Porn started in L.A. when Art Kunkin published
nudity in a little paper called Open City.
Charles Bukowski was a contributor. Art closed that down and opened the L.A. Free Press which was one of the early underground, alternative anti-war papers. It became big.
Besides Bukowski we got the ultimate
cartoonist Ron Cobb out of it. I think
he moved to Australia and did an animated film, Heavy Traffic. Sort of pseudo-masochistic.
It did real well
As porn began, the "go to" casting agency was
Reb Sunset International. Owned by
Reb Sawitz and run by
William Margold
Bill had a little paper he ran and I was a contributing artist. That's when and how
I met the so called "Gawd Father of Porn".
For awhile I was the porno cartoon king of L.A.
That was then.
Bill was a power player back then.
Google; William Margold. I had not seen him
since the 80's and wanted to touch bases.
FADED GLORY
Bill is older now. Doesn't perform anymore.
He lives in a dimly lit apt in Hollywood with
a cat. He still writes for the last of the sex rags...the L.A. x...press. It's gone from 30 to 40 pages down to twelve. He doesn't get paid for it.
Fortunately he befriended someone years
ago who is filthy rich and pays his rent. Otherwise
he'd probably have to get a real job.
I asked him about a porn star I knew for
awhile. Her name was Serena. She had lived in
Eddie Nash's bldg. at the same time I did.
Her boyfriend like to shoot guns in the bldg.
I remembered her because she had inverted nipples.
As it turns out Bill had recently done an article on her. She had a book out.
Brite Lights, Lonely Nights
Probably the only pussy he gets anymore. They
aren't exactly busting down my door either.
He was going to Vegas to be inducted into the
porn hall of fame.
He now considers himself to be a
porn historian
Note: I was with the L.A. Free Press when Larry Flynt bought it. In an effort to transition to the new paper I approached Jay Levine his editor.
I offered to confess to being a spy and doing a burglary for the FBI.
Before anything could happen Larry Flynt got shot. End of job. End of story.
Jay Levine went on to start the L.A. Weekly which is still going strong to this day.
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