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Paulyanna: International Rent-boy is an honest and frank portrayal of a working-class male prostitutes life.
Many factors contribute in delivering the main character onto the streets. Some very typical, such as early abandonment, poverty, lack of education and sexual abuse. But Paul does not dwell too much on the past and refuses to allow these events to mar his ambition.
At eighteen a lost train ticket leaves him stranded in the city after a job interview. He uses his questionable wits to make a quick decision that steers him down a rather dodgy path.
Without added glamour or grit, Paul shares the raw accounts of his life as a rent-boy in the 90s, from London to Los Angeles. It may not have been pretty, and there was risk and danger as well as fun and thrills, but Paul had the audacity to succeed in his quest to obtain happiness, security and wealth.
This is not an erotic tale. It is an ordinary account of day-to-day life as viewed from a unique perspective. A peek into what really goes on behind the glassy-eyed smile of a male street worker. Read about his life in this optimistic and fascinating roadbook adventure.

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Paulyanna
International Rent-boy

by Paul Douglas Lovell

Paulyanna
International Rent-boy

Copyright 2013 Paul Douglas Lovell

The right of Paul Douglas Lovell to be identified as the author of the work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright Acts. All rights reserved.


Cover by Paul Douglas Lovell

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Copyright 2013 Paul Douglas Lovell

The moral right of the author has been asserted.

All rights reserved. This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out, or otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than in which it is published and without a similar condition, including this condition, being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior consent in writing of the author.

You may, however, quote short passages without such prior permission in any review of this book you may write.

Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

Disclaimer

This book is a work of non-fiction based on the life, experiences and recollections of the author. In some limited cases names of people, places, dates, sequences or the detail of events have been changed [solely] to protect the privacy of others. The author states that, except in such minor respects not affecting the substantial accuracy of the work, the contents of this book are true.


It was only after the death of my father Douglas Frank Lovell, I felt brave enough to tell my story.


Acknowledgements and Thanks:

Firstly I would like to thank my beautiful man, Michael Thommen, for trusting and supporting me in this project despite any misgivings he may have had. Deirdre OConnell who guided me and encouraged me to educate myself. I would like to acknowledge the friendship of Russell Newman, Robert Hayes and Wayne Crompton. For first draft reading and advice I would like to thank Andy Seale, Lisa Candal, Emma Purshouse and my sister Carole. Also my editor Stephanie Dagg.


Prologue

Arranging a prenuptial agreement to protect wealth from gold-digging partners was all the rage around the millennium. Before that it was generally overly anxious parents judging, vetting and being very vocal in order to safeguard the interests of their offspring.

Some of you may have been the victim of this judgmental process, and perhaps for most of your life. I know I have, and guess what? Something tells me it may flare up again. After all, Ive been accepted into Swiss society not exactly under false pretences, as I only tell the truth, but I do tend to omit stuff.

Perhaps I fitted in easily because all my friends are kind-hearted and intelligent, or maybe because the Swiss, being very private people, think it odd to divulge personal trivialities to anyone other than their closest associates, so I didnt bother. Although I do have one girlfriend with whom I chat, I was introduced to her as Paul from London who worked in music television. Much better than my West End debut as that fuckin rent-boy from the Black Country, dont you think? This gave me a chance to win her and her compatriots over with my charm.

So I avoided all those pride and prejudice sidelong glances and hushed comments. In my opinion, acknowledging one to be even slightly more equal in turn highlights the other as inferior and therefore unfairly balances the union of two. Being hit with a list of demands or ultimatums can quickly shatter any romance and plant seeds for future conflict. How would you react if given list of twenty demands that needed to be agreed upon before advancing further?

And how do you respond to a simple yet fundamental statement? One like, "I want to know you are not acting on a whim and your love is true?

CHAPTER 1 Introducing Paul

I grew up in the seventies and eighties, an impostor in my own life. Outwardly I appeared to be a normal working-class ruffian, scratching and biting along with the best of them. Inwardly I yearned for wealth and to feel a softer side of life.

Raised by my Dad on state benefits, it was a fairly hard upbringing where going without was an expected fact. School trips, pocket money day, Easter and birthdays always passed by with great disappointment. The words Because you havent got a mom, always followed my moans of Oh, why? I was the youngest of five underprivileged children so it didnt take long to discover that all requests were met with this response and, more importantly, that Dads word was final.

Living below the poverty line meant our house lacked that homey feeling and was always cold. There was a bullet-sized hole in the dining room window. The glass pane, too big and expensive to replace, had been crudely held together by adhesive tape. Over time this had yellowed and no longer really stuck, so allowed the wind to whistle merry tunes through its opening. Closing the front door would make the whole thing rattle, threatening to shatter, year in, year out. It made me anxious because I knew that when it did, we would probably board it up, just like the back door and the window in the hallway. Which, as far as I knew, had always been broken.

In the coldest winters, ice would gather on the inside of the windowpanes and cold water pipes would often rupture. Water would seep through a hole in the ceiling, the result of a previous leak, and once again drench the kitchen. It happened so often that the slightest mention of freezing temperatures had us rushing upstairs to scrub out the bath-tub so it could be filled up with fresh water. Otherwise when the supply got cut off due to a burst, wed either have to collect some white snow from the garden or visit a neighbour with an empty bucket.

We placed glass screw-top bottles filled with boiling water in old socks and took them to bed with us. For extra blankets we used itchy overcoats and thick curtains with metal attachments that scratched at our chins. Sheets of newspapers were also inserted between the covers. The whole thing weighed so much that turning over was nigh on impossible. We were not exactly the snuggest of bugs. It was sheer claustrophobic terror for me to awake with my head at the bottom of the bed. As if being held under water, my blind-panic kicking and muffled bawling would alert my brother to pull me free.

On some occasions after a long, snowy trudge from school, we would be greeted home to the piping-hot aroma of tinned soup simmering on the stove. As feelings of cosy homeliness were rare in a house with no carpet, I always cherished those warm welcomes and perceived them as confirmation of my dads love.

The dark winter evenings brought with it Christmas, a magical time of year full of anticipation. I knew for sure presents and sweets were heading my way. Despite taking the best part of a year to pay for it, my dad usually purchased a large food hamper out of a shopping catalogue. Sometimes we went knocking on doors in the well-to-do areas carol singing to earn some money. We would use it to buy each other gifts. However, I wasnt all that keen on Boxing Day. Even though I was often disappointed by Christmas due to my lofty expectations, the thought of waiting a whole year for it to come back around always seemed like a lifetime.

We may not have had many toys but what we did have was freedom and a lot of imagination. We played outside a great deal, but if I couldnt keep up I wasnt allowed to tag along. My older brothers would run off at full speed and I would attempt to stay on their heels. Then Id stamp my feet in a tantrum as I shouted Fuckin bastards! at their vanishing silhouettes. Id call on friends, most of whom werent supposed to play with our problem family. There had been a petition circulated in the cul-de-sac and the adjoining roads near our home to have us evicted from the street.

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