Anti-Gay Industry Shrink Exposed: George “Long Stroke” Rekers RentBoy Revelations

From the Miami New Times:

The male escort hired by anti-gay activist George Alan Rekers has told Miami New Times the Baptist minister is a homosexual who paid him to provide body rubs once a day in the nude, during their ten-day vacation in Europe.

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.

In the past 24 hours, Rekers, a board member at the National Association for Research & Therapy of Homosexuality (NARTH) and cofounder of the Family Research Council, has claimed that he took Lucien to Europe to inspire him to accept Jesus into his heart and renounce his homosexuality.

In addition to his noble goal of saving a Sodomite’s lost soul, Rekers also claimed to have secured the services of Jo-Vanni Roman (aka Lucien) to tote his luggage on the ten-day European trip. Roman’s profile on the gay male prostitute website RentBoy.Com described physical attributes that undoubtedly made him perfect for the job: “smooth, sweet, tight ass” and a “perfectly built 8 inch cock.” I am sure Roman’s pics sealed the deal for Rekers. Amusingly enough, Rekers is the author of a (fictional?) book titled “Growing Up Straight: What Families Should Know About Homosexuality. ” Come out of the closet Georgie, we love for you who you are, not where you stick it!

Reker’s Re-Butt-al (posted on ProfessorGeorge.Wordpress.Com)

13 Responses to “Anti-Gay Industry Shrink Exposed: George “Long Stroke” Rekers RentBoy Revelations”

  1. 1 eric
    May 7, 2010 at 8:24 am

    Gotta love those bible thumpers!

  2. 2 c
    May 7, 2010 at 9:48 am

    That’s the thing about loud mouths- everything they spew comes back to bite them in the ass. Only sometimes, they like it.

  3. 3 eric
    May 7, 2010 at 10:51 am

    This story just gets better & better. Turns out Rekers is the co-author of a book called “There’s Room at the Top” (http://is.gd/bYF3M). I hear he’s working on a sequel: “The Bottom’s Guide to Jesus”.

  4. May 15, 2010 at 1:45 am


    When the shadow self is repressed, often times aberrant behavior will follow. My problem is with the self-professed pseudo-Christian leaders who delight in pronouncing judgment over the sinners destined for the everlasting barbecue due to their choice of sexual expression. Georgie is a victim of a perverse religious indoctrination double-bind.

  5. 5 Di
    May 15, 2010 at 9:07 am

    We have a saying “don’t spit up…it eventualy falls back on you” loosely translated.


  6. 6 c
    May 15, 2010 at 1:13 pm

    Exactly. I’ve felt that faith is personal- for a reason. I always thought dieties or spiritual practices or codes of eithics were tools people use to make decisions for their own lives rather than checklists by which one could condemn others.

    This always happens. But the next person will think they know better. Funny how a ‘belief’ in god makes people feel god-like. They forget they are human and will fuck up- not by my standards, because I don’t have any standards, but by their own.

    Anyway, Babylon falls. I’ll keep watching.

  7. May 15, 2010 at 5:35 pm


    That saying has cross-cultural applicability. For North Americans from European stock, it was succintly conveyed by Italian-American recording great Jim Croce in the 1972 song and album You Don’t Mess Around with Jim.

    “You don’t tug on Superman’s cape
    You don’t spit into the wind
    You don’t pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
    And you don’t mess around with Jim”

  8. 8 Manco
    May 17, 2010 at 11:56 am

    Doesn’t George know that God hates fags? George is gonna burn, boy. He’s going to be a hot sizzle. Flesh dripping from the grates. Forgotten forever by his caring and compassionate god. The guy can’t even grow a competent stache!

    Peepers: As someone who is obviously a switch hitter, how do you cope with your proclivity for male genitalia during periodic moments of duress? Do you ask for forgiveness? Do you drop to your chafed knees one more time that weekend and ask Jesus to save your rotten soul?

  9. May 17, 2010 at 5:02 pm


    George’s greatest perversion is his clinging belief that man requires absolution that can only be granted through a barbaric, murderous, jealous, tribal deity (and/or through his astro-theologically inspired, incarnate, salvationist-redeemer godman). The GOD of the Abrahamic slave-religions instills hatred in its adherents through persecution-bondage brainwashing. Those with beliefs at variance to the supposedly divinely-inspired literalist script are demonized and their persecution justified on various theoretical grounds (i.e. enemies of GOD, Satan’s servants, corruption of the innocent.) Those, like George, whose DNA is being operated with the GOD software (persecution-bondage script) desperately seek to disinherit fragments of their personality that are at variance with the dogma conditioning (i.e., rules requiring specific behaviors to be punished as sins, some of which require eternal suffering). The psychological double-bind of the GOD script in effect creates a Jekyll and Hyde compartmentalized psyche. When the shadow self is negated, the operator must engage in deception and duplicity to maintain the program.

    To answer your question regarding my sexuality. I haven’t transgressed anyone (or anything) with my naughty bits or carnal desires, therefore I have no need for forgiveness. Forgiveness, absolution, and intercessary confessionals are only necessary to placate the angry vengeful tribal deity who was engineered by the elites to keep man in a downtrodden state of perpetual spiritual and psychological bondage. My soul is in an absolutely pristine state, at least since the moment that I chose to be downloaded from the astral plane. I cannot speak to its prior condition, but I am sure it was well tended by its previous carbon-based operator.

  10. 10 Manco
    May 20, 2010 at 4:05 pm

    As usual, a healthy amount of drivel posing as a response. Tell me something, you pompous son of a bitch, do you ever shoot straight or are your half-assed philosophies cloaked in psychological babble and five dollar words to conceal the fact you have no clue what’s going down?

    Any 10 cent fucker walking the street knows the God idea is an age old hustle. You haven’t stumbled upon any great truth, skull fucker. And spare me your self-righteous “I am downloaded from the astral plane” crap. To that, let me merely quote an old friend of mine who used to be a cop in San Francisco: “Listen, punk. To me you’re nothing but dogshit, you understand? And a lot of things can happen to dogshit. It can be scraped up with a shovel off the ground. It can dry up and blow away in the wind. Or it can be stepped on and squashed. So take my advice and be careful where the dog shits ya.”

    Here’s the deal, sunshine: you’re playing a part in some great drama being staged in the mind of one. So am I. We’re not important. We’re characters. The only question is are we the lead actors, character actors or merely extras? You would be wise to stop this preaching to the masses. Any and all who have done it have been left with a terrible truth at the end – it doesn’t matter for the end has already been written.

  11. May 21, 2010 at 3:36 pm


    It is my tendency to disregard comments originating from Toxic Brain Shock sufferers (a rare affliction affecting perverted janitors, like yourself, who get their kicks sniffing bio-hazard bins in the ladies’ restroom). As I have stated on many occasions, I couldn’t be bothered less with what you think of me or my philosophies on life.

    “The only question is are we the lead actors, character actors or merely extras?”

    You sir, do not even warrant inclusion in the “merely extra” category. Rather, your role in the universe is more aptly described as a festering boil on the defiled anus of humanity. I do agree that your end has already been written, climaxing in a fractured cranium at the base of a steel commode in the state pen.

  12. 12 mike tyson
    June 4, 2010 at 12:14 am

    Hey Johnny,
    Don’t listen to that douchbag Manco.

  13. 13 Manco
    June 4, 2010 at 12:07 pm


    You got some beef you want to grill, buddy? Why don’t you go get another facial tattoo and shut the fuck up.

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Johnny Peepers

----> is a socio-pathetic degenerate with a penchant for cheap booze, ruphy-laden broads, and dim sum soup.


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