The Homophobe And The Rentboy

George Alan Rekers is an anti-gay bigot of the worst kind.

The kind who forms an overtly anti-gay organization, the Family Research Council, with the help of Homophobe-In-Chief, James Dobson.

The kind who is a board member of the National Association for Research & Therapy of Homosexuality [NARTH], an organization that systematically attempts to turn gay people straight.

The kind who hires male escorts.

Yeah, that kind.

Apparently, Rekers was caught returning from a ten-day vacation with a young man called "Lucien" who, according to the website [Rentboy.com] where Rekers found him, has a "smooth, sweet, tight ass" and "perfectly built 8 inch cock (uncut)" and is "up for anything" — as long you ask him .

As long as you pay for it.

Rekers says he had no idea that "Lucien" was a prostitute when he hired him to 'help me with my bags,' which must be old closeted gay man code for 'ride me like a rodeo clown' or 'plow me like a cornfield'. But, even if that was the case, Rekers kept "Lucien" on the payroll long after he learned of his true profession. In fact, in his emails, Rekers makes special note of calling "Lucien" his 'Travel Assistant.'

Could be harmless, were it not for the Rentboy affiliation. See, Lucien doesn't advertise his, um, services, anywhere on the web but the escort site. And you can't Google "Lucien" or use a search engine to find him; you also cannot accidentally stumble across Rentboy, unless you first agree to the disclaimer on the website before you start searching for travel ASSistants.

Rekers still denies any wrongdoing, and really, he's done nothing wrong. He hired a male escort. Happens all the time. But not to folks who preach the anti-gay dogma, and not to folks who say they can turn a gay boy straight. Still, after doing nothing really wrong, the Family Research Council erased any mention of Rekers from their website.

Sidenote: I was telling this story to a group of co-workers, who then used one of their phones to go to Rentboy.com and ogle the pictures of the nekkid mens, and read about their special talents.

I was minding my own business when one of them came up to me and asked, innocently, "What's fisting?"

Oh.Dear.