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    Requiem for a Heavy Wadd – August, 1988 Article 

    To read a big section of the lengthy 1983 Hustler interview with Holmes that I found, go here. It’s on my blog.

    This 1988 article is long, no pun intended. Caution: Profanity below!! I did not alter the photo, someone else did I guess. You will notice a few of the usual inconsistencies with the facts of his life and of other stuff, albeit with what we know about John today…but it’s an entertaining piece nonetheless. Hell, it’s over 25 years old. As the Big Lebowski once said “new shit has come to light!”. Hopefully Jill can drop a few lines in the comments about this gem!


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    August 1988

    August 1988 – Hey, I’ve got $4.50.

    Requiem for a Heavy Wadd

    Courtesy of Hustler Magazine – Anthony R. Lovett – August 1988 

    John C. Holmes’s journey from scum sack to body bag.

    The 80’s were not kind to John C Holmes. In the last eight years of his life, the world’s most famous porn star was heavily addicted to cocaine, involved in some decidedly gory killings, charged with murder, held in contempt of the Los Angeles grand jury, caught stealing from his friends, and slowly abandoned by anyone who ever meant anything to him. Add to this sorry list a bad case of hemorrhoids, intestinal cancer, and finally, a lingering death due to AIDS, and you have the makings of what appears to be a cruel joke of titanic proportions played on one man, a godless job for the ‘80s. In the five months before his death on March 13, 1988, the bitter, painful and friendless agony of John Holmes slowly unwound in Room 101A of the Veteran’s Administration hospital in Sepulveda, California.

    Scarcely recognizable in his last weeks, Holmes dwindled to an 85-lb. Skeleton, a semi-coherent wraith who every day slipped further into the shadows. Here was an ordinary joe whose extraordinary large penis had elevated him above the teeming throng and led him down the strange and tortuous path that dead-ends at the VA hospital. Had he been born without the freakish appendage he carried between his legs, John Holmes probably would have never made a porn flick, or had sex with 14,000 women, or smoked a fortune’s worth of cocaine, or died friendless at the ripe young age of 43. His great big dick, the one secretly envied by all men who saw it, fantasized about by all women who dared, was in reality his worst enemy. Once that magnificent organ was revealed to the world, once it was presented to bear the sexual brunt of a size-obsessed society, it became more important than the man who owned it. John Holmes’s cock dwarfed everything around it, including its owner. Holmes spoke of the way his abnormality mesmerized all who gazed upon it, never realizing that he too had come under its spell. The “real” John Holmes, the bumpkin from the Midwest, was soon phased out to make room for the world’s greatest porn star. Holmes spent his leave weaving a complex, contradictory web of lies to cover his tracks. His origins, his home, his very pre-porn life were unbefitting to a stud the likes of “Johnny Wadd.” So over the years, in interview after interview, Holmes perpetuated and embellished a fictional past that he presented as his own. Each journalistic encounter was rife with fallacy, wielding anything and everything but “the truth.” Subsequently, well-meaning news sources tapped into the same litany of lies again and again. They still do.

    Holmes’s true origins are indeed mundane compared to the fairy tale childhood he created for the record. One of John Holmes’s favorite lies concerned a wealthy aunt who, according to Holmes, raised him in a servant laden Florida mansion. It was there, John claimed, that at the age of eight he first encountered fellatio via his aunt’s Swiss maid – not a French maid, but a Swiss maid. John was at least blessed with imagination. Little is known about John’s early years but one thing is certain – he wasn’t raised by a rich aunt in Florida: he didn’t have one. (He would end up there some 35 years later, running away from his LA murder rap.) Publisher Al Goldstein claims to have a copy of Holmes’s birth certificate, and porn celeb William Margold backs it up. “He showed it to me – it was real,” chimes Margold. The piece of paper originally identified the child as John Curtis Estes, born August 8, 1944, in Pickaway County, Ohio. Two years later the name was altered to John Curtis Holmes, and the name of the father, Carl L. Estes, was not to be found on the correction. Holmes often told interviewers that the C in his name stood not for Curtis (which it did) or Cocaine (which it was rumored to be), but for Cash. According to Holmes, his first gig was paid with a check – that bounced. From then on he demanded cash – and took it as a middle name. Holmes never missed an opportunity to embroider his tapestry of bullshit. While the specifics of Holmes’s roots are tenuous, it appears that he sprang from all-American poor white-trash origins in Ashville or Pataskala, Ohio depending on whom you talk to.

    Holmes, a quiet, nerdy kid who was basically ignored throughout his youth, maintained a perfect Sunday-school attendance record for 12 years. Therefore, it’s highly unlikely that John’s first blowjob came from a Swiss maid – or any maid, for that matter – and hardly at the age of eight. In fact, it’s doubtful that Holmes ever got laid before he left home. Yet he claimed, in a 1973 Screw interview, to have slept with “everybody but three girls in my class, and then the class before, quite a few of ‘em; and then the senior class ahead of me, I got most of them.” Two questions arise: How did he ever find time to study? Why can’t his classmates remember the guy at all, especially the myriad of women he allegedly bedded? Perhaps all of the boys at Pickaway High had 14-inch trouser snakes (another lie about Holmes – he measured 12 ¾ inches, not the 14 usually hyped). Holmes left home before his high school graduation to join the Army. He served his country from 1961 to 1963, spending some of that time in West Germany. In the mid-60’s he came to Southern California and, according to Holmes, worked as everything from an ambulance driver to an author of children’s books (titles such as The Little Wee Wee That Could and Goldilicks and the Threeway Bears spring to mind) before discovering that his true calling hinged on the unusual size of his penis.

    Holmes often said he made $100 for his first loop, having been introduced to the filmmakers by a sexually liberated female neighbor he met while attending UCLA (another lie – he never graduated from high school). Yet, according to Margold, Holmes found the business in a different manner back in 1969. “He simply knew somebody who knew somebody who said they were doing something down on Las Palmas was essentially the center of the X-rated industry. So Holmes stumbled into it, his appendage spoke for him, and they put him to work. Rumor is, he was earning $25 a day for as much as he could knock out.” Margold, who last year established a John Holmes relief fund that received absolutely no contributions, remembers the first time he worked with “The King”: “All of a sudden I looked up, and his dick came out over my head, literally hanging out over my head, and it was like the opening shot of Star Wars. I was so intimidated with what I was looking at that my dick went down in the rug, and I did not see it the rest of the day.”

    The Las Palmas days were fleeting, however, as pornography blossomed alongside the sexual revolution and moved from the cellar to the studio. In the early to mid-70s porn became fashionable – porno chic it was called. X-rated filmmakers strived to imitate their Hollywood brethren first in lifestyle, then in film-style. As adult theaters flourished across the land like fungus, so did their audiences. But an essential Hollywood element, a core ingredient, was missing from the new porn: the “star system.” Enter John Holmes, in the right place at the right time with the right dick. While the unbearably goofy Johnny Wadd detective series (1976 to 1977) propelled Holmes into the spotlight of notoriety, his earlier appearances in a plethora of Swedish Erotica loops had already saturated the American underground media. Swedish Erotica understood the importance of a star system better than anyone in the porn biz and, like a small-time MGM, nurtured unknowns such as John Holmes and Seka into full-fledged media superstars whose names and faces would become as recognizable as those of any TV or movie celebrity.

    Around 1972 John shot a number of loops in Europe for the Color Climax series, which eventually ended up in peep booths across the United States. As early as 1973, John Holmes had returned and was performing mostly in Swedish Erotic loops, many shot at camera/director Ted Gorley’s Hollywood apartment – edited with nothing more than a ruler, some scissors and tape. Crude beginnings for a naïve, soft-spoken hick from Hooterville who would come to sexually symbolize the quantity-not-quality aesthetics that typify America. Holmes was both the bane and the balm for any man who ever doubted his own virility. Those early producers knew that John C. Holmes had something more valuable than gold. It was as if he had dropped from the heavens, the perfect sexual “product” for a society of size-queens. While John Holmes went on to become a superstar, he never became rich like those whose bank accounts were engorged with the fruits of his labors. To the public, however, it seemed as if John lived a lavish, indolent life centered around his personal pleasure, a life that many would have traded their souls for.

    Until July 1, 1981. The police called them the “Four on the Floor” murders. That’s how the murder scene looked that first July 1981 morning at 8763 Wonderland Drive, just a hoot and a holler across the Hollywood Hills from Sharon Tate’s old place. Inside, four savagely bludgeoned bodies were strewn about like rag dolls; a fifth individual, the lone survivor, was maimed beyond recognition. Holmes was picked up and questioned; the victims had been “friends” of his, a cadre of coke dealers. Upon Holmes’s release, he disappeared until November 30, 1981, when he was arrested while working as a handyman at a Florida hotel. When Holmes was returned to Los Angeles, he learned some startling news – he was being charged with murder. A palm print on the wall above one of the bodies was one of his own. During Holmes’s murder trial, the prosecution contended that the killings had been in retaliation for an armed robbery at the home of Eddie Nash, also knows as Adel Nasrallah, a Lebanese drug dealer, club owner and stolen-goods fence on whom Holmes often depended for cocaine. Nash and his large black bodyguard, Gregory Diles, were held a gunpoint as the house was ransacked, then forced to their knees, whereupon they begged for their lives.

    The prosecution argued that Holmes first set up Nash, agreeing to split the proceeds with the perpetrators from Wonderland. Later Holmes was coerced into a confession by Nash, according to the prosecution, and forced to lead the Semite’s men to Wonderland for their retribution. The DA contended that John joined in on one of the murders, willingly or unwillingly. Holmes squirmed out of the murder charge only to be held in contempt of the Los Angeles grand jury when he still refused to ID the club-wielders. He feared for his life, he said, and for the lives of his family and friends. The bludgeonings, which police really believed were Nash’s doing, were some of the most brutal on L.A.’s murder books. No wonder Holmes wouldn’t speak to the grand jury. Holmes was held for 110 days.

    Two things persuaded him to open up:

    1) Eddie Nash was going to prison for eight years on a cocaine charge.

    2) The district attorney’s office agreed not to prosecute Holmes for perjury for anything he might say, a roundabout way of giving Holmes the green light to lie. The waiting, the intimidation, the hardball tactics, the strong-arm, were all for naught.

    To this day, Holmes’s testimony remains secret.

    In February of 1988, the police got wind of Holmes’s failing condition and swooped on him in hopes of a deathbed confession concerning the Wonderland murders. According to a source close to Holmes, the porn actor either refused to speak with the police, or was unable to answer their questions due to his worsened condition. However, in an as-yet-to-be-published biography by a man the Hollywood Report identified as Freddy Basten, Holmes allegedly claimed that while the killings were taking place, he was being held a t gunpoint at a separate location. Holmes said he was later released and returned to the house to find the bodies.

    A month after Holmes croaked, the murky facts surrounding the murders were further clouded by Sharon Holmes, who divorced the Wadd in 1984 following 16 years of marriage. According to Sharon, Holmes confessed his involvement to her three weeks after the killings, saying he’d been held at gunpoint and forced to watch as the Wonderland residents were hacked to pieces. A common thread of all accounts is that the stupidity and drug-greed of John C. Holmes triggered a chain of events resulting in the vicious slaying of four people.

    If John’s dick was his downfall, then cocaine was its accomplice. John’s hankering for coke knew no bounds. In the beginning, he snorted it “just a little,” as he used to say; later he whiffed it until his nose bled. Once he crossed over to free-basing, it proved extremely taxing on both finances and health. Many, including John’s second wife, Laurie, insist John never used needles. Others, like Margold – whose media appearances after Holmes’ death only served to reinforce the public’s negative view of the industry – claim John was shooting speedballs, a mixture of heroin and coke favored by John Belushi. Others note there were times John would have tried anything.

    In a HUSTLER interview following the Wonderland murder trial, John discussed his cocaine problem in what seemed to be an honest manner: “In less than two years I smoked away a couple of apartment buildings I owned, my house, my antique store, my hardware store [all of which, according to porn historian Jim Holliday, were fabrications of John’s imagination] and my career. Not only had I smoked away more than three-quarters of a million dollars, I had degenerated into a gofer – running around selling drugs to some people so sleazy, I would have crossed the street to avoid them in the past.” Was he referring to Eddie Nash or the dead people at Wonderland? Also in the interview, Holmes claims to have begun doing coke in 1979, “after turning it down two or three times a day for ten years.” According to Holmes, the coke was being offered by someone with whom he was producing five films. Yet, according to historian Holliday, Holmes wasn’t producing five films with anyone back then, period. To confuse matters just a bit more, Kitten Natividad, who worked with John on and off the screen, maintains that Holmes was tooting up ten or 12 years ago, which would predate Holmes’s 1979 date by at least a year. Once Holmes tried coke, he liked it. He allegedly began purchasing blow from a member of Los Angeles’ Gay Mafia, the so-called Lavender Hill Mob. This harmonious union lasted as long as the connection could supply the drug.

    One night, when “the man” couldn’t come through, Holmes was turned on to another dealer, Eddie Nash. Nash, who Holmes once described as “a skinny Arab,” was allegedly the model for the coke Mephistopheles in the preachy drug epic Torchlight. Nash liked porn and, predictably, was a fan of Holmes. Nash kept Holmes around as a kind of mascot, feeding him to the tune of $10,000 in cocaine. Misery loves company, and soon Nash had it – in the form of the world’s greatest porn star. With a friend like Nash, it wasn’t hard for Holmes to become an addict. Coke became his constant companion. Many recall John’s ubiquitous black briefcase, the one that always had a few candy bars, a bottle of scotch and plenty of cocaine in it.

    Holmes used the drug to give himself the energy he needed to crank out films and photos, including the six or so Swedish Erotica loops produced every month. He also needed the drug to maintain the decaying façade of Johnny Wadd; yet it only contributed to its inevitable destruction. More than one porn director recalls searching the set for Holmes, only to find him crouched in some closet, his nose and upper lip white with powder. Eventually Holmes dropped out of porn to pursue cocaine addiction full time. He began to steal from his friends. Porn has never been more of a microcosm of Hollywood than in the case of coke abuse. In the late ‘70s and early ‘80s coke was the midnight oil of the business, fuel for performers and filmmakers who believed they could quit the white powder at any time – or keep doing it forever.

    According to an inside source, cocaine was prevalent on the Swedish Erotica sets, both in front of and behind the camera. This was especially true after Paul Vatelli arrived on the scene in 1979 and began directing the Swedish series as well as features for Caballero Video. “His crew dealt in cocaine all the time,” says the source, “so he could get the best. He could get pharmaceutical.” A hardcore coke abuser who was allegedly introduced to the stuff by a Hollywood record exec, Vatelli was a far cry from nonuser Ted Gorley – and, like Holmes, eventually died of AIDS. Unlike Holmes, Vatelli’s death in 1985 came swiftly, seven days after he was checked into the hospital with collapsed, freebase-fried lungs. Vatelli was not prepared to hear that he had AIDS. He died wearing a straitjacket. Holmes and Vatelli worked together in 1980. Vatelli, while projecting himself to the outside world as a macho womanizer, was in reality an omnisexual masochist whose self-humiliation would have made the Marquis de Sade blush.

    In effect, he was driven to try it all; including it seemed to some, the most famous dick in the world. While Holmes apparently enjoyed sex with women, he didn’t particularly like the fair sex outside the bedroom/klieg-light arena. According to Margold, Holmes was “actively bi.” Asked whether he was bi or gay, Holmes told Holliday, “I consider myself sexual.” And since his true love could be bought by the gram, John was said to have accepted homosexual tricks if the price was right, i.e., could he afford a great deal of coke from the transaction? Yet if Holmes did contract AIDS from a homosexual anal encounter, it would far more likely that he did so from a tryst with another who died of AIDS a year before Vatelli, in 1984. There’s no doubting that John Holmes had anal sex with Joseph Yale – the event is recorded on film. The Private Pleasures of John C. Holmes, the only gay hard-core feature to John’s credit, was released in 1983, after his secret testimony to the Los Angeles grand jury bought John his freedom. In the film, Holmes performs in a “harem scene” with then-famous gay-porn actor/filmmaker/producer Joseph Yale, with Joe receiving. (Holmes’s widow, Laurie has claimed that the high-profile Yale was actually a woman. Holmes claimed that he required a naked woman to pose just off-camera so the he could maintain his erection. Truth or homophobic excuses?)

    About a year later, Joe Yale died of complications arising from AIDS. Yale was extremely promiscuous, perhaps he gave the disease to Holmes… or could it have been the other way around, with Holmes’s disease remaining dormant and undetectable, longer? Some believe Holmes may have gotten the disease in prison. One former lover recalled Holmes’s fear of such a situation. “John was saying, ‘God, I hope I never go to jail – I can’t imagine butt-fucking a guy or getting butt-fucked.” Perhaps he didn’t have to use his imagination for very long. It seems doubtful, however, that Holmes ever had the opportunity for such fun.

    He was held in a single cell during the contempt proceedings, one far enough away from the rest of the jail population so that John could rest easy. Others close to Holmes, including his ex-business partner and friend Bill Amerson, believe that the superstar acquired AIDS in a different fashion. Amerson, whose contact with the press has been very limited, originally verified the AIDS rumor months before the death certificate was filed. The official cause of death was encephalitis, a swelling of the brain, brought on by AIDS. According to Amerson, and others such as Holliday and hired dick John Leslie, Holmes was a soft-spoken man off-screen who enjoyed fishing, hunting and gardening. Writer Jeremy Stone visited Holmes once and was shown grapes John had grown in the backyard. He seemed more proud of them than of any porn film he’d every made. Yet, claims Amerson, this “soft-spoken man” – who would seem to have had enough cheesy fucks in his professional life – was sexually obsessed with the lowest form of street hooker. Holmes would cruise the low-rent sex strips on Sunset and Hollywood, seek out the industrial whores near Fifth and San Pedro. His coprophilic obsession hinged on the “filthiness” of sex, and he practiced it frequently over a period of years. Although the odds of AIDS transmission from a woman to a man are proportionately small, these types of prostitutes have been pinpointed as high-risk transmitters of the disease. Just as no one knows the “real” John Holmes, no one will ever know specifically how he got the disease.

    The smoking gun was John Holmes’s reckless and self-destructive way of life. As far as AIDS was concerned, John was playing Russian roulette. The adult video industry is populated by polysexual performers whose dubious lifestyles translate into high-risk figures for sexually transmitted diseases. Many of porn’s current stable of studs have done time in gay films. Some are gay off-camera, performing “straight” sex only for the dollars. Peter North, Craig Roberts, R.J. Reynolds, Greg Rome, Marc Wallice, Randy Paul and numerous others got their start servicing and being serviced by dudes, only to move on to straight films – where the money is. Yet so far AIDS is not rampant in the porn industry, despite such a claim made by Holmes’s widow, Laurie, in the Los Angeles Times. After all, Holmes long ago practiced the safe-sex technique of pulling out and shooting on partners’ faces, asses and bellies.

    Laurie and John met in 1983, when she was calling herself Misty Dawn, a porn actress who had specialized in anal sex – for which John had a known penchant. It was love at first insertion. They performed just such a scene together in Caballero’s Nasty Nurses. Considering her specialty as a performer, Misty/Laurie is certainly not in a low-risk AIDS group herself. Predictably, in the wake of her husband’s death, Laurie has joined the reactionary Woman Against Pornography. At Holmes’s request, Laurie quit the onscreen porn business in 1983 to become his live-in “girlfriend” as well as his secretary at Penguin Productions, a company he and Amerson were operating.

    Laurie became Holmes’s wife in Las Vegas on January 23, 1987, six months after she learned he had become exposed to AIDS. That indicates Holmes knew about his disease by July 1986 at the very latest. There’s no telling how long Holmes carried it around, though a test the previous year had proved negative. According to Laurie, before John knew he had AIDS, he was planning on doing just a few more films, taking the money (which probably would have been no more than $4,000) and disappearing with her. This turned out to be just another one of Holmes’s unachievable fantasies.

    In reality, he was hooked on coke again. Holmes supported his renewed habit with some $200,000 he embezzled from Amerson and Penguin Productions. Amerson had been Holmes’s confidant, friend and manager for 25 years, and had come to the star’s aid many a time. Before the Wonderland murders, Amerson bailed out Holmes when the Wadd was arrested for stealing $10,000 worth of computer equipment. After Holmes was released in 1983, Amerson took the X-rated outcast under his wing and made him a partner in Penguin Productions, which Amerson also bankrolled. Holmes had gotten “clean” in prison and was struggling to stay drug-free on the outside. Business went fine for a while, and Holmes made a few “comeback” films, such as Girls on Fire, The Return of Johnny Wadd and Rocky X. Then coke made a comeback of its own. Even more insidious, Holmes may have added new meaning to the title of his “last” feature, The Rise and Fall of the Roman Empress (1987), by appearing in the film after he knew about his AIDS affliction. The feature was shot at the same time as the Holmes postmortem companion piece, The Devil in Mr. Holmes, and co-stars Italian parliament member Cicciolina.

    According to Laurie Holmes, “John was diagnosed as having AIDS in 1986…before he traveled to Europe to appear in two porn movies there. Holmes reportedly confided, “Cicciolina fucked Italy; now I’m gonna fuck her.” An unidentified actress who appeared with Holmes in an anal scene in one of these two films is rumored to now be dying of AIDS, which should be no comfort to Amber Lynn or Tracey Adams, both of who were dicked by Holmes in these sessions. Whether for the money, vengeance, or out of ignorance, John Holmes consciously engaged in sex after he knew of his fatal affliction, tantamount to murder.

    By October of 1986 Holmes was in failing health and, according to Amerson in the Los Angeles Times, underwent surgery for the removal of a malignant tumor in his lower intestine. Others close to Holmes, however, revealed that the problem was an extreme case of hemorrhoids, necessitating the surgical removal. John, never one to accept an unglamorous situation, had transmogrified his ugly butt warts into colon cancer. It’s unclear as to whether or not Holmes ever had intestinal surgery or what kind it may have been.

    Some sources recalled Holmes with a colostomy bag, while others mention an ileostomy (an operation to create an artificial anus). In what is perhaps Holmes’s last interview, conducted in June 1987 for Erotica magazine in Finland, Holmes told Sasha Gabor, the porn actor and Burt Reynolds facsimile, “I have no guts left; the doctors cut out four feet.” No matter what story Holmes concocted, he was in bad shape and fading fast. Despite the coke and the bullshit and the murders, Holmes’s co-workers remember him as something of an enigma, a man who was affable and generous, who presented a well-rehearsed personality, but who kept the real John Holmes, if there was such a person, to himself.

    Jamie Gillis, an X-rated veteran who’s been around since day one, worked with Holmes a “handful of times” over the course of 15 years. Gillis remembers Holmes as “sort of there, but ready to leave the set as soon as things were finished. He wanted to get out of there and go wherever the world of John Holmes was. It wasn’t like John Leslie and Joey Silvera, where we hung around or picked up girls or had dinners. I don’t know anybody who was that close to John. He was an outsider.” Holmes made his living as a lover of sorts, and so it is perhaps no coincidence that he is most fondly remembered by his female lovers and co-stars – despite the seemingly brutish size of his penis. Gillis claims he never met a girl who had performed with Holmes who had anything bad to say about him. He held a reputation for being gentle, patient and sensitive, an expert cunnilinguist. Seka once proclaimed that Holmes dispensed “the cum of God.”

    World-famous stripper and actress Kitten Natividad’s relationship with Holmes took place for the most part off-screen. “We were doing a photo-shoot back in the late ‘70s with Candy Samples and Uschi Digard and a black girl, and when I met him, I found him very charming. I was sexually attracted to him. On our breaks we’d fuck off-camera, and on-camera we’d do the simulation.” As a lover, Kitten considers Holmes “okay.” “I wasn’t in love with him; so I didn’t feel the passion, but it was as good as fucks go.” Kitten too remembers Holmes’s black briefcase and the scotch and coke within. “I don’t think he was doing a lot,” she says. “He would say, “Just a little bit, just a little bit.”

    Even with his impending doom, Johnny Wadd was intent on keeping his legend alive. As with his life, Holmes choose to cloak his mortality in a lie. As far as the world was concerned, Johnny Wadd was dying of cancer, not AIDS, and he carried on as if his passing would somehow escape the scrutiny bestowed upon those like Liberace. At the close of his June ’87 interview with Holmes, Gabor brandished a camera to get a parting shot of the King. Holmes was vehement: “Absolutely no! I do not want the world to remember Johnny Wadd looking like Rock Hudson.

    I am dying from cancer of the colon, not AIDS!” he bellowed. “Make sure everybody understands that! The rumors and the people spreading them are malicious!” Even on his deathbed, Holmes maintained the front line of deception. On Monday, March 14, 1988, the day after Holmes died, sales and rentals of his videotapes surged to a peak that hadn’t been seen since the days of his murder trial. Whatever the truth may be about Holmes, he took it to his grave. Yet, as long as the human penis averages about six inches in length, the memory of John C. Holmes will remain well protected and highly profitable. Holmes, the man, had really been dead for years. Holmes, the product is immortal.

    Courtesy of Hustler Magazine – Anthony R. Lovett – August 1988

    • J.P. McPickleshitter 5:09 am on January 16, 2021 Permalink | Reply

      The only feature I’ve seen him in is ‘WPINK-TV’ (’85), with Christy Canyon. There’s always been speculation as To why they didn’t have a scene together in it. I Guess, for Canyon, it was for the better,


    • Bill Filice 1:53 am on December 31, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      He had a heart of gold


    • John 8:37 am on August 5, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Reblogged this on Wonderland1981 – The Wonderland Murders and commented:

      Great article…


    • Maurice H 1:59 pm on September 28, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      It is nice to know he was sought of a gentle soul and not a brut. He enjoyed gardening, but you can keep the hunting. You have got to feel sorry for the way he died. It is a terrible death


      • John 2:20 pm on September 28, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        It is interesting that John went as far as he did and became famous and successful to a point. Had he stayed in Ohio, John could have also been a helluva cabinet-maker or home improvement guy, or artist – since he excelled at that stuff.


      • jimmy chicago 9:08 am on September 29, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Are you serious he was still doing films when he knew he had aids he also was very callous about the other actors he put at risk , he told his then wife/girl friend that the other actresses will get it from someone else if not him.The extra film wadd that came with the wonderland dvd had ron jeremy saying how shitty of a person he was for knowing and still putting other people at risk .He also set up eddie and the wonderland gang up to fuck each other one robbery and 4 murders.I wonder how Susan Launius feels about his gentle soul.


      • jimmy chicago 3:31 pm on September 29, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        john used to beat the shit out of dawn all the time for turning tricks for money that by the way he forced her to do . GENTLE SOUL


    • criticextraordinaire 4:43 pm on November 22, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      “Requiem for a Heavy Wadd”… How awesome of a title is that? I doubt that when they write my epitaph it will be so eloquent.


    • Jill C. Nelson 10:00 pm on November 20, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      We used Lovett’s Legends, Lies and Last Lays piece as another resource for the book, but in the end, we didn’t cite quotes from it because we had access to the interview Lovett gave for WADD which was relatively more current — and (mostly) more accurate. Aspects of Lovett’s piece reads similarly to Al Goldstein’s The Harder They Fall — which Goldstein researched and wrote for Playboy while Holmes was in jail.
      Tony Lovett broke the story that John was dying of AIDS-related causes by tricking (some would say weasled) one of his nurses to verifty the rumour. This was at the very beginning of Lovett’s career as an investigative reporter. He, in turn, informed Larry Flynt about Holmes’ status and Flynt commissioned Lovett to write the eventual piece for Hustler. Interestingly, Lovett’s extensive piece was published approximately just under a year before Sager’s Rolling Stone article. Prior to the Hustler piece while Lovett was on a press junket in Europe, he told the feature editor for Rolling Stone that he’d confirmed Holmes was dying of AIDS. They were very interested in doing a feature story but Lovett had already promised the story to Hustler. In the end, RS hired Mike Sager to pen The Devil and John Holmes. When Lovett was interviewed for WADD, he had this to say:

      “I think it was at the very first XRCO awards, and I just went up and introduced myself to John. He was a very nice person. I had seen him on some sets. But that was the only time I ever spoke with him. I must say that every source I spoke with only had kind things to say about John, and the impression that I got that evening in that parking lot was really earnest, he was well liked, he was a gentle person. I think by virtue of the fact of this strange quirk of his physiognamy was thrust into this life and lifestyle that he would have otherwise never had and he’d probably be still alive today. Selling shoes at a mall in Des Moines. I just thought it was odd that the very thing that got him into the mainlight, having a big dick, was what killed him, too. I think the irony there is obvious. It wasn’t just the cocaine. It was the fame. Just like there’s so many stars in the mainstream that can’t handle fame, and can’t handle the notoriety and the attention that’s paid to them. Here’s someone who was never groomed and never intended to be what he ended up being. In the end he couldn’t handle it and fell in with the wrong people and that was it, that was his demise.”


      • John 8:08 am on November 21, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        Excellent, as always Jill. Thanks!


      • rimbaudgirl 11:06 pm on March 9, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        Was it nash or amerson that bailed holmes out when he stole the computer i read both


      • John 2:45 pm on September 28, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        I read a book this summer about the Menendez trials and Goldstein was a big follower of bizarre trials and was a constant attendee in the gallery. He once slept outside the courthouse on the steps to get a better seat at the trial (but that could have been a PR stunt, which Al was famous for). One day in court, he showed up with Ron Jeremy to watch the trial (according to author Dominick Dunne).


  • John 8:37 am on July 22, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: handprints, hustler, , larry flynt,   

    The Holmes Concrete Tribute On Santa Monica Blvd. 

    Bill Margold, journalist and noted pervert, reveals that “John Holmes made those imprints on February 7, 1985, in conjunction with the premiere of Girls on Fire. I’m not sure when the Pussycat switched to showing gay films. I’ve been trying to convince Larry Flynt to try to purchase the Holmes and Lovelace imprints and have them moved over to Hustler Hollywood, but nothing has come of it … yet.”

    –L.A. Weekly

    Oh well. Maybe one day they will be restored, sort of like the Statue of Liberty that time (with scaffolding up all around, and everyone giving very generously). I like how the second-tier porn guys like Chinn and Margold are all of a sudden, broke with no money and calling on Flynt to do something. I would put up a Donate link but I don’t want that to boost me up into a higher tax bracket and stuff, LOL.

    It’s just another Manic Monday~

    7734 Santa Monica Blvd.

    7734 Santa Monica Blvd.

    The Pussycat is now Studs, a gay cinema. You can actually see the imprint squares of the legendary porn stars on Google Street View…

    Studs Theater.

    Studs Theater.

    It appears that they need a good cleaning. It is also apparent that people walk by and may pour some tipple or beer on them as a tribute or toast?



    My goodness, I hope that's beer or Red Bull.

    My goodness, I hope that’s beer or Red Bull. Clean up the gum.

    • criticextraordinaire 3:22 pm on October 12, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      I would love to pour a 40 on John’s imprint slab. I’d also throw in a few bucks for a restoration, or even towards a long-overdue star on the Walk of Fame for John.


    • Jill C. Nelson 9:42 am on July 23, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      I agree with you John that the five slabs are (historically) probably right where they should be as much as they are in various forms of deterioration.


    • Jill C. Nelson 9:58 pm on July 22, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      It definitely shouldn’t matter, no. But in all fairness, it’s not true that either one is broke or without money.


      • John 8:33 am on July 23, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        I understand. But the point was, cut a check for your friend’s legacy, move those concrete slabs somewhere else. However, maybe they are right where they should be, and where John first laid them down.


    • localarts 8:58 pm on July 22, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Does it really matter? if so, why?


    • Jill C. Nelson 8:05 pm on July 22, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      “I like how the second-tier porn guys like Chinn and Margold are all of a sudden, broke with no money and calling on Flynt to do something.”

      Neither Bob Chinn and Bill Margold are not broke with “no money”. Bob lives in a gated community in Albuquerque, NM, and Margold resides in a very nice condo complex in West Hollywood.


    • localarts 10:36 am on July 22, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Somebody pissed on it.


    • Bonnie Brae 9:22 am on July 22, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      I sort of think the wad of chewing gum is intentional. 😉
      (pun intended)


      • John 10:46 am on July 22, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        Yes, I didn’t realize that! Gosh, Wadda WAD that guy has! heheeh


    • dreamweaverjenn 9:00 am on July 22, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Hopefully somebody just spilled their Red Bull………


  • John 10:17 am on June 3, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: hustler,   

    Holmes In 1983 Hustler Interview & 1983 Playboy Article 

    I was aware of the Playboy article in 1983, but I did not know about the Hustler interview which Jill mentioned over the weekend. I found part of it and am trying to find the rest.

    There is also that elusive Playboy article from the same year. I was going to surprise everyone with a post but I have never found it. The April, 1983 Playboy article about Holmes and the murders seems like it would be similar to the 1989 Rolling Stone piece by Mike Sager. I am not sure if it’s an interview and I cannot find anything but the magazine cover. I have been looking for months, and the best I can do is order all 12 issues from 1983 on eBay. No thanks. I’ll forget they are in the garage, and down the road my next girlfriend will find them. Never fails.

    Let me know if you locate the Playboy article online…or some scans of it…etc.


    April, 1983.

    April, 1983.

    * * * * * * *

    This is part of Barbara Wilkins’ interview with John Holmes in the June 1983 issue of Hustler.

    Hustler: What about homosexuals? 

    Holmes: Because nearly 50% of my audience is gay, I made one 8mm, 15 minute loop specifically directed at the gay market. The film found its audience. It sold 3 million copies. In it a guy went down on me. I couldn’t keep my erection. I’m a slut with no sexual morals at all, but I’ve never had the urge for a man. I’ve never had a cock in my mouth. But who knows? – I’m not dead yet.

    June, 1983

    June, 1983

    Read on…


    To passing motorists the two-bedroom home seemed as inconspicuous as hundreds
    of other stucco dwellings in Los Angeles’ rustic Laurel Canyon. But to those who knew
    occupants at 8763 Wonderland Avenue – three drug dealers and two visitors who
    together were spending $6,000 a day on heroin, cocaine and various uppers and
    downers – it was a sure place to score a wide variety of illegal substances. At all hours
    of the day the house seemed to be swarming with buyers and sellers. Some were
    welcome, like porn-movie star John Holmes, who at the time had a $1,000-a-day
    cocaine habit. Others weren’t welcome at all, like those who passed through in the
    early hours of July 1, 1981, leaving behind four battered bodies and one savagely
    beaten survivor. 

    In the following week a strange tale of retribution and revenge emerged. Two days
    before the murders a robbery had taken place a few minutes’ drive from 8763
    Wonderland, at the lavish home of Eddie Nash, a local nightclub owner and reputed
    drug dealer, Nash had been born Adel Nasrallah of Arab patents in Palestine, a part of
    the world where pride and honor rank high and human life ranks very low. Police
    conjectured that the killings were in retaliation for the robbery, during which a gun
    accidentally went off and creased the side of Nash’s 300-pound black bodyguard,
    Gregory Diles, and Nash dropped to his knees to pray for his life. 

    Information received by law enforcement officers led them to the conclusion that the
    connection between the two Laurel Canyon residences was John Holmes. They were
    told that it was Holmes who had set up the robbery at Eddie Nash’s home and that he
    had also led the murderers back to the death house on Wonderland Avenue. 

    To give Holmes an incentive to cooperate with the police, Los Angeles District
    Attorney John Van de Kamp offered him immunity from prosecution and protection if
    he would reveal all he knew about the murders. Although Holmes’ statement
    exonerating Nash did not satisfy the police, he was still released. 

    Those few days were troubling ones for Holmes. His address books had been
    confiscated by people who threatened to murder members of his family, friends and
    business associates if he told what he knew. He was shot at twice. Clearly, it was time
    for a change of scenery. With his girlfriend and his Chihuahua, Thor, Holmes jumped
    into his old Chevrolet Malibu and disappeared. 

    Five months later Holmes was lying in bed watching a Gilligan’s Island rerun in his
    room at the Miami, Florida, motel where he had been working as a construction laborer
    and handyman. Suddenly, members of the local SWAT team and two L.A. Police
    Department detectives burst through the door and took him away in handcuffs. 

    Back in Los Angeles, Holmes was again offered immunity and protection if he would
    cooperate with authorities. But he continued to refuse, pointing out that to cooperate
    would jeopardize the lives of his family, friends and business associates. 

    With no one else to prosecute, D.A. John Van de Kamp decided to go after Holmes.
    He was charged with four counts of murder and one of attempted murder, based on
    flimsy evidence: two of his fingerprints on a glass table at the murder scene and a
    palmprint on the headboard of the bed in which Ron Launius was found, a bed which
    Holmes himself had often slept. 

    Holmes never testified during his June 1982 trial. His attorneys, Earl Hanson and
    Mitchell Egers, offered in his defense only a closing statement. When Holmes was
    acquitted of all charges, the matter should have ended. This is America, after all. If a
    person is accused of a crime, tried and acquitted, he is freed. 

    Unless he is John Holmes. As soon as he was acquitted, Holmes was subpoenaed to
    appear before the L.A. County Grand Jury to answer the same questions for which he
    had risked life imprisonment rather than answer. 

    Holmes now had two options. He could talk to the grand jury and possibly cause his
    own death; or he could refuse to answer and be held in contempt of court. Refusing to
    talk, he was returned to his jail cell. 

    Time and again in the next few months he was taken to a waiting van, his hands
    manacled, to appear before Superior Court Judge Julius A. Leetham. Each time, after
    failing to testify, he was again held in contempt and sent back to jail. (Persons held in
    contempt of court are not allowed to post bail.) 

    Holmes went on a hunger strike to protest his plight – losing 16 pounds in 32 days. The
    strike ended when his jailers decided it was time to strap him down, shove a tube
    down his throat and force-feed him. 

    After 110 days behind bars the pale and haggard John Holmes finally told the Los
    Angeles County Grand Jury everything he knew about the Laurel Canyon murders. And
    on November 22, 1982, he became a free man. On the same day and in the same
    court, Eddie Nash was convicted of possession for sale of a million dollars’ worth of
    cocaine and sentenced to eight years in prison and fined $120,000. 

    During Holmes’ lengthy incarceration he spent four evenings a week working with
    writer Barbara Wilkins on his autobiography. 

    -Your name is synonymous with hard-core movies that until recent years were
    regarded as sleazy and depraved. Does that reputation bother you? 

    Holmes: No, because I am willing to face up to who and what I am. I am a sexual
    professional; just as another professional might be a tennis player, a doctor or a
    certified public accountant. But instead of a racket or a stethoscope or a set of tax
    manuals, I have a cock 14 inches long and as round as my forearm six inches above
    the wrist. That’s my primary tool, and I’ve used it to have sexual intercourse with
    approximately 14,000 women. 

    Many of them are my tricks – the very wealthy females who pay me when I work as a
    male whore. Many of them were clients at an orgy house in the Hollywood Hills where,
    as the star attraction, I received a percentage of the profits. Twelve of these women, all
    married and with the approval of their husbands, are mothers of children I have sired –
    each for a large fee. Twenty or 25 of these women were female whores whom I paid to
    have sex with me. And many of these women have performed sexually with me in the
    more than 2,000 pornographic movies in which I’ve appeared. 

    -Why have been constantly in demand for such films? 

    Holmes: I can keep an erection almost indefinitely. In a porno movie a four-minute sex
    scene of the screen means that I have maintained an erection for the five hours it took
    to shoot it, dripping sweat under klieg lights hot enough to drive the temperature on a
    set up to 104 degrees. I can also keep an erection straddling a girl at the edge of a
    cliff, looking down at 300 feet of nothing, with my knees bleeding from the sandstone
    surface. I come on cue. 

    -Can you give me an example? 

    Holmes: One of the films I made was called Dancing Ladies. I played the role of a
    doctor who moves into a new apartment. All of the housewives in the building are after
    him. Four women played the housewives. Four other men on the shoot played their
    husbands. Each of these men had two cum-shots – a cum-shot meaning a close-up of
    an external orgasm. But none of the other men were functioning sexually that day. They
    played their characters, and I did all the cum scenes – nine of them in eight hours.
    Staying in control has always been the most important thing in my life. 

    -Have you ever been out of control? 

    Holmes: The only time was when I was free-basing cocaine. In less than two years I
    smoked away a couple of apartment buildings I owned, my house, my antique store,
    my hardware store and my career. I stayed up for as long as ten days at a time. If I ate
    at all, it was half a taco from the Taco Bell drive-in every four days. When I looked in a
    full-length mirror, what I saw could have been liberated the day before from a Nazi
    concentration camp. I went from 170 pounds to 142 pounds. I was so emaciated; I
    couldn’t shoot movies anymore. I hadn’t had sex in six months, and all my wealthy
    female tricks were gone. 

    Not only had I smoked away more than three-quarters of a million dollars, I had
    degenerated into a gofer – running around selling drugs to some people so sleazy, I
    would have crossed the street to avoid them in the past. I sold five ounces of cocaine a
    day to rock stars, murderers, dentists, restaurant owners, burglars, hitmen for the
    Mafia, attorneys, producers, directors – anybody who was buying. I was paid each day
    with a marble-size rock of free-base which was worth $1,000. That adds up to
    $365,000 a year. I smoked it all. I even had to borrow money for gas. I was a drug

    -When did you get started with drugs? 

    Holmes: I did cocaine for the first time in 1979, after turning it down two or three times
    a day for ten years. Someone with whom I was co-producing five films offered me
    cocaine on the average of twice a day. I finally thought, Oh, well, I’ve done everything
    but beat dogs; why not? It had an awful, medicinal taste, like licking the floor in a
    doctor’s office. For the six months after that I was doing about $500 worth of a coke a
    week, not much by Hollywood standards. I stayed awake more, and I seemed to get
    more done. I must have liked it, because I kept doing it. I was having sex less
    frequently, and I really shot to hell all my tricks, but I thought, Screw it. I’ll use the energy
    for films. 

    -Where did you get drugs? 

    Holmes: My cocaine supplier was a member of the Lavender Hill Mob – the Gay
    Mafia in Los Angeles. One night he ran out of cocaine. That was the night I met Eddie
    Nash. He was a skinny Arab who sat on a sofa wearing only a pair of bikini briefs and
    smoking free-base cocaine from a water pipe. There were four or five nude
    teenyboppers running around, along with a 300-pound black monster named Gregory
    Diles, who was Nash’s bodyguard. Eddie offered me a free hit on the water pipe. It
    was free the next few times I got cocaine from him too. He must have invested $10,000
    worth of coke in me. Once I was hooked, I started to pay. He got around three-quarters
    of a million dollars of my money back on his investment. 

    -Did you have another other drug connections? 

    Holmes: Yes, I also bought cocaine from the people on Wonderland Avenue. They
    were heroin addicts who lived in an armed camp. They had two stolen antique guns
    worth $25,000, which I took to Nash in exchange for $1,000 worth of heroin. All they
    had to do to get the guns back was come up with the $1,000. But whenever they got
    enough money, they’d always call another connection and spend the money with him. 

    So the guns were with Nash for a week, then two weeks, then six weeks. Eddie wanted
    his money, the people on Wonderland wanted their guns back, and I was right there in
    the middle. 

    That was when the people on Wonderland got the idea to rob Eddie Nash. They were
    going to break into his house, rob the place and kill everyone there. I knew if I told
    Eddie about it, they would send over his people, and it would be the people on
    Wonderland who would be killed. I was between a rock and a hard place. So I agreed
    to leave a sliding glass door open at Eddie Nash’s house if the people on Wonderland
    Avenue would guaranteed that nobody would be hurt. 

    They robbed Eddie Nash and brought back heroin, cocaine, jewelry, $10,000 in cash
    and the antique guns. The day after the robbery I was tortured for 14 hours by Nash and
    eight of his bodyguards while 60 or 70 people walked through his house making their
    regular drug buys. I sat in a room off the entry hall, my hands bound with black electrical
    tape. Blood was pouring from my mouth where Eddie had hit me with a gun. Nobody
    waved hello. Early the next morning four people were beaten to death on Wonderland
    Avenue, and another woman was left for dead. 

    -After refusing to tell the grand jury exactly what you witnessed on Wonderland,
    you spent 110 days in jail before deciding to testify. What made you change your

    Holmes: I received a communication from the people who had previously threatened
    my life if I testified. They told me to go ahead. If I hadn’t done so, the court could have
    kept me in jail forever. I had no rights, no bail, no privileges. The law didn’t apply to me.
    The fact the court can throw anyone in jail and forget about him is not only a
    dehumanizing experience; it’s an absolute outrage. 

    If you’re serving 90 days or five years, each day that goes by is one day closer to the
    time you can walk away. With me, the judge said I held the key to my own freedom. He
    told me that I could walk out anytime I wanted. All I had to do was agree to participate in
    my own murders and the murders of my family, friends and business associates. That
    was like purgatory. That was punishment worse than a sentence. 

    -How did you deal with the prospect of being jailed permanently? 

    Holmes: the thought of spending any amount of time without freedom was
    mind-boggling. During the trial I had a razor smuggled into prison and was more than
    prepared to kill myself if I was found guilty. I was planning on cutting my jugular vein. It
    only takes six minutes that way. The same day I was found not guilty, I was ready to kill
    myself that evening. 

    -What was it like in jail after you were held for contempt? 

    Holmes: I was in what is called the “High Power” section where they stick newsworthy
    people who, if they are injured in jail, could be an embarrassment to the county. Bad
    things happened to people in jail all the time. They’re raped, killed, stabbed and
    robbed – and you never hear about it. But if somebody is in the newspapers two or
    three times a week and he comes into court with his arm in a sling or his neck in a
    brace, there are going to be questions from the press. So people like that are put into
    a protective situation. 

    Most inmates are incarcerated in what is called the “Main Line,” six prisoners to a cell.
    Everyone in High Power has his own cell so nothing can happen to him that might
    prove embarrassing. Just about everybody in High Power was accused of mass
    murder. Everybody had been in and out of jail for years, except me. I was the one with a
    contract out on my life. So when we had to go to court, none of them would ride in the
    same van with me. In High Power you go everywhere in handcuffs, accompanied by a
    deputy. I had no physical contact with anybody at all. The first time I was able to shake
    my attorney’s hand was a sensory shock. 

    -Who were some of the other inmate in High Power? 

    Holmes: The “Skid Row Slasher,” who had murdered 11 winos as they slept on
    downtown Los Angeles streets, Kenneth Bianchi, the “Hillside Strangler,” who had
    murdered 11 women; and Angelo Buono, his cousin. There was one guy who had
    sexually molested his own two little boys, killed them and then burned his house down.
    The head of the Black Mafia in Los Angeles was there. So was the guy from the Israeli
    Mafia who was convicted of dismembering two people at the Bonaventure Hotel. He
    was as nice a guy as you’d want to meet. I also played gin rummy through the bars of
    my cell with a kid awaiting trial after turning evidence against the “Freeway Killer,”
    William Bonin, who had tortured and murdered 21 boys in Orange County and Los

    -Since everyone was confined to his own cell, how id you communicate with
    other prisoners? 

    Holmes: there is a one-way mirror that runs the entire length of the tier. You can look
    through the mirror and catch the reflection of the guy next to you. The mirror is about ten
    feet away; so it’s always like you’re talking to somebody ten feet away. When I first got
    out of jail, it was difficult talking to somebody up close. 

    -What was your cell like? 

    Holmes: It was nine feet by 12 feet long. In that space there was a bunk, a small desk
    with a stool, and a toilet. All I could do was pace around four feet and then turn around
    and pace four feet back. There was no television, no newspapers, no magazines. I had
    paperbacks smuggled in. I wrote quite a bit – poetry and short stories. All during the
    day, the radio was broadcast over loudspeakers throughout the tier. There were three
    different shifts of deputies; if a black officer was on duty, you’d listen to black music on
    the radio. If it was a Mexican officer, you’d listen to Mexican music. During the sports
    season there was baseball, football, all the nauseating athletic bullshit. I usually stuck
    toilet papers in my ears, or tried to read or write. When I got real bored, I flushed the
    toilet. And I clean my cell once a day for exercise. 

    -Was that your only exercise? 

    Holmes: No, I also did yoga and calisthenics. And once a day, for 45 minutes, I did
    Transcendental Meditation. To make the point that my being in prison was punishment
    and not coercion, I complained to the grand jury that jail conditions were atrocious –
    really horrible. They said they would investigate. One Friday the grand jury came down
    by bus and toured the entire jail facility. The only thing that came out of was that the
    grand jurors, all being over 70, were shocked at the Penthouse and Playboy and
    Hustler pictures hanging all over the walls of other cells. So they had all of those
    magazines removed. 

    -What about the pictures on your wall? 

    Holmes: They weren’t interested. I had pictures of food. I hated prison meals so much
    that I would cut pictures of casseroles from the food sections of magazines. 

    -What was your routine in jail? 

    Holmes: Breakfast was at 5:30. It was either pancakes with no syrup, French toast
    with no syrup, five different kinds of eggs, or “shit on a shingle” – chipped beef and
    gravy on toast. We had lima beans three times a day. The prison honor ranch had
    planted a bumper crop of lima beans; so we were lima-beaned to death. There were
    lima beans in stew, in Jell-O, in corn, and creamed lima beans. Other prisoners had
    pet mice and rats. I had a pet cockroach that I used as a food taster. When he wouldn’t
    eat, I wouldn’t eat. He wouldn’t touch about half the food in there. The three things I
    missed most were food, freedom and sex. 

    -How did you deal with the lack of sex? 

    Holmes: Badly. I hadn’t had a wet dream since I was 16, but I returned to them in
    prison. You build up so much sexual pressure and tension that your subconscious
    releases it in your sleep – all over your jumpsuit. 

    -Were these erotic dreams? 

    Holmes: Sure. You don’t have wet dreams thinking about Chevrolets. 

    -Were the dreams about specific people in your past? 

    Holmes: Of course. It’s tough to come up with ones in your future. 

    -Did anyone make sexual advances towards you in jail? 

    Holmes: Well, the deputies would stand around and watch me shower. It wasn’t
    exactly a sexual advance; it was kind of like a curiosity. They’d walk into the shower,
    stand there, stare at me, drool and leave. When I was a kid, going out for football, track
    and the high jump, it was in the gymnasium shower that I started to get known for the
    size of my cock. The other kids called me “Horse Dick.” Many years before, the doctor
    who delivered me told my mother that I had three legs and only two feet. 

    -We hear a great deal about homosexuality in correctional institutions. Did you
    see any evidence of such behavior? 

    Holmes: In High Power there was no sex, since everybody had an individual cell and it
    was one man out a time. If you got close enough to many of these prisoners’ bars,
    they’d kill you – they wouldn’t try to kiss you. But on the Main Line, where they had six
    men in a cell, there was quite a bit of forced sexuality. People came past High Power
    on stretchers, lying on their stomachs with bloody sheets around their asses. They’d
    been raped in the Main Line. Sexual molestation’s and stabbings increased when the
    air conditioning went out for nine days while I was there. In jail they find that the higher
    the degree of temperature, the higher the degree of violence. So they keep you very
    cold in a constant, controlled environment. Male prostitutes were also available in the
    Main Line. Put somebody who is bisexual in prison, and if he wants a cigarette bad
    enough, he’ll become sexually involved with someone. 

    -When did you get items like cigarettes? 

    Holmes: There was a rolling cart that came by twice a week with cigarettes, cards,
    toothpaste, that sort of thing. Visitors are not allowed to bring anything into jail except
    money. Not even books. A page can be taken out of a paperback, soaked in LSD and
    cut into a hundred squares. A square of acid is worth ten bucks in jail. Actually, you can
    get just about anything you want; it’s just tough to do it. Many people hide hypodermic
    needle kits in their cells. There’s cocaine, heroin, acid, Quaaludes, speed. 

    -Where do these drugs come from? 

    Holmes: I don’t feel that I can tell that because prison officials could put a stop to it. I
    so resent the inactivity in jail that I wouldn’t do anything to harm the recreational drug
    trade that goes on there. 

    -You mentioned everything except grass. 

    Holmes: There’s plenty of grass. What you do is smoke it a night so the deputies
    won’t smell it. The lights go out at ten. They do a 10:30 bed check, and they don’t come
    back until 2 o’clock in the morning. When you smoke, it dispersed into the
    air-conditioning filter. People start to scream at night too. It turns into a small jungle, an
    after-hours zoo. The militant blacks do exercise in cadence, counting in booming,
    shattering voices. 

    -How did you get along with the deputies? 

    Holmes: I must have come in contact with 500 of them, but there were only two that I
    resented. They didn’t personally treat me badly, but I watched how they treated other
    people – body-slams, elbow-slams in the face, breaking people’s faces and noses,
    caving ribs, stomping people half to death. They would take PCTP drug victims who
    were totally on another planet and jump up and down on their rib cages. High Power
    was on the way to the hospital from Main Line. When we saw gurneys go by, it was
    bloody time. People were just pulp on their way to the hospital. 

    -Were you ever threatened or abused? 

    Holmes: Only by other prisoners. Newspapers and magazines rolled up tightly make
    weapons like a wooden club, and several times I was swung at. But I was lucky enough
    to stay out of range. Once, I had my arm wrapped around a cell bar, and somebody
    tried to take my eye out with a pencil. I came away unscathed. I had no trouble with the
    deputies because I can pretty much get along with anybody. I’m a totally nonviolent
    person. I never put a deputy into a position where he could get angry with me. I was
    always friendly, always had a kind word. In fact, most of the deputies brought in their
    porno video tapes or 8mm box collections or porno playing cards, and I signed
    thousands of autographs for them. During my trial I also had male and female judges
    ask for autographs, along with district attorneys and secretaries. In the past I’ve signed
    panties and bras, as well as the usual matchbook covers. A couple once came up to
    me on Hollywood Boulevard and the guy said, “We’re going to a swing party.

    To be continued…

    • TR 12:46 pm on August 5, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Omg, if there is such a thing as a level beyond pathological liar then Holmes was it. So devoid of morals and ethics he knew the Wonderland Gang was gonna beat his ass for money he owed them so he orchestrated the whole thing and the result was….well, you’ve seen the crime scene video.


    • John 7:49 pm on July 29, 2020 Permalink | Reply

    • WV171 3:50 pm on October 6, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Myself I been lucky my only weakness beside ending up with wrong women for myself has been Bud Beer, Not even Pot, That made me feel cop’s was after me all the time. But I never knocked what people did in there personal life’s.

      I watch a friend pop over 80 Valiums 10 mg at once. he drove off home into that night, I thought for sure that last time I see him but next day he out like nothing happened.. So I guess peoples system can get use to huge amounts of drugs, But it did catch up to him years later after started mixing Jim Bean with his drugs now he 6 foot under so be good warning for younger kids. Drugs can really ruined peoples life’s. Seen it happen way too many times..


    • Jill C. Nelson 7:26 am on June 5, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      I don’t know about 40 valiums per day during his Wonderland days but Holmes did have the capacity for a high tolerance of pretty much anything he became addicted to doing or using — and he was addicted to everything from sex to coffee to cigarettes to drugs. He also liked scotch. Laurie Holmes said at one point he would take small handfuls of oxycontin per day for pain — a very powerful drug — before he was hospitalized in the months leading to his death. During his Wonderland days, Julia St. Vincent affirmed he was ingesting large quantities of valium and qualudes in addition to crack cocaine. He was an insomniac (largely as a result of his drug addictions according to his wife Sharon) and also used the downers to help him to sleep after being “up” for days as most addicts probably would do.


      • scabiesoftherat 11:12 pm on June 5, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        I would pretty much think that was a must,…the downers to come down on, I mean. I know Sean Lavert (son of one of the O’jays) was on an astronomical amount of xanax when he went to jail. The jail took it from him and cut him off cold turkey and, predictably, he died. It always boggles my mind on how show-biz people have this free pass with prescription drugs. It’s always around, they always take way too much,…but it’s like a game of Russian roulette for the dr. who prescribes it. The only difference is that the dr. holds the gun. If Holmes was down and out in his Wonderland days, I would think it would be pretty tough to be drugged-up on crack and then walk into a dr’s office and very sagely say he needed three times the normal amount of valium…or maybe I’m just THAT naive.


        • John 7:59 am on June 6, 2013 Permalink

          I read about Levert too, and that was sad. I guess Rx drugs are easy to get from the streets and Holmes knew a lot of people under the radar.


    • Jill C. Nelson 3:33 pm on June 4, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      When he first got out of jail, John returned immediately to using coke in his private life but not on film sets. A few months later, excluding pot, John did get clean for about 18 months and even started going to the gym on a regular basis, according to his buddy, the late Buck Adams. His good health and weight gain are evident in his 1984/’85 films. When he was diagnosed with HIV in 1986, Holmes returned to using and eventually stopped again when his health became very poor. During the last year of his life, he used prescription meds for pain.


      • scabiesoftherat 11:00 pm on June 4, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks for the answers. If I could throw one more in,…is there any truth to Holmes’ claim that he was actually taking 40 valiums a day DURING his Wonderland days to bring him down? If he did, he makes John Belushi look like a lightweight. Any truth to that? (I know with valium, ativan and xanax, you really can build up quite a tolerance to it,…but, good heavens…40?)


    • Jill C. Nelson 8:06 am on June 4, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      “Just a question. What was Holmes’ drug intake at the point of this interview? Does anyone know? Was he clean?”

      The entirety of the Hustler interview with Barbara Wilkins was conducted while Holmes was in jail. According to the many people who visited him him while he was jail, including his two attorneys, he was clean.


      • John 8:25 am on June 4, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        I read that he “was clean for a while” after jail, mostly because he had no money. But, after getting a job with Amerson and making some money as porn exec and actor, he started doing coke again. It also seemed like he got back into it slowly, hesitantly because he knew what how addictive it was for him. However, all I have read points to him snorting and not smoking crack or base.


    • localarts 7:35 am on June 4, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      They were small time thieves and addicts, not killers. Remember, when the two cars meet on Dona Pegita Dr. Holmes rolled his window down, pumped his fist in the air and told the gang ” get em boys”.

      As Sharon Holmes said: “He left this world denying”


      • Bobby 12:52 pm on June 4, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        Yeah that’s right, at that point in time all Holmes cared about was the big mountain of coke that would soon be coming his way. Unfortunately for him that only turned out to be a paltry mound of coke. It’s kinda hard to pinpoint exactly what they were like as some articles paint them to be a pretty scary mob (re: that cop calling Ron Launius one of the coldest guys he’d ever met & also by how frightened Holmes was of him) yet on the other hand they just come across as useless two-bit junkies. Maybe ‘medium-time’ thieves is more appropriate considering they were pretty ballsy to be running around town holding up other drug dealers for their loot 😉 I guess all the tough-guy stories could just be put down to sensationalistic journalism. Billy didn’t strike me as much of a heavyweight but no doubt David Lind was the real bad apple (wasn’t he in the Aryan Brotherhood?) that probably held a lot of influence over the gang. Who knows, perhaps Ron was acting out more than usual to prove his worth in front of Lind. Man, now I really wanna see what Lind was like on the Morton Downey Jr. show!


        • localarts 6:02 pm on June 4, 2013 Permalink

          No doubt these guys were tough but a lot of what’s been said about Launius has been fabricated in order to create a more sensational story in my opinion. There is no evidence to suggest Ron Launius ever killed a single person! Just ask John.

          It’s kinda like Holmes talking about these college degree’s he had.


    • Bobby 1:05 am on June 4, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      It’s hard to tell if Holmes’ is lying (surprise!) but he makes the Wonderland crew out to be some real mean mofo’s saying that they lived in an “armed camp” and how they wanted to “kill everyone” at Nash’s house. It seems like he’s painting himself as the angel who diffused the situation and tried to prevent any bloodshed. Yeah, that worked out real well didn’t it?


    • scabiesoftherat 11:21 pm on June 3, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Just a question. What was Holmes’ drug intake at the point of this interview? Does anyone know? Was he clean?


    • localarts 8:51 pm on June 3, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      If your gonna beat the rap for murder, LA is the place to be. O.J, Robert Blake, etc.


      • dreamweaverjenn 9:37 pm on June 3, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        I know, right? It’s amazing. Well, FL is getting to be just as bad. Makes the rest of the people stuck here in FL look like fools.


    • Jill C. Nelson 1:20 pm on June 3, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      “There is also that elusive Playboy article from the same year. I was going to surprise everyone with a post but I have never found it. The April, 1983 Playboy article about Holmes and the murders seems like it would be similar to the 1989 Rolling Stone piece by Mike Sager. I am not sure if it’s an interview and I cannot find anything but the magazine cover.”

      The Playboy article was written by Al Goldstein and is titled ‘The Harder They Fall’. We excerpted portions of the article and the Barbara Wilkins interview for “Inches”. The Goldstein article is extensive and was compiled in part by interviews Goldstein conducted with Holmes while he was on trial for murder. Overall, it is more precise in detail and factual than the Sager piece. However, when we utilized select material from it, we had to take into account that Goldstein had an ax to grind when composing the the Playboy article because he’d found out that Holmes had lied about various elements of his personal life several years earlier (prior to the Playboy piece) when Goldstein had featured him in an article for Screw Magazine.

      When conducting research and interviews for our bio, we discovered by speaking with Holmes family members (who bowed out of going on record for our book) why Holmes had fabricated much of his personal life, specifically to reporters and journalists. As it turned out, he was very much concerned about protecting not only his wife Sharon, but also family members back in Ohio who did not approve of his lifestyle choice. Even though John was acquitted of four counts of first degree murder, his involvement with Ed Nash and his connection to the Wonderland murders seriously impacted some of his family members and loved ones.


      • The Odyssey 2:48 am on June 15, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        So Chris Cox was the leader of The Lavender Hill Mob?


    • localarts 12:38 pm on June 3, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Don’t know about the rest of you but I would love to pay 1,000 for a set of antique colt pistols worth 25 grand and hope the borrower defaults. Do you really think Eddie wanted his thousand dollars back?


      • John 12:54 pm on June 3, 2013 Permalink | Reply

        I know. And if John made a film loop with a man sucking him off, do you really think there were 3 million copies sold? (this is before the video cassette era). There weren’t enough porn theaters on earth to buy them all in the 70s.


    • dreamweaverjenn 12:06 pm on June 3, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Fascinating. Can’t wait to read the rest of it.


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