So, a little bit of back story. I was raised solely by my dad, he’s a good man, a lot older than most other dads growing up, but always has been my best friend. I don’t think we’ve ever even gotten into one fight. It was all well and fine, until I was 15 when he was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer’s Disease (AD).
It wasn’t as bad as it sounds at first, sure, my dad would forget things every now and then, but slowly, it crept up, to the point where he struggled to remember my name. He has always remembered I’m his son; but things like my interests, name, birthday, times, etc, were a struggle for him.
I was depending on my father’s money as well as some of my own savings to pay his bills.
Well, the money inevitably dried up. I was working a crappy part-time job, barely eating healthy myself, doing my undergrad (more fees), and going broke…fast.
Then, out of the blue, a guy on Grindr (men hook up/dating app) messaged me and offered me $100 to get intimate. He was in the mid-40s, overweight, and ugly..but I was desperate for some quick cash, and that’s when it all started.
So, from age 22, I’ve been working as a prostitute to pay for my dad’s nurses, specialist appointments, medication, rent, and food. As well as my own living expenses. I’m now 26, – at first, I worked just through Grindr, I used my boyish appearance to my advantage and would message older men, asking for help.
It was surprisingly easy, I would hook up with older men, ranging from $100 to 250, a few times a week just to stay afloat. After a while, I started taking male and female clients out for dinners, shows, events, etc, making A LOT more money.
I found this easy, I basically grew up at 15, by 18 I had more life experience than most 25-year-olds. The conversations came naturally, and not to boast but being charming has always been my most sincere attribute.
I then made my own escort profile on a website, making $1500-2500 for overnight calls…Before COVID I was high rolling with lots of rich men. Those weekends were bizarre. I don’t think I could ever get used to that. But it certainly helped my bank account.
In terms of income, I have bad months, good months, and GREAT months. Ever since I’ve done overnight calls, I’ve always been ahead on payments. I average around $7500 a month.
It also helps pay for my schooling, food, expenses, etc. I even have savings now. It’s a struggle, and it’s tiresome and hard, but the cards were stacked against me and I did what I had to. I suppose I could have made smarter and safer decisions, but I don’t regret it. I don’t hate it, but I don’t particularly enjoy it either.
I think a lot of people think my work is just showing up and sleeping with people when it’s indeed business calls, management, independent work. Not to mention, especially being a guy, having to work out, maintaining my body to meet the perfect male gaze.
It’s gotten in the way with a lot of things. For the past 10 years, I feel like I haven’t really “lived”. Everything I do is for my dad, I barely have any friends, I drank far too much alcohol to mask my pain – I took a month off and detoxed, I was well due for a break, and the one boyfriend I’ve had dumped me once I told him the truth. But except for him, my psychologist, and now you reading this, no one else knows.
Netizens’ comment
- “ For my dad to remember my name 7/10 times, it’s worth it.” ❤️
- I’m really proud of you; for stepping up to care for your dad and making it happen
I can’t imagine it’s been an easy slog for you, but to do what you have to do is admirable
I hope things get easier for you both and you won’t have to do this forever
- Dude, hands down you win the son of the year award. Any man would be lucky to call you husband with character like that. You’re truly amazing dude, nothing but the best to you!
