An interesting week.
Between oysters and pizza at Gjelina and early nights in Hollywood the whole gay world went cray cray…
In less time than it takes to come up on Bath Salts the sex lives of some very powerful gay men in Hollywood changed dramatically. The unfettered and often illegal activities those Peter Pan like older gay men were so used to getting away with… ceased… forever.
During the week hundreds of lurid photographs surfaced of a puffy faced Bryan Singer and his friends holding onto very young boys at restaurants, in private jets and at clubs. Bryan’s friends have names that sound invented… like second rate gangsters or third rate porn stars: Wayne Castro and Tommy Johnson. They are all brazenly, flagrantly, indiscreetly photographed with boys and more boys… willow thin, pale and hairless. The men who funnel boys into Bryan’s world are club promoters, model agents and studio executives.
The scale of Bryan’s boy network, his boy compulsion can only be guessed at. It is without doubt an addiction over which he is powerless… his life unmanageable.
He says, “I don’t see the point of knowing anyone unless I’m going to have sex with them.”
After the premiere I am invited to the Ritz in New York. When I get to the room they’re there… it’s one of those parties… the men and the boys. Snorting coke, drinking beer, young boys sitting on the laps of those revolting men. When I write about it the following day they tell me to take it down… I mean, I’ve been to straight parties and met eastern european girls… hookers. I feel the same sadness.
A young straight waiter tells me that Bryan takes him to an apartment, gives him drugs and alcohol, hires a pretty girl prostitute and throws himself into the mix as the boy fucks the girl. The boy tells me that Bryan secretly tapes the encounter.
As the Bryan Singer scandal gained traction so the true colors of the gay community reveal themselves… unsurprisingly they were not the colors of the rainbow flag.
The first reaction from the gays was very favorable toward Bryan rather than his accuser. The gays huffed and puffed about the boy not being a boy, that he must have known what he was getting himself into and generally blaming the victim for his prepubescent naivety. My Bryan Singer blog piece went viral and Egan (who alleges rape) named three other predators… one of them being Garth Ancier who was once a Facebook friend.
I realized that even though ‘everyone knew’ about Bryan and his hedonistic mates indulging in the joys of trafficking young flesh… it turns out that this lifestyle is in fact what many Hollywood gays aspire. They want what Bryan has, the parties, the money, the drugs and the sex. Bryan, they concluded, was living the gay dream.
I spoke with Lucas John who writes the well read blog WeHo Confidential.
Even though Lucas has written terrible things about the gays and their behavior in his blog (he boasts that the gay mafia live in fear of photographs of their parties ending up on his site) he reassured me that WeHo Confidential wasn’t meant to be taken seriously, it was ‘a game’… he explained. Lucas was shocked that anyone was taking Egan seriously, that the wider world might now have a negative opinion about his ‘friend Bryan’.
The opinion from the ‘wider world’, as it turns out, is mixed. Many news outlets are covering the story tentatively. Why the caution? They don’t want to be accused of homophobia. They don’t want to get it wrong or upset their homo-collegues. Gay news proprietors like Nick Denton at Gawker are trying to treat this gay tabloid story as they would a straight tabloid story but their readers think him a traitor.
Even though Lucas is loathed by most of the people I mention in my blog he vehemently stands by Bryan Singer. This strident support is not unusual amongst the gays. The support Bryan receives from the gays sounds much like the support Sandusky got from Penn State, the support pedophile priests garnered from their reeling congregation and the Vatican.
LA gays are in shock that their sex conduct could be considered wrong. The sex laws somehow, they squealed, didn’t apply to them. Fucking a persistent, consenting 15-year-old wasn’t pedophilia they scoffed. It’s fun! Don’t shame us!
The truth is: many gay men had sex willingly with older men when we were teenagers. We liked it, we wanted more. Most gays can’t understand why Egan is complaining. After all, he got to hang with celebs, taken on a private jet and all the drugs he could manage.
Gay men can’t get their heads around the reality of man/man rape. It’s a mystery to them. Rape is what happens in porn films or to women or closeted straight men who can’t face the truth about their anal experience. Dorothy Parker once said about a close friend, “She spoke ten languages but couldn’t say no in any of them.”
Some gay men can’t make a connection between the girl held down and raped by the lacrosse team and the boy held under water and raped by the studio executive and his friends. There is a disconnect for most gay men between these two narratives.
The gays, formerly operated in the shadow of heterosexual society, where they learned they could get away with anything. The gays must now learn to live in the light. For some this is a hard transition. We must face the responsibilities equality affords us. It’s time to grow the fuck up.
On Wednesday I was hounded by Buzzfeed to tell what I knew about Bryan but generally I kept myself to my blog. The comments section on Gawker lit up with the usual kind of screaming homo hate I have long been used to. They claimed I was a hypocrite for discrediting Bryan when I have a 25-year-old boyfriend. The difference being? My boyfriend and I have monogamous consensual sex and have done for the past 8 months.
In other news, my old buddy and teen lover Dustin Lance Black hit the headlines this week because his former college in Pasadena thought it inappropriate for an ex student who took pictures of himself having anal sex (with a porn star without a condom) lecture their students. Black cries Homophobia! and Shame! Yet another entitled white gay men who lives beyond the consequences of his actions.
I mentioned this to one of the bone fide journalists I met with this week. I explained what I had seen, innocent boys being trafficked from model agencies in New York to the hot tubs of Hollywood.
He asked why I wanted to get involved… why I wanted to share my own story of gay Hollywood, knowing how unpopular my opinions are to my fellow tribe members.
I told him this:
When I was 8 years old I ran away from home, away from my abusive father. When the police caught up with me I told them what was going on. They took me home and told me if I ever repeated those allegations against my powerful and well-respected father they would fall on me ‘like a ton of bricks’. This terrible injustice shaped my view of authority. After the policeman left I suffered 6 more years of merciless brutality… in silence.
The gays have no sympathy for the abused because they have always felt abused, they say: Suck it up, stop complaining, boo hoo. They have learned to forget their miserable past, their bullies, their abusive parents. They have learned to ignore what I refuse to ignore… that things must change… and the only way that is going to happen?
We talk about the abuse/rape/pedophilia… we go on talking about it until it stops.
Until we can learn to say no without shame.