About
Two desperate encounters led to a dating arrangement. One for money. The other for sexual exploration.
Kel
I tried to save Ohana Surfing Club, a surf shop my father and I owned. Caring for young adults from battered homes, dealing with financial losses because of my father’s soaring medical costs, and being crushed by loans I could never repay, I was desperate. There was only one way out, and that was back to my old escorting job to make ends meet. A job I hadn’t done in a decade. Perhaps there was more to the stranger who hired me. Was it because I had been out of the game too long, or was there more that caused the spark between us? Whatever it was, I couldn’t get involved. Life was too complicated already without throwing a relationship into the mix.
Anders
Growing up with a homophobic father and a mother I rarely saw because of her mental illness, I struggled with insecurity, always feeling I wasn’t man enough for my father. I shoved awareness of my bisexuality into the deepest recesses of my mind, willing them never to see the light of day. I married a beautiful woman and had two beautiful daughters. But with a failed marriage and no more fear of my father, I was desperate to explore that side of me I’d kept hidden for so long. To have a fling with a man. My escort was unexpected. There was electricity between us, no matter how much he denied it. Little did I know he was the owner of the surf shop I was about to buy up for my future resort. Perhaps we could make a deal.
CW: Suicide, thoughts of suicide, drug use, prostitution, explicit language, and sex.
Kel
I tried to save Ohana Surfing Club, a surf shop my father and I owned. Caring for young adults from battered homes, dealing with financial losses because of my father’s soaring medical costs, and being crushed by loans I could never repay, I was desperate. There was only one way out, and that was back to my old escorting job to make ends meet. A job I hadn’t done in a decade. Perhaps there was more to the stranger who hired me. Was it because I had been out of the game too long, or was there more that caused the spark between us? Whatever it was, I couldn’t get involved. Life was too complicated already without throwing a relationship into the mix.
Anders
Growing up with a homophobic father and a mother I rarely saw because of her mental illness, I struggled with insecurity, always feeling I wasn’t man enough for my father. I shoved awareness of my bisexuality into the deepest recesses of my mind, willing them never to see the light of day. I married a beautiful woman and had two beautiful daughters. But with a failed marriage and no more fear of my father, I was desperate to explore that side of me I’d kept hidden for so long. To have a fling with a man. My escort was unexpected. There was electricity between us, no matter how much he denied it. Little did I know he was the owner of the surf shop I was about to buy up for my future resort. Perhaps we could make a deal.
CW: Suicide, thoughts of suicide, drug use, prostitution, explicit language, and sex.
Publication
CWDixon (2022), 298 pages