ra's Reviews > Rent Boy

— "I can tell you what the cocktail lounge at the Ramada's like, think of dark Formica and grainy indirect lighting and emotions collecting in front of you in the little puddles formed by your cocktail glass, islands and continents of feelings you don't know how to place any more, and voices, the so-called human element, that remind you you're chained to the earth by a million little details: the world has fancy intellectual names for all these manacles and torture devices holding you down, but they might as well be called Mavis and Stanley and Chip, or the boy who ran away from home to learn fear, or the boy you love beyond anything who brings you a souvenir from his trip to Easter Island with the one he wants to fuck instead of you, or just a client whose loneliness and despair jut out on his face in the seconds before he comes: to me they were faces scribbled in watercolor drooling down the window, drizzling into Eighth Avenue and puddling up with all the human wreckage stashed in waterlogged corners of construction scaffolds."