
Hustlers in SF go from $15 for simple bj stuff and on up, depending on the specialities you request. Thirty dollars is probably average for an hour’s slapping, strangling, tit-twisting, cocksucking and verbal abuse.
Remember, hustlers are minimalist artists: they’ll do as little as they can to get you off. Figure that you’re hiring an actor for an hour and you’re the director. If you don’t specify and tell him exactly what you want, it’s not his fault if you don’t get it.
There is no safe street hustler. On expert authority, we can say: on the whole, SFO hustlers are much safer than the more hardcore LAX type. The best you can do is meet other johns and trade notes on tricks. There is a word-of-mouth street network whereby one hustler who is bad news gets his bad rep spread by the other boys. So, if you’ve had one hustler you feel you can trust, ask him to point out to you from your car other enterprising entrepreneurs you’d like. Give him a couple bucks for° the “reputation” tour. But, remember, that, like anything else, can be a setup too. But that’s the point of your hardon for these toughies. anyway: terror and the thrill of the forbidden meat that will play with you for an hour, and then go out and spend his bucks on the young chicks he prefers.
These young guys never lose their appeal. Individual ones grow older, but the breed never dies. Thank God, for all those midwestern homes where the exasperated daddies throw their bad boys out, or cause them to run away. Have fun with these “straight” toughies, but be on your guard.
—Dr. Strangelove
Dear Dr. Strangelove:
The Russian River is the most beautiful place I’ve been in California, but it seems like Castro
North. I’ve got nothing against pretty boys, but I do like men in their 30’s and 40’s: they seem to
have more character in their faces and are kinkier in bed. (I’m into fistfucking, so I like a strong man with a slow hand.) My problem is a small one: how do I separate the men from the boys Up At the River where everybody tends to drop their hardass City look and go native in shorts, etc. —Just a little bit country, Daly City
Dear Daly City:
Try a nude canoe trip with your can of Crisco on the prow. Hit the RAINBOW CATTLE COMPANY in Guerneville, or the CRANKSHAFT, 101 south of Santa Rosa. Cruise the flea market Saturday/ Sunday mornings just south of Sebastopol. Check out the Sonoma County way gusy dress. (There’s hundreds, maybe a thousand, guys who «= 1noved permanently up ne» ‘lie River.) Go out hunting the Sonoma County “natives,” and take along your grease. You’ll be surprise at the caliber of country style homomasculine men you’ll meet.
—Dr. Strangelove
Dear Dr. Strangelove:
I confess. I am a fetishist pure and not-so-simple. I am not anti gay sex, but I frankly prefer fetish sex to conventional vanilla kiss-suck-fuck.
I like to relate to other men through their clothes, and through the way they present their LOOK in their gear. I like the imagery and symbolism.
I try the bars because of the large cross-section, but I find more often than not that men clothed in heavy fetish stuff don’t hold up to the image they project: linemen, cops, good ol’ redneck country boys. After some conversation (or worse, after getting back to my place or his), he abandons his fetish signals. He fails to carry through in private what he signaled in his public presentation. I mean: he strips off his gear and gets down to his skin! Nothing wrong with pressing flesh, but my head needs the clothes fetish trip.
In short, how do I separate the real Fetish Men from the boys who sail under false hankies and whose keys are just junk jewelry? How do I convince my partner to maintain in private the very fetish that he turned me on with in public? My problem is that a lot of men seem to let their cocks get in the way of the more interesting fetish stuff I want to do to/with/on/over/under/ through them. Then, for me, comes the hot J/O and/or fucking.
— Cruising for something special, San Jose
Dear Special:
Obviously clothes don’t make the man when you’re trying to make the man’s clothes.
Your problem is usual enough. You seem to be an evolved man whose homosensuality is a bit at odds with mainstream homosexuality. You want sensual encounter. Your partners want a genital experience. Try to meet them halfway. Remember: as a homosensualist you have to teach a little. You have to pin on your balls and lead the dance directly.
You say that even your fetish activity, while focused on image and symbol, nevertheless involves a great deal of mutual jerkoff. So strike a balance. Be prepared, when out catting, to do a little educating. Many gayboys are panting to be led to more complicated Head-Sex. Use your common ground of mutual J/O. Usually fetishists (who maintain their fetish integrity in-scene) are Supreme Jerkoff Artists.
You probably need classified ad and phone referrals more than you need to run the chancy gauntlet of the statue/attitude bars, baths, and backrooms. It pays to advertise for exactly the scene you want. Attitude is no substitute for aptitude.
—Dr. Strangelove