Mapplethorpe … would I have had sex with him? Definitely … but perhaps only once …

Perhaps not many gays or bi’s still alive today can boast of having had sex with Clark Gable. Well — I DID! Well, sort of …

It was not while I lived in Los Angeles or New York City, but rather in Dayton, Ohio where I met the spitting image of my fantasy “Clark” at a sleazy gay bar. I was merely 19 years of age and full of hormones and with stars-in-my-eyes. I am no longer certain as to who picked whom up, but I know that our attraction was mutual. I did not dare tell him that I was first attracted to him because he looked like Clark Gable, but once we got back to his run-down apartment he pulled out several memorabilia, including letters from Hollywood producers, photos of him and Mr. Gable, and much, much more. You see, he had (according to him) worked as Clark Gable’s “double” for many years. And even then looked just like Mr. Gable would have looked had he still been alive. Granted that today — with internet and the intense desire to become celebrities through association, reality tv shows or blogging — counterfeiting such “documentation” would be relatively simple. But, back then … well, I was impressed with the “approachable REAL COPY!” (Funny … most persons of my age had other idols such as James Dean etc., but for me Clark Gable and Natalie Wood were the perfect combinations of personality and talent.)

It was our first and only tryst … perhaps not the “hottest” sex I have ever had, but one of the most memorable “dates” because it was so unusual and so unique. I mean, how many gays or bi’s still alive today can boast of having had sex with Clark Gable?


Well, I have often reflected upon those years — from my “original hippie years” to my “new York City New Wave years” — and all of my trysts, infatuations, affairs, relationships, tricks, johns etc., with both men and with women — and I no longer know how much of it all was about the actual person, the projected personality, or the hype. There were many (even without GrindR) but the adage of the times (“So many men, so little time!”) was impoverished compared to the psychological drive and reality of these meetings — because they were more meetings with different aspects of oneself rather than with other persons (or projected personalities). Having sex was neither mindless nor significant in the short run. In the same way, the celebrities I met and interacted with in Los Angeles, New York City, in Vermont etc. were to be treated as “normal persons” out of respect for their own needs to be “just human” sometimes.

Had I had the opportunity to fuck with Robert Mapplethorpe then I think that I would have been mostly turned on to his personality — both the positive and not-so-positive aspects — and how he expressed these things in his life + everyday neurosis. Don’t get me wrong — he was very hot, indeed. But — everyone was. It was just as likely for me to “fall in love and lust” with a fascinating Mind and bizarre social behaviour as with an impressive body. Financial status in itself was uninteresting to me. I was — and still am — fascinated by what people do with the cards they are dealt in Life, and the circumstances, opportunities and failures they themselves develop in their lives. It is there that I discover the eroticism of integrity. As with many from that period, the greatest Art was being oneself … and selling it — when possible most expensively, and then — in the middle of the night — humanly “cheap”.

Yeah … I also « did » the Anvil, the Mineshaft, the Pyramid Club, the St. Mark’s Baths etc. … but I also prided myself on knowing exactly how to be called forth by the doormen at Studio 54, on tv documentaries, and at the hottest clubs in Paris etc. — night after night — in those years.

Mapplethorpe (Robert) … would I have had sex with him? Definitely … but perhaps only once.

… But you know what?!! In itself, being “a pompous asshole or cunt” is digestible — depending on the person and the context. Most celebrities’ and wealthy persons’ idiosyncrasies and transgressions can be laughed off or explained by pressures of fame etc. But it is the next two levels of celebrity status that are problematic — those who are constantly vying to play out their “All About Eve” fantasies, and make “viciousness” into their trademark for fame. There are about 5-6 rather well-known authors who will eventually get their mention. Not because I wish to avenge their behaviour, but because their assumption that one is entitled to be a jerk in order to get ahead is reprehensible to me. And because “storytelling” is an important part of human heritage and learning.

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