Manson names Hollywood Gay celebrities

Before I get into the story I wrote about Charles Manson I have to clarify a few things. I first started writing to Charles because another author, John Gilmore, had written a book on Manson titled, "The Garbage People." Although Charles had been interviewed by Gilmore, for the book, he never received a copy. So, I wanted to send him a copy. (If you had been interviewed and was the subject of a book, wouldn't you want a copy?) I wrote to the Vacaville Medical Facility in Vacaville, California, where he was incarcerated at that time. (He is now at Corcoran State Prison.) I requested permission to send him a copy of the book. I received that permission, mailed him a copy and we became correspondents.

Having been a gossip columnist, as well as an investigative reporter, I had often asked Charles to name some of his Hollywood friends. He promised to if he were denied parole. (He didn't want any publicity that may have interferred with his possibilty of getting a parole.) Well, he was denied a parole within a few weeks and I received a ten page letter from him. It contained names, places, and alleged sexual activity among his friends and acquaintances in the film industry. The letter hadn't been mailed from Vacaville, but was post marked from Sacramento. The return address was Vacaville, but it wasn't Charles's name on the return address. It had another inmate's name. So, the letter was either mailed by prison personnel, perhaps a guard who sometimes do favors such as this for an inmate, or any other prison personnel. Whatever the method of mailing, that was used, legal or illegal, I did receive the letter and a few more afterward.

Charles was later permitted to make his first phone call from prison, and it was to me. I taped the call. And Charles, with a guard by his side, listening to every word, didn't want to be known as a "snitch", naming people in his letter. And he tried to disclaim the letter and said it had been intended for someone else. In my last letter to him, I had sent him an article written by Roderick Mann, a Los Angeles columnist, who had written about Roman Polanski, (Sharon Tate's husband), and that he was going to write a tell all about the Manson family in his upcoming autobiography. I had also mentioned I was getting fat. Charles responded to this letter and refers to me as BD. So, even if he had second thoughts about mailing me this letter and denied he had, the facts of the letter speak for itself.

There were follow-ups to the letter, from Tina Sinatra, as well as a threat from Ole Blue Eyes himself.

CHARLES MANSON WRITES FROM PRISON

I need to explain a few things about Charles' letter. First of all, as will be shown by his words, he has only a third grade education. His spelling is very bad and it is hard for him to express himself on paper. He is in prison in solitary confinement. It's a prison rule that inmates cannot have a ball point pen in their possession. They are considered as potential weapons. Charles has to write his letters using a pencil, or several pencils. There are no pencil sharpeners in their cell. When a pencil wears down they have to be sharpeneed by scratching it on the cement floor of their cell. That's why some of his writing is thin line, and other times the letters are thicker. He is writing under these handicaps. And another fact is that he is on tranquilizers. Inmates with any type of nervous condition, especially at Vacaville Medical Facility where he was, inmates are given Nembutal, Valium, and other sedatives and medications. His letters are written under these circumstances, things we cannot comprehend, living in a free society. I've corrected some of his spelling, while still using many of his mis-spelled words that are easily decipherable. I sent him a copy of the story on him and he replied as follows:

"B. columnist,

Yes, I like your letters when I have time & I've time. I don't write like you write and you don't need to run none of that bullshit on me. Don't talk (write) around the corner on me. Straight-away, just the truth, no more..less-I don't understand you trying to run fear or B.S. at me. Yes, I know what you mean-my words were when I was out-my souls still in prison. Peace of mind (he has three drawings here). All Polanski can say, is what the D.A. said or what he read somewhere. It would take 44 years for me to explain my 31 years in hallways-cages-it's home. No one can know what I mean. They would need for them to be me. All he will do is judge himself in me & see reflections of his own fears. I seen Sharon (Sharon Tate) and she never impresed me as being anything but $. He bought her mind to get her body.

Man don't get fat on me. NO B.S. don't get fat. Lookit, I can't put myself out front. You can get your paper back & don't need to say I said nothing. (I told him I needed a story to get the paper back in print after it had been closed down for a few months). I never sued no one else. The D.A. & all got away with saying anything. Marcus, (another inmate who knew Charles had written to me), can tell you things he may have thought he heard, I didn't say Elvis was Bi or not.

Loook it. If I sleep with all the girls you sleep with & we go to bed with 3 or 4 girls at a time & I check you out & the way and things you do & you check out my strokes & pick up on some of the motions don't mean I'm BI or your Bi. If I'm in the same dream but I got a good heart, I can hold that heart in bed. Elvis couldn't fuck over me but I could-over any little fat girl in his dream bed because I earned them when I lived at Tom Mix's old beach house on Sunset out by the beach. We had a pool of naked beauties and strobe lights in the living room & sex in 5 bedrooms & all closets had secret doors that go from bedroom to bedroom plus the guest house, big beds & pool shacks-bedrooms, little ones and mattresses in the living room, a tree house, sex all over the grounds, in the rose garden, under the trees everywhere.

B.D, I'm, forgeful, who's Mark? (As I mentioned he is an inmate who wrote me stating he had wanted to write a book on Manson and wanted me to help him. He claims he had made notes talking to Charles when they were together in Vacaville). I'm one of the dumb people-aware but not smart in human ways. I think more like an animal. Yes, I read the story B.D. Im not easily impressed one way or the other. I don't like people enough to care what they think. Not you because you suffered my suffering & been through a lot to see and understand me. I know what you do is & will be good because I know when you are alone & in a cell and see the good of you when no one else is looking.

Neil Diamond used to come over, Mike Love of the Beachboys, Doris Day's son, Angela Lansbury's daughter, DeeDee, Nancy Sinatra's daughter used to be at the beach pad. Dennis Wilson of (the Beach Boys) & I lived with 15 or 20 of the best. We kicked Jane Fonda out of that dream because her jewish boyfriend wanted to bring a black guy to play ping-pong with her & I said I don't play mixing blood for phony christians that work for their money selling children. She had a big dog and a crummy camera & I said no no, I do what I do for love, not money.

They had a key to Red Skelton's beach pad. I had been there before, so I went and fixed the window so I could look in and they found my peek place. I just wanted to see what they did with the dog & guy they picked up over at UCLA, I don't think she was playing stop the war. She was (I think) making some kind of video tapes like Peter Sellers & Yul Brynner (bald headed guy) were making. Dennis gave me a $5,000 video tape, TV thing for tapes that fit only an elite bunch (porno ring) that was world wide. (Dakota: This was way before VCRs, so it was a special tape machine).

I heard Polanski got money from dog and children movies to make movies with. I was offered record contracts, movie parts, etc, when I got out (prison.) I went to Universal Studios-saw a producer named Stromberg, a phony guy. He wanted me to cut a record with a South African black, Hugh Maskella & big black trumpet & drummer for a movie. He told me Jews control & I'd never get any music over, unless I did it his way. He was making a movie, he said, about the second coming of J.C. & he was to be a black & police were to off him and the system would get the blame & they would control the movie minds and take power. I said no. They did it anyway. Jackson was killed in San Quentin & Abby Hoffman and Jerry Rubin got big power controls. I was a dumb ass.

I went to Cary Grant's parking lot & this homosexual came and told me to move my car. I knew Grant was in England so I told him & I've had a little experience with homosexuals. So I took him back to Cary Grant's office, that had an apartment (bar) & such. I don't want to say all of the things that happened at Universal Lot because I liked that gay guy & don't want him to lose his job.

That ass Peter Falk & guy that played James West, in WILD WILD WEST, propositioned me. James West also came to the car. I don't fuck with closet queens. There is more but I can't spell. Like one night a girl took me to Elvis' pad...with big iron gates & she was begging to suck on my ice cream. Elvis's wife came home that night and when Dennis Wilson came around he had so many broads. Elvis got afraid, cause that little girl had his heart. I could have eaten it there in front of them but was playing a front & I was having sex in the back. I could have fucked him. He had a car I wanted but Terry Melcher gave one of my buddies a new XKZ Jaguar, for me because he didn't want anyone to know about me & his mom, (note: Doris Day was Melcher's mom) & when D Wilson gave me the Ferrari my other buddy wrecked it & we went off to shoot a game of pool & someone ripped it off.

And Dennis is (a wonderful person no bullshit) he got mad at me. He had a phony French bitch running after him only because she was a star fucker & was fucking Jimi Hendrix. When she asked me to fuck her I rammed it up her ass & wiped it in her face & throwed her out of the pad because all she wanted was money money money and producer Stromberg destroyed my music. When I seen the conspiracy to do in Jackson, I ran and put a "1" up over that bed of fools and clowns.

B.D. I do more on a weekend than most do all of their lives. I'm not into sex porno or selling distorted sex. All sex I do is human, clean and natural. No make-up. No ego fuck but the God fuck. Everyone I fucked wanted to pray to God. I can't say that to toot a horn that everyone will hate me for. Sex paranoia is a heavy trip but what I do is open without guilt or hang-ups. It's not human. I can put a woman on like a robe. That's the only stick I had with people I was with. If the women did right I would favor them with attention. Most men get mad at me because even if theirs is bigger and stronger, my stiff stays up until I tell it to go down & the motions I reflect is from movies as a kid-YMCAs, Hollywood Boulevard, Wilshire, Beverly Hills, Malibu, off the top of that...to reach 200 or more people in the bed that went through all the stars, Elvis and a bit more.

Elvis had a reputation like Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin had in the 50's, when I had sex on Orchid Avenue, Orange street, and the Hollywood Roosevelt hotel across from the Chinese Theatre.

B.D.-other don't have the mind to do what I can. All the hang ups related to sex--I don't have & few are free to be in a bed like mine. I can build the passions in 30 people & fuck it all to death & past that. I can put my motion in them and watch them dance, put my song into them & listen to them sing, put myself into them, like looking through their sexual passions like holes in blankets.

Anyway the guy I shot in Hollywood with a 33 that Tex used later..there was white girl in bed begging me not to let him kill her over money. I told him I don't give a fuck for money & he yelled & I shot him and his Mexican dope dealers froze in fear & I took the shirt from the guy, so I was on top of the money bed & sex bed. Luckily, I didn't kill him. I missed his heart because I use dick and don't know much about guns.

Oh yeh, I feel the women with me has witnessed and been with me all the way. They, as a whole, have not let me down & did what a woman can. They've been under it also. Red and Blue have stood against a lot of women-for what they can see Green and Red have been right. When someone is right with me, I must be right right back. Red put her life up trying to get me out & a trip. Most people in the know, use fear over women. I didn't do that. I tried to show them their fears & how to keep love over fear. Gotta end this I'll call if and when I can.

Send some pictures (Unsigned).

He mentions Jane Fonda and her boyfriend picking up a UCLA person for sex. In her book she tells about having gotten into three ways. So, perhaps Charlie is telling the truth and nothing but...?

(Next blog:the-gossip-columnist-33.blogspot.com) Charles Manson's phone call.

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