Paulyanna: International Rent Boy
by Paul Douglas Lovell
Publisher: Self Published
Formats
Available In: Digital
Released: September 2013
Paulyanna: International Rent-Boy is an honest and frank portrayal
of a working-class male prostitute’s 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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A post about inspiration and research…
by Paul Douglas Lovell
It was my unconventional lifestyle that inspired this particular story. A true one that includes my desires and preparations to become a writer.
As it is autobiographical, the only real research required was detail clarification on some of the sightseeing commentary I give when, say, strolling along the Champs-Élysées. I do tend to throw in historical facts about the places I’ve visited, nothing too bookish, just light-hearted banter, a bit like a chatty London cabbie.
Trivia told to me over an alcoholic beverage most probably. I am gullible so often take most things that make sense on face value. However, before passing these facts on to readers, I needed to double check. For instance were prisoners destined to hang on the Tyburn Tree really held in the cellar of the pub where I lived? Had an unsolved murder from my childhood continued to remain unsolved? I also logged on to Google Maps and took a virtual stroll along Santa Monica Boulevard. No substitute for the real thing but it’s excellent to refresh and even provoke hidden memories.
There was no research made about prostitution as I’m commenting on personal experiences. My memory serves me well on this account. Besides, I glibly claim it’s in the blood. I can quite honestly say if I were around in Victorian times, I would have been a telegraph boy. Assuming I made it to London. I make no apologises or excuses and feel no shame about my acceptance of this lifestyle: I simply am.
I am not attempting to appear dramatic but I collected most of the elements I required to construct a decent story in my childhood. All I needed was a happy ending and how fortunate I was that my own misfortunate existence came with one.
I triumphed over adversity. I left wearing rags and returned in robes. I bungled through life with the carefree philosophy of a stoner. Karma and kismet led the way. I practically goaded destiny to slap me back and when it did, I hardly flinched.
I see the similarities in my life and the stereotypical pattern of abuse, leading to dysfunction, drugs and prostitution. I survived, armed with denial and a rose-tinted view of life. Eventually I thrived and even kept intact a core belief that most people are good.
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About Paul Douglas Lovell:
A Black Country Lad who now lives in the Black Boy Land or Schwarzbubenland as it is called in Switzerland. Life started off badly and after spending a big part of it on the margins of society working as a rent-boy (gay male prostitute) I eventually found my husband (civil partner) in 2000 and a new chapter in my life began.
Years on and we are still very happily married, or at least I am. He kept every single one of his promises and didn’t tire or change his attitude towards me. Never once have I felt cold, hungry or scared.
I now live in a detached property with a large garden in a small hamlet of 895 residence. Set in the foothills of the Jura mountains. I am surrounded on all sides by hilly forests, a small stream runs through it’s centre. It really is a proper piece of paradise. When I’m feeling extra spiritual it is easy to imagine. We are nestled in the palms of an almighty giant. God if you like. Whom, despite all I had done saw fit to watch over me and guide me to a life worth living. I have a beautiful black cat called Darcy and also a Gordon Setter girl-dog name Asherah. We live an idyllic existence.
I now enjoy the small pleasures in life, gone are the pressures of Big City Life nowadays, I can see sky out of my windows. I experience every season. In the Spring and Summer, whilst out walking in the woods we often make a fire to cook a jumbo sausage. My dog likes sausage walks. Autumn is spend harvesting our homegrown and raking up leaves. I spend a lot of my time gardening. Chopping and stacking wood for the log burner that heats our home throughout the Winter season. I’m a Glippy a glamourous hippy. We are extremely green and energy efficient, I’m a recycling master.
I wear what I call my doggy clothes mostly, saving my glad rags for when visiting the city. I like to pretend I’m living in the olden days and going to town is a really big event. So that is the new improved me. I must admit I do still enjoy cannabis but now, I drink red wine also.
“I always had a dream to become a writer and although not quite there yet am doing
everything I can to make it a reality.”
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