Film response: Public Service

As a fan and booster of documentary films and filmmakers for many years, it was a pleasure but also an odd experience to be the subject of one. Although it was released in 2010, it depicts events and people in my life from over 4 years ago when I still lived in Prague among the rent boys and the down ‘n’ outs.

Existing as I am right now — in a kind of limbo between living and dying, movement and stasis, my day meted out in 12-hour segments defined by when I take my chemo drugs — seeing myself in those situations back when I still felt alive to the world — regardless of how much money I had or where I was sleeping — remind me of what I’ve left behind and who I’ve lost.

Finnish director Markku Heikkinen became a friend of mine during his several trips to Prague filming his documentary feature, All Boys, about the gay adult video industry in the Czech Republic. As a result, he witnessed several stages of my life in the City of a 1000 Spires, including two episodes of homelessness and my long-running and rocky affair with a young Romany boy named Marek.

I never really understood why he was spending so much time with me since my connection with the porn industry was peripheral — I mostly dealt with rent boys and street boys, some of whom worked in porn but most of whom didn’t. I made a few jack-off videos, but they were as much intended to introduce the boys and document the sort of life I had as they were to titillate others. Many of them are still on GayForIt.

So, I wasn’t surprised when the footage about me and Marek didn’t make it into the feature. Instead, Markku cut a film short as a bonus for the DVD and called it Public Service, from something I said about the sex business in the Czech Republic. Because of his intense interest in us, I suspected that Markku was infatuated both with the life he’d read about on my blog but also with the unique relationship I had with Marek.

I don’t think it’s an uncommon attitude with documentarians (or with readers of my blog) to be so engaged with their subjects. Coupled with a refreshing lack of judgment (unlike his editor, who thought I was an asshole!), I found Markku easy to be with and serious about his subject. In other words, I trusted him. I think, one drunken night in a gay bar, we even came close to kissing.

 

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Nevertheless, I was worried about what might come out of the footage. Would I look like a predatory asshole? A homeless pimp taking advantage of lost boys? A philanthropist? None of the above, I think. Or all of the above. Although the film couldn’t indulge in detail and nuance — and if you want the full story, you should read my blog — I think it’s a fair if rough portrait of me at a particular time in my life in Prague.

I share the spotlight with Lazlo who runs a non-profit social organization that helps “commercially sexually-abused” boys. Although I doubt Lazlo approved of my self-gratifying approach to helping the boys, he and I both share a contempt for the uncharitable nature of the Czechs.

One environmental element that’s left out completely in this documentary is the prevalence of piko, or homemade methamphetamine, in the rent-boy scene and in the Czech Republic, in general. Some version of Breaking Bad could easily have been situated in CR.

Piko is one of the big reasons why some boys stay in the game. Piko is the reason some boys completely disintegrate while in the game. Although I’m sure a few boys suffer psychological damage from having sold their bodies to foreign men — that’s certainly the convenient moral angle that the more stupid articles and films take when they address this issue — it’s far more likely that it’s drug addiction that brings them down to the bottom.

Just ask anyone who’s been there. Piko use certainly caused the most problems in my household. Marek stole from me a few times in order to score, and I suspect that’s at least one of the reasons why he got kicked out by his parents. Formerly reliable, loyal, and affectionate kids become thieving monsters when they need a fix.

All of the Romanians who lived with me avoided it, but it was an issue with all the gypsy boys I took care of. I had a zero-tolerance policy for drugs in the flat and kicked out one boy — a very valued jack-off partner, comrade, cook and drinking buddy — when I discovered he was hiding a syringe in a cubbyhole in the toilet.

 

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I always forgave Marek, however.

For some reason, I made a commitment to him that as long as I had a home, he had a home. Until he stole from me, I kept it. But he didn’t always want it.

Piko use was a bigger issue than Markku wanted to tackle and would have violated the rather wistful vibe he establishes in Public Service. So, I understand that choice.

A few hours before writing this post, I showed the film to one of my freelancers for Juanele. Carla’s read a bit of my Prague blog and was quite interested to see some visuals to go along with the stories that fascinated her.

One of her first questions was: “Were you in love with Marek?”

“Oh, yes,” I answered, easily.

 

Read some risky writing.

 

She also said something that I’ve been thinking about all afternoon and evening. “Rick, you looked so happy! Radiant and serene, even.”

My old friend and Prague drinking buddy, Gordon, who can also be seen in a cameo at the end of the film, used to say that during my homeless period I looked to be “deliriously happy.”

Here in Argentina, my life is stable. I have a home, a job, and I’m in charge of a project I’m enormously proud of.

But am I happy?

Even before my colon ripped in two I couldn’t say I was happy. I suspect not being happy is why I waited so long to go the hospital.

There’s no adventure.

 

Tip me?

 

 

No Czech beer.

No sex with random boys.

No Marek.

You can watch Public Service here.

Marek, a Slovakian boy living in Prague, my lover
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September 26, 2019 11:02 PM

[…] have an affinity for rent boys and their milieu. Because of my close involvement with a unique subculture in Prague c. 2003-2008, I’m sensitive to misleading or romanticized dramas about male prostitution. […]

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