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| Topic | Can we talk about how David Hayter AKA Solid Snake was almost raped/assaulted? |
| Apocalyptic 10/12/17 8:53:58 PM #1: | In the mid 90s, I was 25. I was working late as a bartender in a pricey Beverly Hills hotel, when the phone rang at my bar. It was an extremely well-known movie producer I had worked with as an actor. He told me he was staying upstairs, and he had the footage from a film I'd worked on a few months back. He asked me, "Do you want to come up, see yourself in the movie?" What actor wouldn't. I closed up the bar and headed upstairs. On the way to the room, I began to get wary... Was this really the wisest move, coming to this man's room at midnight? Well, I thought, this is a man I know. We're "colleagues" of a sort. What's the worst that could happen? I knocked on the door. The producer opened it. In his bathrobe. As I entered his two bedroom suite, the whole situation became stomach-churningly clear. Every chair, couch, or any other seating implement had been moved into the "living room" of the suite, and the door to that room had been locked. The tv, along with the entire entertainment console had been moved right up against the end of the bed. If you wanted to "see yourself in the movie", the only viewing area was the bed. It was a trap. He hopped up on the bed and patted the seat next to him. With my mind racing as to how I was going to deal with this, I sat down. "You want a beer?" He asked me. "Sure." I said, a little numb. He leaned across me, stretching across my body, and opened the mini-fridge. We cracked our beers and he ran the footage, not in any order, not scanning to my parts. Just letting it run. I sat there, uncomfortable as fuck, until he rolled over to hug me. "It's so good to see you." He said. "It's good to see you as well." I said, with strained formality. If you're wondering why I was still there by this point, this was a very powerful man. A man who could fulfill your dreams of stardom, money, everything you came to Hollywood for in the first place without too much difficulty. And look, I bear absolutely no judgement toward any young person who decides to use their youth and beauty and sexuality to advance their careers. If that is how you want to pursue this career, and you feel you can do it without losing your soul, then who am I to judge? But the thing is, I'm just not gay. So many people that I know and love are, but it's just not me. So, as the man's head started traveling south, I jumped up off the bed. I apologized, explained that it "just wasn't me" and got the fuck out of there. Please do not take this as a traumatic admission. It's not. I don't need sympathy, and I do not mean, in any way, to compare my experiences to the abject fear and humiliation faced by so many of the actresses coming forward now. I am extremely thick-skinned and I look back on these incidents as the price of doing business in this strange, fucked-up land of grown-up man-children who wield immense power. I've told the story humorously for years. --- ... ... Copied to Clipboard! |
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