Today's Blind Items - The Squat - Part Four - A Dancing Boy Story

I'm only going to tease this one - at least until his death - because Enty has a policy of not outing people, and also because I'm not absolutely sure he was ever at the House: the one kid who saw him said "well, it sure looked like him." (Psst: I now think it was.)

And yes: this is someone extremely big, and not at all known or suspected to prefer people of his own sex, or both sexes, let alone minors; he's also quite old now. (But of course even if it was him he may not have been there for the tapes but the drugs. The thing is he was never known for that either.) What made me remember all this was that in recent years one of his former female co-stars (who clearly knew him well and over time) made a really stunning statement about him that when you think of it kind of implies that. 

Also and re: the legendary actor in Part 2: I was introduced to one of the guys he had seen regularly in the late 1970s a few years later by the now late journalist Steve Silberman - kid was 15 at the time he was his john, and a runaway too - and he told me that the actor used to make him ride in the trunk of his Rolls, sometimes forcing him there at gunpoint. Said journalist also introduced me to a very famous writer - one whose summer camp of sorts he'd attended (ie the one which basically existed for his access to barely legal boys); I'd strangely/coincidentally been hit on by this person a month or two prior. 

He had this 18 or 19 year old assistant who told you what he wanted/how to dress (ie a school uniform - I had to have my mother send me mine, and I guess he thought I was still in high school because it was real). And in the end he wouldn't pay me the 200 bucks we'd agreed to (that was my celebrity/obviously rich person rate) - I got 125 bucks, and I still have a copy of the check (I'll post it when I clean out the garage for my move back to LA this coming year - it was from his foundation or whatever).  (He was into weird sh*t - bdsm and medical stuff. His spare bedroom had a bunk bed he would restrain you to - all I could think of was being back in the hospital, but I figured this person was too famous to murder me or something - but that wasn't even the strangest part. It was like a kid bedroom from the 50s or whatever, with cowboy/Indian wallpaper, a rocking horse, a picture of that most iconic mid-century sit com boy - he claimed to have swam naked with him back in the day, which was I guess his thing.)

More about the House next time. I'm sure you can guess who also visited the Apartment - at least on one occasion: the legendarily (then) troubled actor. I wasn't there at that moment, but when asked if he wanted to stay and hang out he said: "No offense you guys, but if I'm not mistaken this is a crack house, and I don't want to get arrested with you all." Obviously, he took the bus too - at least in the one role.