As Bond-Webster and his partner Scott Walker scout the city's streets one recent night, they periodically drive through the parking lots frequented by male prostitutes. They spot a boy leaning stiffly against a pole, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans. He looks nervous, and, despite his beard, quite young. The boy stammers and politely declines. Bond-Webster backs off.
Male prostitutes have to worry as much about gay-bashers as they do the police.
The police seem to go after the male prostitutes less aggressively than they do the women, Bond-Webster says.