Today I read a new interview with James Guckert, the gay S/M hooker who changed his name to the more butch “Jeff Gannon,” and posed as a journalist in the White House Press Corps, “reporting” for a fake news site. That rascal!
Gannon got hand-fed by the Bushies like he was their very own pet peacock. One day, some of Jeff's colleagues in the press box finally crawled out of their slumber and said, “Whoa, he's weird— Who is this dude?”
If I sound disdainful of how the mainstream media is handling Jeff’s expose, perhaps I’m just fed up with being bewildered.
It’s been a good month since anyone with a browser and a minute to spare has been able to see pictures of Gannon’s shaved erection on his live out-call web ad.
But on Sunday the New York Times, continuing the curious timidity of every other paper of record, played down this man’s true identity once again! In the NYT magazine interview, Deborah Solomon wrote that Gannon “apparently earned [his] living running a gay escort service.”
Apparently? Used to? This is the man’s entire past, present, and future!
As for “running a service,” where’s the reception desk? Are we supposed to infer that Gannon fills out employee time cards like the Mayflower Madam? No sirree— Jeff Gannon has been a one-man hot military beat-your-ass stud, and the only thing he runs is a carefully honed sales pitch. He is one discrete, butch, jarhead whore— and the only thing that is “apparent” is that he is one of the best, according to his customer reviews.
When I talk to my friends, I find that many don't know who Guckert is. Sometimes they've heard that some weirdo infiltrated the White House Press Corps by mistake. Maybe they heard he was right wing, or that he entertained Scott McClellan with sycophant questions that bordered on, "Why is George Bush the greatest president who ever lived?”
But so what? — Isn’t it just more of the same? Are we expected to get outraged over every Red State cheerleader?
If you’ve also heard that Gannon is gay, you probably know that he has written anti-gay marriage material, and smeared John Kerry for trying to be a “gay president.” Hmm... so he’s a self-hating pathological mutant. We’ve become so accustomed to it— yawn. Or maybe we’re just numb since Janet waved her nipple at us. Gosh, the press devoted so much attention to that sex scandal, they’d surely go apeshit if Gay Nazis took over the White House, wouldn't they? A dormouse has got to get a little shuteye, for god's sake!
The Outing and Democracy-Now-type bloggers have led the way to expose Jeff Guckert’s true identity. I love them without reservation. Who else would have revealed that the civil rights and free speech movement have been turned upside-down head by neocon closet cases? But even the bloggers have been shy when in comes to understanding the motives and methods of a male prostitute.
If Jeff was a drug dealer (I’ll get to that part later) the investigative reporters would be eager to provide a profile of how drug dealers behave in similar situations. If he was a classical violinist, we’d be hearing about that. It would be part of our understanding of his background, his peers; it would lead to analysis how his social network came to include such powerful men.
Well, this is certainly the case with high class sexual services... and that is why anyone who’s ever done sex work understands that Jeff is not some wacky fluke... that the only way his access happened was because Gannon was dialed in, connected via his cock, to all the right people. The reason he got his little laminated press card was because someone was plying his favors.
Guckert, who went by a street name Bulldog in his sex ads, advertised himself as an ex-Marine, a no-nonsense top, an older but buff dude with a shaved head and a big penis.
At sites where discriminating johns rate their experiences, here’s what one guy had to say about gorgeous Jeff:
"I hired Jeff last winter when I was in Philadelphia on business. I was so pleased with the experience that I recently had him travel with me on a weekend trip to North Carolina.
"I am an active duty senior officer in the US Army. Discretion is of utmost importance to me. Jeff understands that because of his Marine background. He has so many talents besides the bedroom, it was a great experience for me. He is all-man, athletic and self-assured. Great body, he helped me work out twice, one time on base.
"The sex was great, he's a hard core top, verbal and strong, never romantic, but not mean. But there was so much more. He is intelligent, but would not want me to tell you that and very interesting. Being military also, we had much in common. I feel completely at ease that my secret is safe with him.
"I am versatile, 40+ year old career military man. I am used to being in command, so it was good for me to give control over to someone else for a change. I like to suck a masculine man's dick and get fucked hard. I did all of that several times that weekend. Because of my position I cannot find someone compatible in the usual ways. I am lucky to have found this jarhead."
Here’s another one:
"While earlier reviews may have suggested [Jeff] might be rough, that was not the case. He was caring, assertive, and with stamina that could have gone on all night. While I was expecting a large cock. This was 8, or maybe a 9, and very thick. His technique made this the first time I have ever not been hurt when stretched to the limit when going to first base. First, my legs over his shoulders, then on my back, flipped over and on to doggie style. It was all good. This guy was easily in the top 5% of any escort I've found. While he hasn't had a review in a while and didn't ask for this one. It is well deserved. If you're looking for a hot, hard, large sized, forceful top this man is it. Oh yes and he does kiss. The published picture is not good, he's better than that as well."
Are you getting the picture? This guy is the cream of the crop. He works in the DC/Maryland area. He is a master of protocol and discretion. Look at his interviews! They are a role model of deniability. That’s "Class A” courtesan for you! A guy like this is SOUGHT AFTER.
Try to imagine Richard Gere in American Gigolo, and substitute Jeff in the gay version. He’s professional, he’s smooth, he’s never late, he’s not strung out, his appearance is immaculate. He provides perfect illusion and fantasy. As any pro will tell you, this is hard to maintain, because it is such an act, and so stressful.
When Guckert was young, he undoubtedly had hair. His handsome face was once darling and cute. Most men don't get into this business as older gents— it’s something you get into when you’re young. It would be a waste to advertise your youth as a Daddy fantasy, when you can make more money being adorable. Becoming a TopMan is what you evolve to when you age gracefully in this business; you become exclusively dominant. After all, there is no demand for submissive middle-aged men.
When you’re a young pro, you do your turn at submission. You are worshiped and condescended to as pretty boy. You make a lot of money acting like you're a frat kid or a GI, with a “girlfriend” somewhere, who’s "going to school" and partying "for kicks."
Bulldog, if he is anything like other gay hookers, has been at this for years, and has grown into his present persona. He moved up into a position a younger man wouldn’t have, where he learned a lot of dirt about people because he was fucking them and getting high with them. He advertised that he likes “to party,” which in sex ad jargon means that he was up for doing speed/ecstasy/cocaine. He would do a little bump with you, or more. This infers he got to know his client’s drug preferences as well as their erotic ones.
A pro like Guckert is going to inevitably have men who want to feel close to him, who wish the fantasy would be “more real,” or at least more frequent. As any pro will tell you, if you want to get closer— if you want them to turn up the volume— an escalating stream of money and presents is how you make that happen. It is the only way. They will not fall in love with you— they can’t— but they can be very, very warm for the money. Does everyone have to go watch Sharon Stone in Casino to get a refresher course on this dynamic?
It’s not just some mechanical thing; it taps into a psychological vein. if you meet a hooker as a client, even if you have lovely manners, a great body, and tender insights, the pro is not going to be able to grow their affection until they see your tribute.
From their perspective, offering your assets is the proof that you’re making a sacrifice, that you have respect for them. They didn’t meet you as themselves, whoever that is.
Jeff ruminated in the Times that his dog is the only one who really knows him and loves him unconditionally. He’s not being sappy. He met his high-level political and military johns based on his calling card, which does not include falling in love and becoming a regular guy.
I am convinced Bulldog got into the press corps because someone was deeply in love with him, i.e, with the fantasy he provides. Others in the game saw what he could be used for. Jeff's client wanted more of Jeff, he wanted preferential status, he wanted promises. Gannon, like any pro with a big fish on the line, was growing weary of diamonds and furs.
A mature hooker wants something that will lead to independence; like property, inheritance rights, or a new career. The ultimate way to win your hooker’s favors is by offering something that gives them the same kind of independence that you, the civilian, possess.
There is no way that Gannon has retired from Bulldoggin’. Sure, his cover was blown, but now all the closet stud chasers in DC know how tight he lap-danced in the seats of power. He must be busy. You’re not going to be able to reach him by his web site anymore, because Jeff's little black book is completely filled by word of mouth. There’s gotta be a waiting list and a velvet rope as thick as his dick.
I was reading some new posts on AmericaBlog, which is systemically outing every bigoted closet case, and fag-bashing fag in the GOP. You may know from their work, that Ken Mehlman, the chair of the Republican National Committee, is one of these gay-men-against-gay-men, the paradox of our age.
I know he isn’t a household name yet, but one day Mehlman and his brethren will be understood on the same level as Roy Cohn, or J. Edgar Hoover: classist, misogynist, elitist power whores who may be Kinsey 6 homosexuals, but who look in the mirror and whisper this:
“ Mirror mirror on the wall, I am special and above it all.”
The Kinky Fascists feel entitled to fuck who they want and ruin who they want, because they believe they are a unique breed of men above other men. They say “to hell with gay marriage,” because they’d never do something that “weak.” Hate crimes are something that happens to nelly queens who deserve it. And women are bitches from hell that need to be kept on a leash until you need their venom for your enemies.
Sure, the hypocrites have deep-seated self loathing, but they’re in the driver’s seat of American conservative politics, baby! Power is better than a line of cocaine up their ass for that all-important self esteem buzz.
That’s why Bulldog has a breezy air of superiority... he reminds himself every single day that some of the most important men in the nation are paying him cash to suck his cock and worship his commands. That is all his self-esteem is based on, and he’ll be damned if any stupid ugly pen-pushing journalist is going to disturb it.
Gannon has nothing to worry about unless his clients turn on him, like they did on Richard Gere in American Gigolo. Boy, was that upsetting! But that won’t happen as long as Jeff has something juicy on his admirers. When you think about it, Jeff Bulldog Gannon is in the Juice Business, the mother’s milk of journalism. I say, give the guy his press pass back, and let him go gonzo.