J Wells - The Male Hustler

Not too long ago an extraordinary motion picture played an informational role in the sexual revolution by letting the general public know what a male prostitute is. The film, Midnight Cowboy, was enormously successful, and was said to have added a phrase to the American language. It is interesting to note that the phrase itself did not by any means originate with the movie. It has for years been a generic term in the homosexual subculture and serves to label a particular type of male prostitute.

But the phrase was certainly new to the general public, as indeed was the films subject matter. The majority of non-homosexual viewers probably had previously shared the delusion of Joe Buck, the films title character i.e., that a male prostitute was a physically attractive and sexually competent young man who earned his living by selling his services to women.

Heterosexual male prostitution does exist, as it happens, but on an infinitely smaller scale than its male counterpart. Typically, the heterosexual male prostitute is far more the amateur whore, living off one womans bounty for a certain amount of time, then moving on to another. He is more likely to be a male mistress than a male prostitute as such.

The bordello for women is a device of long standing in pornographic novels, but if it exists to any appreciable extent in present day America, it is well concealed indeed. Nor do there seem to be many cases of males earning a living by servicing female clients on a cash-and-carry basis.

The underground press carries any number of advertisements of masseurs and male models. Often the advertiser will state that he only services males. My personal research has indicated that female response to these ads is quite low, although it does exist. (I would suspect, incidentally, that as the distinction between male and female roles in our society narrows, women will be considerably more inclined to avail themselves of these services. Just as certain men will occasionally prefer purchased sex to the free article, so would it appear that emancipated women may feel free to exercise a like option.)

Still a greater portion of the masseurs and male models emphasize that they accept both male and female clients. Here the gulf becomes quickly evident, as almost all of those whom I interviewed reported an extreme preponderance of male clients, with several confessing that, while they received periodic telephone inquiries from females, they had never massaged or modeled for a female except free of charge for their own amusement. Some insisted at the onset that female formed a substantial part of their clientele; in each instance, subsequent questioning established that this was not the case and that they elected to give this impression either to maintain a heterosexual image or for some other purpose of ego-gratification.

None of this surprised me much. There are several reasons why heterosexual prostitution is apt to be a far more rewarding career for a woman than for a man. The most obvious is that there is nothing easier for a woman to find than casual sex. A woman who goes to a bar with the avowed intention of getting picked up can hardly fail to accomplish this end, while a man who prowls the streets looking for an agreeable woman can wear holes in his shoes to no avail. This seems every bit as true in the sexual underground, where advertisements placed by males looking for contact with females outnumber their opposite by perhaps a hundred to one. There seem to be more men interested in casual sex and more men actively looking for casual sex in every stratum of society. And, while I expect this dichotomy may narrow over the coming years, I doubt that it will ever disappear entirely. Womens Lib theorists to the contrary, there are fundamental biological differences between the sexes that do seem to define their differing sexual attitudes. Nor can one explain this away as an effect of culture or society; a parallel dichotomy exists throughout the animal kingdom.

Higgimus, hoggimus, girls are monogamous, said Dorothy Parker. Hoggimus, higgimus, men are polygamous.

No one ever said it better.

Thus, as Joe Buck found out, a male prostitutes customers are almost invariably male themselves. Are they, then the hustlers, cowboys, trade, studs, or what you will are they homosexuals themselves?

The answer is (a) that it depends how you define homosexual, and (b) that it depends what sort of male prostitute you are talking about. Some hustlers consider themselves exclusively heterosexual and insist that they would never go with another man except for money, that they do it because it is the worlds easiest way to make a dollar, and that the suggestion that they derive any pleasure whatsoever from the act is absurd. Others regard themselves as bisexual, either expressing a general preference for heterosexual relations or insisting that the sex of their partner makes no difference at all, that it is the least important variable in determining whether or not another individual is sexually attractive. And quite a few others are exclusively homosexual.

(Moreover, a large proportion of the more typical midnight cowboys, the street hustlers, could most accurately be described as asexual. They do not really relate to any sexual partners, male or female. They may be basically narcissistic or may simply be too emotionally inhibited to relate to another person. Of the cases studied in the following pages, Alan is the most articulate example of the asexual hustler.)

Who patronizes male prostitutes?

Homosexuals, obviously. But what sort of homosexuals? And what motivates them?

At first glance, it would seem logical to assume that homosexuals would be far less inclined to purchase sexual favors than would heterosexual males, if only because it is so much easier for a homosexual to find a willing partner for a casual encounter.

You just dont spend money on a stud because you cant get anything else, an acquaintance told me. Thats nothing but absurd. Anyone who really wants to can score at a gay bar. And even if you dont feel up to the bar scene, and all you want is something quick and impersonal, why, theres nothing simpler than the baths. I suppose its humanly possible to go to a Turkish bath and not have contact, but only if youve made up your mind you dont want any. You can spend a whole night there and absolutely fuck yourself into a coma. You can be fat and bald and old and ugly and youll still find something.

Then why dont male hustlers starve to death?

Ah, thats something else. You might want a particular type, you know. A lot of fellows are partial to rough trade, extreme butch types who are supposedly not gay themselves. Now you can find no end of butch types who are gay and will be delighted to unzip for you, but thats the catch, dont you see? If theyll do it for free they arent really rough trade, so you dont want them. But if you have to pay for it, ah, then its the genuine article.

Others pay because they want to call the shots. They dont want reciprocity. They want to give the orders. For a few dollars they get to do this.

Another homosexual explained his occasional patronage of male hustlers this way:

Were so conscious of appearance, Jack. Not all of us, not those of us who tend toward long-term alliances, but most of those of us who make a life-style of promiscuity and do this endless neurotic cruising. We make a cult of good looks, we make another cult of youth. When I walk into a gay bar I check everyone out, not only to see who appeals to me and who doesnt, but in a comparative way. Is this one more attractive than I am? Is that one younger or older than I am. I doubt that heteros go through this nonsense. When a man sizes up a woman I dont suppose he has to convince himself with whether shes more or less attractive than he is. Shes either pretty enough to fuck or shes not. But one finds oneself in this absurd situation where one only wants to have sex with someone