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GIGOLO
Daddy Oh
Tony Robinson
Sunday, November 18, 2007
In faith, he is a worthy gentleman,
Exceedingly well read...
Valiant as a lion,
And wondrous affable.
Shakespeare, 1 Henry 1V
If I didn't know better I would swear that he was talking about me in the above quote. After all, I do fit the profile, even though Tatler and others never mention me in their social pages in that light. Well, on second thought, I guess I should be grateful, for next thing you know, they might link me to some romance scandal or the other.
Still, those attributes are what's needed to be a gigolo, and secretly I always wanted to be a gigolo. The dictionary defines gigolo as 'a man employed to be a woman's escort or dancing partner; a man who is financially supported by a woman not his wife.' That's the official version, and I'm sure they're sticking to it, but you and I know that there's more to being a gigolo than meets the eye, as the main function is not only to escort lonely women, but to offer sexual favours as well.
It really is a service industry and unlike women who fulfil the same function, gigolos are not looked down upon, frowned upon, or seen in a bad light. Women who do the same thing are called harlots, prostitutes, hos, tramps, trollops and other vile names. Yet, men who do the same thing are admired and even have books, poems, songs, plays and movies written about them. So many men who are players or wannabe players refer to themselves as gigolos, and with pride too.
"Honey, I can't be tied down to any one woman as I'm just a gigolo." There was this famous song by Louis Prima, 'I'm just a Gigolo,' plus countless movies such as American Gigolo starring Richard Gere and others that glorified the profession. I think that it was after I saw American Gigolo that I secretly harboured thoughts about becoming one. All those beautiful women at my beck and call, and to top it off, they would be paying me for services rendered and to fulfil their dreams.
But my desire to become a gigolo was cut short when I discovered that not only beautiful women as portrayed in the movies needed that service, but mostly middle-aged, portly, withered, ageing dowagers who required stud service. And come to think of it, that's perfectly logical, for beautiful women would have no need to pay for an escort service. Immediately I realised that I wasn't qualified for that profession, for unfortunately, I can only make love to beautiful women.
So clearly, those guys have an innate gift, to be able to squire and rise to the occasion for any type of woman that comes their way. I am far too selective and picky for that, and although well equipped to handle the job, I am certainly not equipped mentally for that job, if you know what I mean. But gigolos exist, and indeed aplenty. Perhaps the most famous throughout history were Casanova and Don Juan, but there are countless other unsung heroes, fulfilling their role in society, and you'd be surprised who utilise their services.
This practice has been going on for a long time, with perhaps only countries in Europe like Italy, Spain and France giving prominence to the profession. I just saw this movie starring Charlotte Rampling, where these ageing ladies would take their annual vacations in Haiti, way back in the 1960, and sought the services of these young, virile beach boys. They had a ball and really had a good thing going until one silly romantic lady made the mistake of falling in love with one of the gigolos.
That just mash up everything as she got jealous, caused worries, which led to murder and police business. That is the first and foremost and most important rule, never ever fall in love, not with the gigolo, and neither should the gigolo fall in love either. It's a business and should be treated as such.
Here in Jamaica we have them too, and apart from the much heralded rent-a-dreads who patrol our North Coast resort areas, there are many discreet Bald Heads or even Weaves, who earn a decent living, if not indecently. I recently read that a large percentage of tourists worldwide actually seek out different sexual partners while on vacation, and cite that activity as one main reason for visiting certain countries.
So like it or not, play hypocrite all you want, people do visit for sun, sea, sand and sex. Why do you think people flock to countries like Brazil and such? Certainly not for the museums or lecture circuit. There was a time when women actually looked forward to having their rumps pinched by those gigolos in Italy, but I suppose sexual harassment laws have put a damper on that activity.
Gigolos do fill a need, and for that reason, many young men are taking it up as a full-time profession. Many a young man now boasts of having his uptown sugar mama who caters to his every need, buys him all the clothes and stuff that he wants and gives him spending money. I know of some guys who have no permanent fixed place of abode, but live with and live off any current girlfriend whom they happen to be squiring at the time.
They also drive their cars, prompting people to wonder, "But how come Norman driving so much different car and change address so often and him not working?" That's because he's a gigolo and life is just for living.
The movies portray these guys as being debonair, swashbuckling, handsome and suave, who can charm the habit off a nun. But in reality, many are sleazy con artists who have a knack of beguiling gullible women who are in need of companionship and affection, and yes, sex. Many women would swear on a stack of Bibles that they would never succumb to this, but as one told me recently, "When you touch the wrong side of 60 and have no one to talk to, much less go dancing with or to dinner occasionally, life can be lonely." So enter the gigolo. Don't knock it if you haven't tried it.
The qualifications of a gigolo are rigid, and even though it may not seem like it, a certain amount of discipline is required. A gigolo has to be all things to all women, he has to be a tour guide, showing and explaining the qualities and beauty of the country. He has to be a protector, plus he has to be able to talk, for women do love to chat.
Basic social skills are a must, for remember, they also act as escorts, and women love to be wined and dined. They have to be well endowed and be sexual athletes, for the bottom line is a happy ending after a day or night out on the town. What's the point of being a gigolo if you can't rise to the occasion and perform like a stud on demand? And they do demand too.
Gigolos are not only paid in hard cash, but many are paid in kind, as they are allowed to live in posh homes, drive nice cars and enjoy the luxury of laps, even as they live in the lap of luxury. It's a good life if you can swing it, but don't get sick and don't get old, for there is no pension plan for the gigolo, and just like older men, older women love young younger things. More time.
[email protected]
Daddy Oh
Tony Robinson
Sunday, November 18, 2007
In faith, he is a worthy gentleman,
Exceedingly well read...
Valiant as a lion,
And wondrous affable.
Shakespeare, 1 Henry 1V
If I didn't know better I would swear that he was talking about me in the above quote. After all, I do fit the profile, even though Tatler and others never mention me in their social pages in that light. Well, on second thought, I guess I should be grateful, for next thing you know, they might link me to some romance scandal or the other.
Still, those attributes are what's needed to be a gigolo, and secretly I always wanted to be a gigolo. The dictionary defines gigolo as 'a man employed to be a woman's escort or dancing partner; a man who is financially supported by a woman not his wife.' That's the official version, and I'm sure they're sticking to it, but you and I know that there's more to being a gigolo than meets the eye, as the main function is not only to escort lonely women, but to offer sexual favours as well.
It really is a service industry and unlike women who fulfil the same function, gigolos are not looked down upon, frowned upon, or seen in a bad light. Women who do the same thing are called harlots, prostitutes, hos, tramps, trollops and other vile names. Yet, men who do the same thing are admired and even have books, poems, songs, plays and movies written about them. So many men who are players or wannabe players refer to themselves as gigolos, and with pride too.
"Honey, I can't be tied down to any one woman as I'm just a gigolo." There was this famous song by Louis Prima, 'I'm just a Gigolo,' plus countless movies such as American Gigolo starring Richard Gere and others that glorified the profession. I think that it was after I saw American Gigolo that I secretly harboured thoughts about becoming one. All those beautiful women at my beck and call, and to top it off, they would be paying me for services rendered and to fulfil their dreams.
But my desire to become a gigolo was cut short when I discovered that not only beautiful women as portrayed in the movies needed that service, but mostly middle-aged, portly, withered, ageing dowagers who required stud service. And come to think of it, that's perfectly logical, for beautiful women would have no need to pay for an escort service. Immediately I realised that I wasn't qualified for that profession, for unfortunately, I can only make love to beautiful women.
So clearly, those guys have an innate gift, to be able to squire and rise to the occasion for any type of woman that comes their way. I am far too selective and picky for that, and although well equipped to handle the job, I am certainly not equipped mentally for that job, if you know what I mean. But gigolos exist, and indeed aplenty. Perhaps the most famous throughout history were Casanova and Don Juan, but there are countless other unsung heroes, fulfilling their role in society, and you'd be surprised who utilise their services.
This practice has been going on for a long time, with perhaps only countries in Europe like Italy, Spain and France giving prominence to the profession. I just saw this movie starring Charlotte Rampling, where these ageing ladies would take their annual vacations in Haiti, way back in the 1960, and sought the services of these young, virile beach boys. They had a ball and really had a good thing going until one silly romantic lady made the mistake of falling in love with one of the gigolos.
That just mash up everything as she got jealous, caused worries, which led to murder and police business. That is the first and foremost and most important rule, never ever fall in love, not with the gigolo, and neither should the gigolo fall in love either. It's a business and should be treated as such.
Here in Jamaica we have them too, and apart from the much heralded rent-a-dreads who patrol our North Coast resort areas, there are many discreet Bald Heads or even Weaves, who earn a decent living, if not indecently. I recently read that a large percentage of tourists worldwide actually seek out different sexual partners while on vacation, and cite that activity as one main reason for visiting certain countries.
So like it or not, play hypocrite all you want, people do visit for sun, sea, sand and sex. Why do you think people flock to countries like Brazil and such? Certainly not for the museums or lecture circuit. There was a time when women actually looked forward to having their rumps pinched by those gigolos in Italy, but I suppose sexual harassment laws have put a damper on that activity.
Gigolos do fill a need, and for that reason, many young men are taking it up as a full-time profession. Many a young man now boasts of having his uptown sugar mama who caters to his every need, buys him all the clothes and stuff that he wants and gives him spending money. I know of some guys who have no permanent fixed place of abode, but live with and live off any current girlfriend whom they happen to be squiring at the time.
They also drive their cars, prompting people to wonder, "But how come Norman driving so much different car and change address so often and him not working?" That's because he's a gigolo and life is just for living.
The movies portray these guys as being debonair, swashbuckling, handsome and suave, who can charm the habit off a nun. But in reality, many are sleazy con artists who have a knack of beguiling gullible women who are in need of companionship and affection, and yes, sex. Many women would swear on a stack of Bibles that they would never succumb to this, but as one told me recently, "When you touch the wrong side of 60 and have no one to talk to, much less go dancing with or to dinner occasionally, life can be lonely." So enter the gigolo. Don't knock it if you haven't tried it.
The qualifications of a gigolo are rigid, and even though it may not seem like it, a certain amount of discipline is required. A gigolo has to be all things to all women, he has to be a tour guide, showing and explaining the qualities and beauty of the country. He has to be a protector, plus he has to be able to talk, for women do love to chat.
Basic social skills are a must, for remember, they also act as escorts, and women love to be wined and dined. They have to be well endowed and be sexual athletes, for the bottom line is a happy ending after a day or night out on the town. What's the point of being a gigolo if you can't rise to the occasion and perform like a stud on demand? And they do demand too.
Gigolos are not only paid in hard cash, but many are paid in kind, as they are allowed to live in posh homes, drive nice cars and enjoy the luxury of laps, even as they live in the lap of luxury. It's a good life if you can swing it, but don't get sick and don't get old, for there is no pension plan for the gigolo, and just like older men, older women love young younger things. More time.
[email protected]
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