He Wanted It

An explosive new interview with one of Kevin Spacey’s fourteen-year-old victims reveals that, while pedophilia is black and white where the law is concerned (as this author feels it should be, duh,) there’s a deeper, multifaceted understanding of the perversion, and no one can tell it in more salacious detail that a former member of the Kevin Spacey Teen Sex Club. The conversation between the anonymous victim and Vulture reads like the beginning of a true crime series, which, I guess it is, and is so detailed and sexually explicit that a certain percentage of the population is probably construing it as Kevin Spacey fan fiction. Spacey already had the interview printed and laminated for easy cleanup.

The source, who chose to protect his identity so as to not always be that one guy who fucked Kevin Spacey for the rest of his life, first met the then-unknown actor during acting lessons in 1984 when he was just twelve. Spacey was twenty-three. Nothing happened, but when they met two years later, Spacey pounced on the opportunity to indulge in the twinkish delight, and a sexual relationship soon followed:

He was kind of in high seduction mode and gave me his phone number and asked me to call him. He said, “I want to see you, and I want you to come to my apartment.” He said he’d always been really drawn to me at the acting classes, but had stayed away because I was 12. So I’m like [laughs] … now that I was 14.

I felt like I’d won the lottery. A little drunk with it and very delighted with the attention. I was like a cute, plump little kid who went through puberty really fast and came out the other side as somebody that grown-ups were looking at and saying was beautiful.

This wasn’t his first relationship with an older man. The openly gay teen was actually porking his much older cousin, who had previously molested his brother. This fucking interview. Jerry, Jerry, Jerry. The source describes his first meeting with Spacey:

I called him on the phone the next day, and he told me how he was in love with me and wanted to see me. I went and saw him at an apartment he was renting on the Upper West Side. He had a black Labrador named Snake. He might’ve been walking that dog in Central Park when we bumped into him that night. We started a sexual relationship that first visit, which mostly involved me fucking him.

Spacey’s a power bottom. Shocker. The source began to realize that his relationship with his cousin was wrong for about forty-five reasons. But the fourteen-year-old sexual being was still getting his needs and kinks met by dating an older man, Spacey, and didn’t see the imbalance of power or fucked upery of the situation. That is, until eventually Spacey forced himself on him:

I guess he must have come up behind me and yanked down my baggy jeans, and he goes to fuck me and I’m like, “No, I don’t want to.” And he pushes hard, and grabs me, and starts shoving up against my asshole, and it hurts like a motherfucker. I again tell him no, and he tries again. I am strong enough, thank God, both somewhere in my brain and in my body, to get him off of me. I’m sturdy, thankfully. I throw him off of me and I run crying down the stairs and out into the street and then suck it all up and go have dinner.

Naturally, the encounter sent him reeling, and he states that he still sees a therapist to deal with the trauma. This is where things get Making a Murderer-worthy, because the source provides psychological insight into the mind of a criminal, which is exactly what he identifies Spacey as:

He is a pedophile. When you look at his statement, you realize also he’s profoundly narcissistic. He thinks this is about being caught that he’s gay. And then he is spinning it, right? “Oh, people like gays now. So I’ll throw them that. I’ll say I’m gay and I will betray my whole community and do something else that conflates pedophilia with male homosexuality.” That’s great. Thank you for that. And that was probably the thing that made me want to talk more than anything else. How repulsive that was.

The source then goes on to explain that even though pituitary case fourteen-year-olds are going to be attracted to the hot MILF Spanish teacher or doting acting coach, it is always the adult’s responsibility to set boundaries and provide a safe space for children and teens:

Teenagers have to be protected from themselves. Children have to be protected from themselves. That’s what adults do. They protect them and they create spaces for them like training wheels where they can begin to get ready. In an ideal world. This is not an ideal world.

But fourteen-year-olds, and sometimes even society and the law, aren’t always in on this secret. Presenting the problem. Spacey was fulfilling another person’s fantasy in what was socially acceptable even a few decades ago. Never forget. Woody Allen dated a seventeen-year-old girl in Manhattan. The hit CW series Riverdale sexualized the statutory shenanigans between Archie and his teacher last season. This is different than, not to take it there, but the blunt, easily-identifiable criminality of someone like Jeffrey Dahmer, who plain and simple wanted to turn his victims into his brain-dead sex dolls. No soundproof basements or chains were utilized by Spacey. Or Archie’s gross teacher. But probably by Woody Allen.

At what point do things go from a fourteen-year-old’s right of passage and lifelong bragging rights to a criminal case? I mean, the attempted rape, but you get it. The source states that he still exclusively dates older men. Two years later and he would have been sixteen and legal in many states in the US. Spacey, no doubt, abused his power to get his illicit sexual kinks met, but where does one draw the line between coercion and consent? Is there such thing as consent with a fourteen-year-old? Not really. A sixteen-year-old? Uncle Sam says yes but I’m not sure. Whatever the case, I think we can all agree. Spacey’s fucked.

^{Photo Credit: Williamstown Theater/Bob Marshak}