Julian, 18, had medium long blond hair and an impishly configured, mysterious face with small, cutting dark blue eyes. Below the neck, he was lean, statuesque, and as hairless as a church. He lived in a huge mansion just north of Sunset Blvd. in Beverly Hills with his parents, who were very wealthy, cultured first generation Danish Americans. His father's best friend was Julian Beck, head of the controversial theater company The Living Theater, whom Julian (Beck Andes) was named after. On the one hand, Julian was very sophisticated, a prodigal cellist and composer of modern classical music with a skyscraper IQ who'd won a number of national prizes for his composing and playing. On the other hand, he was one of the most daring people I've ever known. He was absolutely fascinated by sex, to the point that, even though he certainly didn't need the money, he worked most afternoons and evenings as a street prostitute on the legendary hustler strip along Selma Avenue just south of Hollywood Blvd. After we spent that first night together, and he realized I had less than no problem with the nature of his 'job,' we became boyfriends. I wound up spending most of my nights hanging out with him while he worked, getting to know the other hustlers as well as the ins and outs of the world of street hustling, an experience that was definitely responsible for both my lifelong interest in prostitutes as well as the frequent appearance of boy hustlers in my work. Julian himself became one of the main characters in my novel 'Frisk.' I never worked myself, as I was far too picky in my sexual tastes, but I often accompanied him to his tricks' houses, waiting in the men's living rooms while he did his business in their bedrooms.