I’m sorry I haven’t responded sooner, but I’ve been busy with the holiday and the post-holiday illnesses I always seem to get since moving to New England. I was really surprised to learn that you are in Berkeley, CA, and I haven’t met you at one time or another. I lived in San Francisco most of my life.
I’ll mention Deak Rivers right off. No, he’s not related, but the gentleman who used that name, and I were in Navy boot camp together in 1962. He looked a bit like me if I had a body 🙂 but no relation.
I met him when he and I were at a bus stop one Saturday night, on the way to another broke liberty. Another guy was there, as well, and Deak suggested we go to town and “roll some queers”. Now I didn’t intend going along with any of that, but I realized he was talking shit basically, so I went along with it.
We met a couple of young gay fellows, and agreed to go home with them for a couple of drinks. That was all it took. . . we had a drink, and then “Deak” almost stripped one of the guys to get at his body. The next thing I knew, there were arms, legs, asses and cocks flying everywhere; five guys having wild sex, and me for the very first time. No violence, nor talk of “rolling a couple of queers”, just sex.
When we left, Deak said he’d kick my ass if I ever told anyone, and I just smiled and told him I wouldn’t. I don’t recall ever seeing him again, but I did notice his photos under the Deak name, and also a couple wherein he’d used, or been assigned my name.
My real name is Tony Rivers, Anthony Rivers, actually, but publishers have often given me another. For example, in a Zine called “Big Man on Campus”, I was billed as “Big Dick Smith”.
I very seldom would sign a release, and I suspect some simply used another name to get around that, or had pirated the graphics and simply didn’t know my name. Somewhere, in nude modelling Limbo, there are literally thousands of photographs of me, but I can’t seem to locate them. I found more at your BruceofLA site than I’ve seen in a long time.