Oh kids, this one has everything!
Sex, lies, religion, hypocrisy, international intrigue and a web site called RentBoy.com. Uncle Frankie couldn’t be happier if he were gay.
I hardly know where to start with this story, so let’s take it in chronological order.
Back in 1983 Dr. Rekers, a Baptist minister and a professor of Neuropsychiatry & Behavioral Science Emeritus at the University of South Carolina School of Medicine, co-founded the anti-gay Family Research Council with televangelist Dr. James Dobson. Rekers is also a board member of the National Association for Research & Therapy of Homosexuality (NARTH) and over the years has been a vehement opponent of same-sex marriage and legal rights for gay partners while trying to convince people to “stop being gay” through therapy.
You with me so far?
Fast-forward to last month. Rekers and a young male escort who likes to be called “Lucien” (oh my, too much like Lucifer?) meet on RentBoy.com. Three guesses what that site’s all about.
Rekers invites Lucien to spend 10 days with him in Europe, ostensibly to carry his luggage (“you’ve got enough foreskin to make a set of luggage!”) because of a supposed problem with Rekers’ back.
Sadly for Rekers, upon their return, he and Lucien were spotted by a reporter for the Miami New Times walking through Miami International Airport after picking up their “bags.” Oddly, Rekers was pushing a cart with a huge pile of suitcases in spite of his infirmity.
When asked what was going on, Rekers said he was only “trying to save the soul of a lost sinner” but the reporter wasn’t buying it and things quickly spun out of control – he’s been lampooned by everyone from Steven Colbert to Jay Leno.
Rekers has subsequently released a statement saying in part that he took Lucien to Europe to “inspire him to accept Jesus into his heart and renounce his homosexuality.”
Now dear reader, if you’re in the market for a discrete homosexual rental situation, please don’t look to RentBoy.com. Here are a couple of choice tidbits Lucien had to share about Dr. Rekers after spending 10 days alone with him:
“It’s a situation where he’s going against homosexuality when he is a homosexual,”
“In all honesty, he should disassociate himself from these [anti-gay] groups.”
Rekers allegedly named his favorite maneuver the “long stroke” — a complicated caress “across his penis, thigh… and his anus over the butt cheeks,” as the escort puts it. “Rekers liked to be rubbed down there,” he says.
YIKES! One thing I’ll say for Dr. Rekers; he knows what he likes. I think.
The “bottom” line for Uncle Frankie: I’m sick and tired of people telling other people how to live. I don’t care if Dr. Boy-George is gay, I don’t care what Lucien does for a living and I have no problem with the two of them engaging in a business transaction of this type.
The only thing I have a problem with is Dr. Boy-George spending 27 years telling gays they are going to hell and trying to “cure” them therapeutically. I’d be pissed about that even if he didn’t turn about to be a bone-smoking hypocrite.
As far as I’m concerned the same thing goes for the hierarchy of the Catholic church and everything that group of dried-up old men have to say about anything regarding other people’s morals. When it comes to living in a glass house you have to go a long way to beat stained glass windows.
Phew! I’m so worked up I’m shaking too hard to step down off my soapbox. Somebody get me a drink and Lucien on the phone. I think I need a rubdown!