In stories like TV Journalist Says Harvey Weinstein Masturbated In Front Of Her, the big scoop is, Whoa! So that’s why the potted plants at Club Socialista never seemed to last very long!
I mean, surely it can’t be news that Hollywood producers are sleazebags.
Why do you think they became Hollywood producers?
Do you think it’s because they just luv, luv, luv John Ford and Federico Fellini?
No.
It’s for EZ access to drugs and pussy.
Or cock. David Geffin is rumored to be one of the biggest sexual predators in the entertainment business.
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As a lissome young creature working in the late 60s/early 70s through the aegis of a rather famous modeling agency, I certainly knew my fair share of Harvey Weinsteins.
Sometimes I went along with it; sometimes I didn’t.
I couldn’t tell you why I went along with it the times I went along with it: The perps were almost always physically unattractive and the perks dangled in front of me like bait were never very big ones as I was considered “too ethnic” and “too fat” for any kind of real modeling success. Note that this was the pre-Gia, pre-supermodel era. Note, too, that I weighed 120 pounds.
I guess when I went along with it, I was thinking, These are the rules of the game. If you don’t like the rules, get out of the game. (Which I did pretty quickly.)
Sometimes I would get into the playacting aspects of it. I was always shocked by the number of guys for whom orgasm was secondary to exhibitionism: What they really wanted was to lie there in front of you stroking their cocks and having you ooohhh and ahhhhh, OmiGAWD, it’s so big! This was foreplay! It could go on for half an hour.
There was also, of course, a kind of dissociative mechanism that kicked in and made it very difficult to sustain real relationships involving affection or trust.
I suppose I was damaged by it.
Although by that point, I had already been damaged by so many, many other things that it’s difficult to draw a clear line of demarcation.
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Anyway, now we know how Gwyneth Paltrow and Nicole Kidman won their Oscars.
And I'm happy that the rules of the game will be changing.
I mean, surely it can’t be news that Hollywood producers are sleazebags.
Why do you think they became Hollywood producers?
Do you think it’s because they just luv, luv, luv John Ford and Federico Fellini?
No.
It’s for EZ access to drugs and pussy.
Or cock. David Geffin is rumored to be one of the biggest sexual predators in the entertainment business.
###
As a lissome young creature working in the late 60s/early 70s through the aegis of a rather famous modeling agency, I certainly knew my fair share of Harvey Weinsteins.
Sometimes I went along with it; sometimes I didn’t.
I couldn’t tell you why I went along with it the times I went along with it: The perps were almost always physically unattractive and the perks dangled in front of me like bait were never very big ones as I was considered “too ethnic” and “too fat” for any kind of real modeling success. Note that this was the pre-Gia, pre-supermodel era. Note, too, that I weighed 120 pounds.
I guess when I went along with it, I was thinking, These are the rules of the game. If you don’t like the rules, get out of the game. (Which I did pretty quickly.)
Sometimes I would get into the playacting aspects of it. I was always shocked by the number of guys for whom orgasm was secondary to exhibitionism: What they really wanted was to lie there in front of you stroking their cocks and having you ooohhh and ahhhhh, OmiGAWD, it’s so big! This was foreplay! It could go on for half an hour.
There was also, of course, a kind of dissociative mechanism that kicked in and made it very difficult to sustain real relationships involving affection or trust.
I suppose I was damaged by it.
Although by that point, I had already been damaged by so many, many other things that it’s difficult to draw a clear line of demarcation.
###
Anyway, now we know how Gwyneth Paltrow and Nicole Kidman won their Oscars.
And I'm happy that the rules of the game will be changing.