Another Legend Falls to #Me Too
By: William, Dollar Bill
Tags: Gossip, Ron Jeremy, Metoo, Pornography, Life Lessons

Another Legend Falls to #Me Too

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The comments on Yahoo News were too funny. “There will be some hard evidence in this case.” The evidence will be piled 9" high. “His female lawyer promises to get him off.” If you haven’t heard, the Me Too Movement is about to take down another masher. This one is Ronald Jeremy Hyatt, know to the world as Ron Jeremy, a guy voted #1 porn star of all time by Adult Video News, which as the title implies, just might be an authority on these hard news (couldn’t resist) matters.

People dismiss porn stars as clueless/dizzy dumbbells. Ron is not that. His parents had white-collar jobs and he himself has a college degree and taught school for a while. When a girlfriend submitted his nude photo to Playgirl, Ron found himself an opportunity: That of having sex on film for money. He jumped at the chance and never looked back. As an aspiring Broadway actor, he was going nowhere. As a porn star, he rocketed to the top of his game.

It should be noted that in Ron’s heyday, being a male porn star was not the cakewalk some might imagine. With no Viagra to aid in the process, finding men who could raise and maintain an erection on command while the lights were burning and multiple people were milling about on the set wasn’t that easy.

In fact, it wasn’t easy at all. And to have somebody like Ronnie who made showtime like the pro he was, was a producer’s dream. No, he wasn’t a hunky guy. But he had a big unit over which he exercised total control. And thus, he became the #1 call on the porn set. To the tune of over 2000 x-rated credits.

Apparently, all that adulation went to his head (so to speak). He, like a certain national leader, felt that his notoriety entitled him to “grab ’em by the pussy.” Except he took it a step further. He is alleged to have inserted his fingers in those pussies by multiple women who sought only to take a photo with him at industry events. So egregious was his reputation in this realm, he was banned from most of those functions owing to his predilection for sexually assaulting women who simply wanted a photo.

And just like Harvey Weinstein, who worked it and worked it and worked it, his karma finally caught up with him. Make no mistake about it. Whether Ronnie knows it or not (and he may not owing to his outsized ego), he’s in deep doo doo. Right now, he should be making plans as to how he’s going to convince female CO’s to dingle his dangle. Because those are the only females he’ll be around for the rest of his life.

For the moment, Ronnie is being detained at the Twin Towers Correctional facility (I’m not making that name up), a shitty county jail where I can assure you, he’s not having fun.

But from what I know about incarceration (and I know a fair amount having served time at Rikers Island, the Tombs, and MCC federal prison), Ronnie is getting the star treatment from his fellow prisoners. Like the rest of the world, inmates get seduced by fame — and even infamy. I doubt he’s getting laid, mind you. But prisoners are flocking around him in admiration and envy. So he gets his ego massaged — if nothing else.

While I wasn’t a friend of Ronnie’s during my career as writer/editor for Screw Magazine, and owner of an adult advertising agency and escort website, I did meet him at a dinner with one of my advertisers, Dennis Hof of Bunny Ranch fame.

I can’t say I witnessed any of the overt activity cited by his victims. But still, there lurked something in his aura that told me this guy takes what he wants from women. Or I should say “took.” With 23 charges against him, the dude ain't comin’ out anytime soon!

Here’s a funny inside story about Ron Jeremy:

Several years ago, I was attending a party (a memoriam for Al Goldstein) at the Museum of Sex in New York city. Down in the basement, I ran into an old friend and former Screw editor who was chatting amiably with a tall, busty, and quite beautiful alt woman. We were in mid-conversation when a mild commotion broke out in the corner where girls were getting their t-shirts and/or breasts signed by Ron Jeremy.

After the commotion calmed down, I turned to Eric’s friend and asked “don’t you want to get your tits signed by Ron Jeremy?” in a mock fashion, indicating it would take a certain type of groupie to seek that autograph. She cast him a derisive sideways glance and then looked back at me to say “I sucked his dick. I don’t think I need his autograph.” Whether she did it for pay or pleasure I did not ask. But I got the idea it was for pay.