To steal an organizing principle from Videogum/your sister as she walks through the mall mocking people, that's your hustler. I would say, "that's your boyfriend," but I think it's safe to say that Fiona James belongs to no one except Benjamin Franklin. I'm in love with this guy's affect (if you're out for a femmier version of Isaac Mizrahi, have I got the male prostitute for you!), and his outrage over his potential client's failure to grasp circumcision terminology. I also love the way he runs down his stats with the forced enthusiasm of a movie-theater worker trying to sell you a bigger soda for 50 cents extra. Basically, I love everything about him. Hands off, that's my masseur!
Also, I have no idea why I've been posting so much about sex workers lately. I assure you this is just a weird flukey thing -- this site is not becoming fourwhore.
(The clip comes from the obviously amazing 1993 doc Hookers, Hustlers, Pimps and Their Johns.)
To think of all the good he could have achieved by endorsing the use of condoms in Africa. I fear the Pope will leave this legacy of mishandled opportunities for another to fix.
Posted by: solar geyser | June 18, 2012 at 02:06 AM