GKM: The Origin Story

Hey y’all, I’m on vacation, so here is one from the vault. Many of you know GKM is my primary escorting client/SD. But you may not have been following me long enough to know how we met. So here is the story from like almost 3 years ago.

Me: Hi.

Him: Hello there, beautiful.

Me: Mind if I sit with you?

Him: Please. I was waiting for you.

He pulled out the chair beside him and I sat down.

Him: The other girl sat with me, but as soon as I saw you, I had to ask her to go.

Me: Oh, I’m sorry. She’s a cool woman.

Him: I gave her $40, so it’s not so bad.

Me: $40 isn’t bad.

Him: When’s your birthday?

Me: Late October. The 25th.

Him: A Scorpio! No wonder I was drawn to you. My brother and I were born June 2nd.

Me: You’re not a cancer, so you’re a—

Him: We’re Gemini’s. Twin Gemini’s, look at the irony there. Guess how old I am!

Me: That’s never a fun game.

Him: Alright, alright, I won’t make you. We just turned 50 this year, had a big blowout birthday party where we surprised everyone. We came out, rapping to a Kid Rock song and did a choreographed dance.

Me: Wow, must have been quite the spectacle! Can you dance?

Him: I’m a very good dancer. I think it’s the Arkansas side of the family. I probably have some African American blood in me.

He’s a white man with blonde hair and blue eyes. He’s in a purple taffeta dress shirt that shimmers in the light.

Him: Do you like to party?

Me: Do you mean party as in “party”?

Him: Yes.

Me: Give me a sec, I think I know someone.

Some drugs are abundant in the club, but it’s a bit touchy asking around for what you’re looking for. Luckily, after working the same club for almost a year, I knew who to ask.

Me: It’s gonna cost $100.

Him: Perfect.

I took him up for a Skybox set and sat on his lap.

Him: You don’t have to do anything. I just want to get to know you. And party.

I was hesitant at first. I hadn’t made my monetary goal yet and I didn’t know if I was making a mistaking starting to party without the guarantee. But I looked into his wild white man face, and I knew, I would be leaving with his withdrawal limit.

Him: I haven’t done coke in ages.

Me: It’s not my drug of choice, but if someone offers and I’ve made my goal, I don’t mind.

Him: What is your drug of choice?

Me: Well, it depends on the context. If I want to reboot my perspective, it’s one thing. If I want to dance all night, it’s another.

Him: I already like how you think. What about for dancing?

Me: If I want to have fun, for myself, I like ketamine.

Him: It’s remarkable you would say that!

Me: Why?

Him: I’ve been doing ketamine trials to treat patients with anxiety and depression?

Me: Really?

Him: I have! Including myself. Every month I take a doctor administered, small amount of ketamine, and since I began, I’ve felt incredible. It works like nothing else. How do you find your ketamine usually?

Me: I know someone I trust.

Him: That’s great! We have these little pods you allow to dissolve under your tongue.

Me: Are you like, a renegade doctor scientist?

Him: Kinda, except I’m not a doctor, or a scientist. But I have plenty of doctors and scientists working for me, and investors from MIT investing millions in my various studies. But it’s all very secret.

Me: Definitely not FDA approved.

Him: Definitely not. If we waited for their approval, we would be waiting forever.

Me: Well, regardless it sounds fun. Have you seen any results in your patients?

Him: Absolutely. The results have absolutely blown me away. Sometimes you have to be a disruptor to get big change. That’s why I think Donald Trump is such a genius.

Me: Why is that?

Him: Because he’s a disruptor. I mean, even before he was elected, I knew. Because you could tell, the people were done with the status quo. And Trump came and promised the disruption, and he’s delivered on it.

Me: Oh.

Him: The next president is also going to be a disruptor. Whoever he may be— or she. I hope it’s a she, I think we need a female disruptor next.

Me: I hope it’s a she too.

The bouncer knocked on our booth to let us know our set was finished.

Him: Don’t worry about the time, I’ll take care of you. I just want us to have fun.

He handed me $100, then after the second set $400.

Him: This goes to you, not the club, right?

Me: Whatever you hand me goes exclusively to me.

Him: Can we take a break for a second?

Me: Of course, no rush.

We exited the Skybox and took a seat at a booth.

Him: I feel like I’ve known you in a past life.

Me: Really?

Him: I know it sounds crazy. Not everyone believes in that stuff.

Me: It’s not crazy.

Him: Sometimes when I’m taking ketamine, I bring a spiritual guide to help me access my past. I remember once, I went all the way back to Ancient Rome. I was a gladiator, but I still carried with me my shame from my mother.

Me: Pain is generational.

Him: You’re so calm, you’re so wise for your age. I feel relaxed around you.

Me: I’m glad.

Him: That’s why I couldn’t stay with my wife. I mean my ex-wife. Her intense energy would— it’s like something would happen in me I had to get away.

Me: She triggered you.

Him: Exactly. My dad died when I was two. For a while I was angry with him. He got mixed up with the wrong people. My brother and I were raised by our mom. She was an alcoholic, so she couldn’t be much of a parent.

Me: I get it. My mom wasn’t a good mom either.

Him: Oh yeah? How so?

Me: She had this— uncontrollable rage. She had a lot of mental health issues she never addressed, first because she couldn’t afford it, then because she refused to prioritize herself. Of course that only affected her ability to care for us, and in the end caused more harm.

Him: My mom was similar. She was good for about a week and then it would start again.

Me: The cycle.

Him: The cycle. But I’m better now.

Me: Me too.

Him: I want to do another bump.

Me: Let’s get a half hour so we can have some privacy.

Him: Your wish is my command.

We went to the half hour room and he fiddled about his wallet for a big bill to roll, but could only come up with a $20.

Him: Will this work?

Me: Don’t you have a key or something?

Him: That’s a better idea, money is gross.

Me: “From many to one,” emphasis on the “many.”

I used one of his credit cards to fix a bump for him. Customers lose all sense of the money they’re spending when they’re high or drunk. In this case my primary role is enabler. I cheer him on and tell him to take another because he never gets out anymore now that he’s a responsible dad.

Him: You’re right. I love my girls. They’re beautiful, and it’s terrifying because I know what guys do. I know how they are. That’s why I always show them respect, to teach them that that’s what they should expect.

Me: I’m sure you’re a great dad.

Him: I try not to judge them, for anything. That’s why they come to me. I try to treat people how I want to be treated. That’s why this “Me too” movement seems crazy to me. I mean, I know myself and I know the men in my life, and I couldn’t imagine— I mean, if someone doesn’t want to have sex with me, I couldn’t do it because what’s the point? It’s not sexy.

Me: It’s not about being horny. It’s about power.

Him: I guess you’re right. But it seems like everybody is speaking up and that can’t be right. I mean, do you know anybody—

Me: My sister was assaulted.

He suddenly looked sad and winded.

Him: I’m so sorry to hear that.

Me: It was hard. For her, for my family.

Him: She must have been so broken, to be damaged like that, betrayed.

Me: That’s very victimizing language. She’s a survivor. Don’t let what happened create the narrative of her experience.

Him: You’re right, I’m sorry. I don’t want to do that.

Me: The statistic is one in three. One in three women and one in five men, so it’s not surprising so many people are finally speaking up.

Him: Is it really?

Me: That’s only what’s reported.

Him: My daughter has a friend, she’s 18... Recently one of her friends was murdered while traveling Indonesia. It was a shock to everyone, but especially the friend. She got depressed and one night when she was very vulnerable, her dad’s friend was over and they had sex. Afterwards she was very sad, crying. She told her dad everything, and that’s how I found out because he came to me. He said, “If I don’t tell anybody I swear I’m gonna kill him.” She was just a kid. I don’t know what I would have done if it had happened to one of my daughters.

Now I’m sad and winded. Another one to add to the seemingly endless list.

Me: That’s always the story isn’t it? It’s always someone close to the family.

Him: He should have known better.

Me. Isn’t it statutory?

Him: No, she was 18, so they’re both adults.

Me: So she can’t do anything... And even if she could, no court would care.

Him: He asked me not to tell. What’s worse is the guy works for my friend.

Me: He should fire him!

Him: He should... It just happened a week ago. I’m sorry to bring this sad stuff up.

Me: Don’t worry, I like talking about it. It’s important. But yeah, it’s also not very sexy.

Him: Haha, it isn’t. But being with you is sexy.

Me: I’m glad