[Salty]

Wrote this for another message board, and I wasn't sure I wanted to risk posting it here, but I figured I would. I'm gonna ask that you guys refrain from stupid jokes... though I'm aware some of you won't. But this was my monday.

So, I got to spend the day with Jesus yesterday. He messaged me on a website asking me if I wanted to have sex with him for money, and gave me his MSN to talk to him on. I added him and talked to him, I asked him what he actually did, I'd never really talked to a prostitute before, so I was like, how do you do that anyway? We talked for a bit, he said he moved from city to city, normally he wouldn't even be in Winnipeg but someone paid to fly him out. I asked if he had any friends, and he said it was really hard to have that sorta thing in his line of work. So I asked him if I could take him out for dinner.
He asked if I was crazy, I said I didn't think so, he said he wasn't sure why he was doing it but he was gonna say yes. So we met downtown at the restaurant. He was in a blue dress shirt, I was in a red one, for those of you who know colour in Christian art you can make inference. He ordered a caesar and a salad, I got the pepperoni and sausage stromboli.
He asked who I was, I told him my name was David, and I pastored a small Church that meets upstairs at a local gay bar. His eyes bugged out for a second, and then he smiled. We talked, he told me about an instance with a guy who paid him to wrap him in saran wrap... among other things. We talked about life, he told me about how his parents kicked him out of the house at 19 when he came out. About how the people that took him in started selling him, and he realized he could do that himself.
We talked about a lot of things, and talked about life, and God. He thought it was interesting and kinda weird. But he gets paid for sex with other people so he wasn't really one to judge.
I told him that he had the same name as the first man I ever loved, and he said good thing that wasn't his real name... I asked what it was, and he told me... he said he didn't want me to call him any other names, he wanted me to know who he really was.
We left the restaurant, and went for a short walk, I thought he was going to want to leave, but we just kept walking with each other, we went a few blocks and I said it would be tough to keep walking because of a problem I was having with my foot. So we went to a bar down town. He wanted me to have some liquor so we told the waitress to bring something really fruity so I wouldn't taste the burning, she brought me a orange and pineapple drink, he asked what it was and she told him it was a "Dirty Hooker." We looked at each other and laughed.
We talked more, and he asked me if he could ask for something kind of crazy, I told him sure. He said he wanted to hang out with me for the evening, he wanted to take a night off work, he had clients to see but he didn't care, they could wait. He wanted to be normal for the night. He asked about my family and I told him my mom and dad were out of town and my sister was at home but she was... well I don't use favourable language about my sister since she's not very nice. So he wanted to meet her.
We bussed to my home in the burbs, he'd never ridden a bus before and he kept wanting to pull the chord. It was hard, here was a smart, nice, charming young man, the sort that would have made me feel uncomfortable and awkward as I avoided having a crush on him, and he regularly exchanged money for the use of his body for something that had him shut down emotionally with one of the deepest things he could do with someone. His smile was like a sunrise over a thousand dead hopes.
We got off the bus and I limped back to my house, I'd warned him we didn't have AC, so he asked for a pair of shorts and a shirt. While he was changed I washed his clothes since the hotel would have charged him a bunch for each item.
He curled up in my dad's lazyboy. We watched House, and then Sex in the City, Billable Hours, and when we watched Arrested Development, he fell asleep in my dad's lazyboy. I looked at him and smiled. Jesus was asleep in my dad's new chair, I wondered what he'd think of that.
It was getting late and I knew I couldn't have him stay the night. If it was just me I would have let him, I really wouldn't have cared if he stole my money, but I don't think he would have. But I know my parents wouldn't be OK with it, and it is their house. So I woke him up. He was talking about how peaceful our house was. You know God had to be involved because nobody would ever mistake our house for peaceful. We walked back and joked around a bit, I gave him a side hug. We sat on the bus bench and he tried not to fall asleep. It was just a little after midnight, he normally stays up until after 5am.
As he got ready to get on the bus I gave him a hug, and told him I enjoyed today, he said he really did too and he was really glad we could hang out.

I walked home and laid in my bed and wept. I'd made a new friend today, and I spent the night with Jesus, but I really don't know if I'll ever be the same.

[Randman]

Time to find yourself a blog?

[Face Ache]

Originally Posted by Salty 

He ordered a caesar and a salad, I got the pepperoni and sausage stromboli.

How much did he charge for that and what does it involve?

[red rocket]

Wow, this is just like ‘Pretty Woman’, except gay.

[Rumor]

Stupid jokes?

[IceEnclosure]

face ache

haha

[IceEnclosure]

this posted in the "dining out" section of Yahoo Answers:

Prostitution in winnipeg? - Yahoo! Answers

[Uncle Doof]

Originally Posted by Salty 

We talked about a lot of things, and talked about life, and God. He thought it was interesting and kinda weird. But he gets paid for sex with other people so he wasn't really one to judge.

I don't know which Bible you read, oh high and mighty one, but mine says this:

Judge not, that ye may not be judged, for in what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged, and in what measure ye measure, it shall be measured to you. And why dost thou behold the mote that [is] in thy brother's eye, and the beam that [is] in thine own eye dost not consider? or, how wilt thou say to thy brother, Suffer I may cast out the mote from thine eye, and lo, the beam [is] in thine own eye? Hypocrite, cast out first the beam out of thine own eye, and then thou shalt see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye.

[Dakar the Fourth]

This thread is going to get everything it deserves, I suspect.

[Salty]

Originally Posted by Uncle Doof 

I don't know which Bible you read, oh high and mighty one, but mine says this:

You know, I think if he felt judged he probably wouldn't have kept saying he had a great evening and was really glad he spent time with me. You know, just saying...

[Luca Rescigno]

Originally Posted by Randman 

Time to find yourself a blog?

Salty? More like Blogty?

I got nothing.

[Uncle Doof]

Originally Posted by Salty 

You know, I think if he felt judged he probably wouldn't have kept saying he had a great evening and was really glad he spent time with me. You know, just saying...

It's not how he was feeling on the night, dude. It's how you're coming across in this thread. Which is, basically, all pleased with yourself because you've helped "the lowly" but strangely pious, judgemental and up yourself all at the same time.

Originally Posted by Salty

He wanted to be normal for the night.

So don't get thinking he had a great evening with you because it was you - he had a great evening because he wasn't chomping strangers' sausage all night.

Just sayin'...

[Salty]

Originally Posted by Uncle Doof 

It's not how he was feeling on the night, dude. It's how you're coming across in this thread. Which is, basically, all pleased with yourself because you've helped "the lowly" but strangely pious, judgemental and up yourself all at the same time.



So don't get thinking he had a great evening with you because it was you - he had a great evening because he wasn't chomping strangers' sausage all night.

Just sayin'...

How the **** am I being judgemental you asshole? I feel good about getting to let somebody know that they were cared about, because most of the people in his life simply use him for sex. He got stuck in it at 19 when he came out. Seriously do you even have a soul? Like, are you alive at all? Go figure someone who's involved in the sex trade isn't judgemental? You read something like that and focus in on the one thing you can misconstrue as as judgemental, instead of actually I dono, THINKING about what I wrote about. Wow, I'm sorry but that's probably the most pathetic thing I have ever read on NN, and that's saying something! You wanna call me judgemental? How bout the asshole who reads something like this and nitpicks something like the way I phrased something?

[besson3c]

I suppose asking how the stromboli was would come across as insensitive, huh?

I am kind of curious though...

[Salty]

It was good, kinda spicy.

[Uncle Doof]

Originally Posted by Salty 

How the **** am I being judgemental you asshole?

Originally Posted by Salty 

But he gets paid for sex with other people so he wasn't really one to judge.

I reckon you're just pissed with him 'coz he's actually had sex.

[besson3c]

Originally Posted by Salty 

It was good, kinda spicy.

What did you have to drink?

P.S. I think you are going to come up short-handed if you expect some sensitivity from people on MacNN in responding to posts like your original post in this thread. I guess anonymity and sensitivity don't really go hand-in-hand. I would also suggest not letting people like Doofy get a rise out of you whose grudges are pretty transparent, even from an observer (albeit and astute one.... and awesome one) such as myself.

[Uncle Doof]

Originally Posted by Salty 

Go figure someone who's involved in the sex trade isn't judgemental?

And while we're at it, what the hell is that supposed to mean? I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be in English but I can't make any sense of it.

[design219]

This is about to end.

[Uncle Doof]

Originally Posted by besson3c 

I would also suggest not letting people like Doofy get a rise out of you whose grudges are pretty transparent, even from an observer (albeit and astute one.... and awesome one) such as myself.

No Bess, you're wrong. I don't hold grudges - I simply want to know why my fat gay buddy feels he's somehow better positioned to judge things than his new friend.

However, it seems like you want a bit of a war. Want a war Bess? We can do that if you want to.

[Chuckit]

I don't want a war.