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

Maybe I should call this one in part The Colony, because one of the five of us - I'll get to who the other actor kids were, because this is not one of them - had a legit job some weekends parking cars for this one legend of the small screen, known more for his wives than his paramours. He used to host parties of a sort - the same kind as the islander when the then wife was out of town, although he was not the ringleader (dunno who was, but my friend said the legend's sidekick in addition to having those proclivities also hit on him).

But of course, who else visited...the house.

One I'm aware of but never met (thankfully, given his diagnosis, and what not inconceivably could have happened - he likely infected a number of boys) was the psycho photographer whose more famous role was half that. To this day I like to think that his former partner wasn't aware of what he was up to then, because I always respected his honesty. But, you know, um, this is Hollywood we're talking about - literally, in this case, albeit its seedy east side.

And (probably not surprisingly) the disgraced director who wasn't really either yet.