A PR firm was inexplicably shopping a New York rentboy blog around D.C. politics blogs earlier this week. Turns out they didn’t have permission, the blogger is not a client and the PR guy has been fired.
However, the blog, Confessions of a New York Rentboy, is definitely worth checking out. Presumably 25-year-old Hunter Andrews is better in bed than with a pen. Sometimes his diction is flaccid; sometimes his deep personal reflections are infused with a healthy dose of science; and sometimes he simply cannot help but reveal his inner bard. Check out some choice excerpts below.
This year I decided to stay in the city instead of flying to California to be with family. If it’s any consolidation to you guys… I visited a week prior and didn’t feel like being stuck in a tin death can for another 8 hour flight.
While in my shower, I got to thinking about love and our chemical dependency in regards to love. Then I started thinking about endorphins. According to Michel Odent of London’s Primal Health Research Center, endorphins induce a “drug-like dependency.” Like any drug, endorphins act as a painkiller, suppressing the feeling of discomfort. Allowing us to feel soothed, peaceful and at ease. So, if it really is true what my Biology teacher said, are we as humans trying feverishly to regain the feeling of happiness we had as a child? If in fact Odent is correct and endorphins are like drugs, are we chasing the high? And if so, how do we soften the withdrawals?
Truly, a masterpiece. But then, his tour de force, “Hatred” [check out the full poem here.]
I hate i did this to myself.
I hate it how he would never go to California with me.
I hate him.
But I think I hate me more?