Racism On the Stroll
By: William, Dollar Bill
Tags: Memoir, Escorts, Sex Work, BlackLivesMatter, Racism

Racism On the Stroll

So much for Black Lives Matter

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It’s not just the police. It’s not just the cab drivers. And it’s not just the rednecks. It’s true! Escorts discriminate against black people as well. That’s right. The sex worker community subscribes to the old stereotype that Afro-Americans are loud, demanding, abusive, violent, and generally, a pain in the ass at best.

Back when I made an honest living as a taxi driver, it was the old wink and wave when it came to the subject of pigmented fares. Anybody who’d spent more than ten minutes behind the wheel knew the deal: No black passengers in the cab unless they look civilized.

Of course, that went for anybody of any race, gender or ethnicity. But the perception was (real or imagined) that the great majority of the incidents came courtesy of the black community. Why would a naked girl whose job it is to sexually service her clients feel any differently? Surprise, surprise. Mostly, they don’t!

Running a brothel, escort service or simply just selling ass out of a studio apartment alone can be an extremely dangerous proposition. There are always moments when lives are placed in jeopardy.

Take Satin Dolls, a real shithole of a whorehouse that once graced my elite client list. Satan’s Dolls would have been more like it. Their little piece of heaven came fully equipped with two bedrooms (complete with mattresses on the floor…why bother with a frame?) and not much else (like say…a security guard) save KY and condoms…and oh yeah…a color TV so the girls could watch their favorite shows while they weren’t servicing clients.

I spent a lot of time in the joint and observed out loud that they were my only customers who allowed some marginal types to pass through their hallowed portals.

Still, who am I to judge? I wasn’t the one fucking the scrubs for a buck. Well, one day just as I was about to take my leave, the girls told me to duck into the bathroom…there was a client coming up. (There is an unwritten rule in the incall biz which dictates that one male is not supposed to ever see another.)

As I stayed hidden in the bathroom, I heard the distinctly low-life pattern of speech from the trick as he entered the apartment, and again wondered “why do these dumb girls let these mother fuckers in here?”

Once he was escorted to the room, the girls called me to say the coast was clear and I could leave. And guess what! Thirty seconds after I walked out the door, the freak pulled a gun and robbed everybody in the house. Is this the exception to the rule? Not really. ‘Ho houses get robbed too frequently and it’s usually (though not always) ghetto thugs and hoodlums who do the job.

So how do the ‘hos run the bums off without offending them? Last year, I was eating a thoroughly delicious Thanksgiving dinner at a client’s place when the madam’s 17 year-old adopted mixed-race son asked me about a certain print girl who just happened to be one of my very favorite clients.

“The bitch wanted $400! What the fuck is up with that?” Now I know this girl’s rates are $200 for white guys…and $400 for ghetto-sounding black guys. The $400 price is her polite way of saying “No roughnecks, please.”

Again, because hookers don’t want to irritate these tricks and have them fatally attract their phone lines, they have another standard approach to weed out the unwanted elements.

“Are you black, white, or Hispanic?” asks the phone girl. To the black or Hispanic guys, they say “we only take Asians.” Of course, the white guys get the “come right over” treatment, and anybody else (like Indians or Arabs) is a personal judgment call. Most escorts don’t like Mideasterners because they tend to be uncircumcised, smelly, and disrespectful of women. But some who are hungry take them.

And lest I digress, I really have to include Hasidim in the mix, a group the girls aren’t crazy for because they’re lacking in hygiene, tend to be cheap, and are often kinky. But because they are never dangerous, the devout crew usually gains entry.

What fascinates me about the hay-seeds is how someone so religious can be in temple praying to God one minute…and then smacking the ass and inserting his joint in a ‘ho the next.

While cops and cabbies and everybody else on the list dislike the darker set for all the previously cited reasons, the hooker has yet another to add to the already endless accounting…and a stereotype that mysteriously, no brother has a problem with.

Yes, when was the last time you saw a black guy get all bent out of shape because some woman panted “I love black guys because they have big, fat dicks and they can fuck forever?” No sir! No self-respecting black man would peep a word about a racist remark like that! This is a stereotype they can live with — happily!

The truth about this mythology (at least according to the girls…and I believe them…most have done thousands of guys) is that it’s not mythology! Unfortunately, in the world of the working girl (at least when she’s on the job), what Sexy Sadie really wants is two pumps and a squirt — not an elephant man running the marathon.

It’s a rare hooker who works the beat for sexual satisfaction. In fact, the norm is that the working girl has a sort of out-of-body experience once the trick inserts his magic wand. Disassociation…and not passion…is the emotion of the moment.

Given the perception, is it any wonder that an escort doesn’t want to deal with a big stud…with a demanding attitude…and no money for a gratuity? Obviously not.

Now of course, as true as everything I’ve just outlined surely is, I know several working girls who bring their money home to low-life, big-dick black men to whose large organs and abusive ways they are completely enslaved.

Sound dichotomous? Hypocritical? Of course. That’s the ‘ho biz for ya. Everybody’s either too confused…or too witless…to possibly figure anything out…except one thing: No homies in the woodpile, please. We weren’t born yesterday.