Straight men have no problem loving whores, but gay men always say, “Oh, that little hooker,” dismissively in reference to sexually aggressive youths. Now, I’m not saying Pierre Fitch escorts, though it’s not unthinkable, just that every time I’ve met him he’s flirty and charming and gives off the scent of sexual availability. I’m not trying to toot my own horn here, or suggest that he was going to toot mine for me, just that I still can’t get enough of him. If you’ve been following his blog, he’s getting bigger and with every pretend foray into his blogged home life, I’m getting hungrier and hungrier.
Maybe it’s the goofy smile, maybe it’s the French-Canadian accent, or maybe it’s the fact that he’s got it going on in the front and the back, the top and the bottom. I like him in his blog, when he’s acting like a nude kitchen witch, and I like him when he’s fucking Jeremy Hall in Vancouver Nights or Ralph Woods in one of their own movies or just about anyone in Through the Woods. All I know is, I can’t get enough of the little hooker.
– Mike