When a dear friend Gary Dowd passed away and bequeathed me his porn collection, it included a dubbed VHS tape of Viva Macho, a Jim Moss and Bob Ackerly production filmed in Mexico. Shot 23 years ago, the film included six solo J.O. scenes, including one with Pablo (AKA Jose) shown above. Several years later I bought another Ackerly/Moss production with Pablo called The Boys of the Rio Grande, shot in 1990. The last film of Pablo/Jose I came across was Tom Cat Beach, released in 1991.
One of my infrequent FBs saw Boys of the Rio Grande on his visit and noticing that it was a "pre-condom classic" made the off hand remark that they (the actors) must all be dead now. It was a disconcerting remark and not part of my Pablo/Jose fantasies.
When I arrived in Madrid it was a tad too early for my hotel room to be ready, so I headed over to Chueca. I saw a face that seemed vaguely familiar, and followed him into a small cafe where I ordered breakfast. From my seat, I could see his reflection in the mirror behind the bar.
His eyes looked familiar, as did the way he held his mouth. It took a while for my synapses to connect this Madrid cafe and some dusty, seldom-viewed Mexican VHS tapes. I think in my fantasy I pictured him older, chubby, and more wrinkled, living on a farm outside of Puerto Vallarta, or subconsciously that AIDS had passed through Moss' entourage, and due to the scarcity of effective drug treatments, they all became part of the loam. Still, I hoped that my wacking off functioned like novenas, and had kept them all alive.
After he finished his coffee I saw him do his neck-cracking trick I'd seen him do in his movies when he was tired and wanted to be someplace else. It was then I was sure it was him. Still quite handsome, and a bit shorter than I'd imagined.
I wondered if he still worked in the sex industry, that saw-tooth roofed factory with a billowing smokestack that turns pornstars into prostitutes and addicts into hustlers. He slipped out the door with a brief glance in my direction. Did he recognize my recognition?
I returned to the hotel to check in, feeling regret for not approaching him.
One of my infrequent FBs saw Boys of the Rio Grande on his visit and noticing that it was a "pre-condom classic" made the off hand remark that they (the actors) must all be dead now. It was a disconcerting remark and not part of my Pablo/Jose fantasies.
When I arrived in Madrid it was a tad too early for my hotel room to be ready, so I headed over to Chueca. I saw a face that seemed vaguely familiar, and followed him into a small cafe where I ordered breakfast. From my seat, I could see his reflection in the mirror behind the bar.
His eyes looked familiar, as did the way he held his mouth. It took a while for my synapses to connect this Madrid cafe and some dusty, seldom-viewed Mexican VHS tapes. I think in my fantasy I pictured him older, chubby, and more wrinkled, living on a farm outside of Puerto Vallarta, or subconsciously that AIDS had passed through Moss' entourage, and due to the scarcity of effective drug treatments, they all became part of the loam. Still, I hoped that my wacking off functioned like novenas, and had kept them all alive.
After he finished his coffee I saw him do his neck-cracking trick I'd seen him do in his movies when he was tired and wanted to be someplace else. It was then I was sure it was him. Still quite handsome, and a bit shorter than I'd imagined.
I wondered if he still worked in the sex industry, that saw-tooth roofed factory with a billowing smokestack that turns pornstars into prostitutes and addicts into hustlers. He slipped out the door with a brief glance in my direction. Did he recognize my recognition?
I returned to the hotel to check in, feeling regret for not approaching him.
But why didn't you approach him?
ReplyDeleteHi, I'm Bob Ackerly. I was thrilled reading your blog. Poor Jim Moss died some 15 years ago. We had lots of fun making these videos and sold them (I think) to LeBaron.
ReplyDeleteI have made many others since then mostly for fun. But we never sold any others because it got too complicated. Mine are meaner than Jims. You might see a few excerps in xtube. I am "Chano". Also some still fotos taken from Videos are in www.gaymale.ws including "Pablo". Again I am Chano.
"Pablo" was never in Spain. He lives in Jalisco, is happily married, made a living loading trucks at a rock quarry, mutilated one hand and now works as a caretaker janitor. None of these guys were pornstars or prostitutes. Most were my gardeners, or houseboys and their cousins and amigos.
One is with me still and has kept his good looks and keeps asking to make more videos. He is the one who kicks Pablo in gaymale.
Chano
PS I am chanoramos@yahoo.com
ReplyDeleteI was thinking about Gary Dowd, so I did a search to see if there was anything about him on the web, and your blog came up. Have we met? A lot of his friends didn't know each other.
ReplyDeleteJoseph
Hi Joseph~
ReplyDeleteIf you went to Gary's memorial at Plummer Park, we probably crossed paths, though that was a long long time ago. Did you know Konrad Kemper? I put together a memorial service for him in the same room. I met Gary in the mid-80's through Konrad, Michael Logan, and Dave Kinnick then moved to Seattle before returning to Los Angeles in the early 90's. Towards the end I would ferry some of his high school students over to his apartment--those who weren't afraid of seeing their teacher die of AIDS.
I checked out your blog, at it seems we share some interests besides Mr. Dowd.
Michael
Chano, where are your web stories and videos. Been looking for them for a while!
ReplyDeleteThanks