Bit of an interview from BUTT MAGAZINE with one of the Salem d00ds (the singer?) (http://www.buttmagazine.com/?p=2102)
Michael: So what is this about you being a teenage prostitute? Were you doing it for the thrill of it?
John: No. Because I needed money to buy drugs.
Really? What drugs?
Well, I was doing coke and heroin – I was speedballing.
Did your friends know that you were doing this?
My friend Heather knew, who is also in Salem. My other friends sorta knew. But I was doing it, like, when I was, like, 16 or 17. When I was growing up in Michigan, I would just go to, like, the gas station whereI would, like, hang out in the back and, you know, someone would just, like, drive up to the back and blah, blah, blah. But, like, when I went to Chicago…
Wait, wait, wait! You’d go to the gas station and people would just pull up? What were they like?
Just, like, guys. Some of them were pretty hot, ’cause they were, like, really white trash and, like, probably almost all of them had wives. But some of them were also really, like, nasty and, like, fat. But I didn’t make good money there. It was, like, real cheap in Michigan. But when I went to Chicago, I made, like, really good money.
So the majority were ‘on the down low’?
Yeah, they, like, wanted to, like, fuck a guy and they couldn’t, ’cause they were married.
How would it work? They just knew you were there? How’d you solicit them?Yeah, I’d be back there and they’d just pull up and they’d be, like, ‘Hey, are you looking for a date?’ and I’d be, like, ‘Yup.’ (laughs) But in Chicago I could trick in a cab. I would just get in a cab and be, like, ‘Hey, I don’t have any money. Can you help me out?’ And they would drive me to somewhere secluded and, like, fuck me, or I’d do whatever, give them a blowjob or a handjob and I wouldn’t have to pay, but they’d give me money. I would, like, get so muchwork from cabs.
What do you mean? Chicago has that many gay cab drivers?
Well, maybe not all gay, but at least horny.You could just hail a cab and be, like, ‘Hey, I don’t have any money’ and they’d know what you were talking about. But there was an IHOP (International House of Pancakes) near the Boystown, in Chicago’s gay area, and you would go back in their parking lot to trick. It was me and a bunch of other guys. People would just drive up and take whoever they wanted.
Really? A lineup? What kind of rates would you get?
I could make, like, $2,000 for having someone fuck me.
What? For a whole weekend?
No, just for a night.
Isn’t that kind of rate more for highbrow prostitution?
Well, I’m actually lying; that, like, only happened a few times. But you just start out, like, ‘$2,000?’ and they either say yes or no. If they’re like, ‘No’, then you have to lower your rate.
And some people would give you $2,000?
Yeah. And then I’d buy drugs.
Did you go to college?
Yeah, I did. I went to college at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago – for drawing and installation.
Did you finish?
No. I was going to finish it, but during my last year I got, like, really messed up. I was, like, a hardcore drug addict. I never went to class, and I would do a lot of drugs and drink, like, a handle (1.75 liters) of whiskey in a day. I just never finished.
So when you were addicted to drugs, what kind of high were you looking for?
Well, I’m sorta, like, a pretty, like, depressed person…
etc. etc.
― CompuPost, Thursday, 1 July 2010 23:32 (thirteen years ago) link
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