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hollywood-cooper-taylor-zito-0“People didn’t know that she was so talented cutting hair. The one thing she would have liked to become is a hair stylist.” – Jose Eber talks about Elizabeth Taylor’s secret passion. I’m not so sure it would have been a good idea. How much do you tip the stylist with two Oscars and a tracheotomy scar, wearing the Cleopatra headdress?

hollywood-cooper-taylor-zito-1“People didn’t know that she was so talented cutting hair. The one thing she would have liked to become is a hair stylist.” – Jose Eber talks about Elizabeth Taylor’s secret passion. I’m not so sure it would have been a good idea. How much do you tip the stylist with two Oscars and a tracheotomy scar, wearing the Cleopatra headdress?

I only met Elizabeth Taylor once. April 29, 1986. An AIDS benefit in NYC. “To Care is to Cure” was billed as “The World’s Largest Photo Session”. Her “date” for the evening was a very dashing Calvin Klein – and having him show up at an AIDS event back then was BIG news. As the presentation was about to start, people pushed closer to the stage. I seized that opportunity to slip over to the now-abandoned (and fully-laden) buffet. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied a tiny figure in front of the guy slicing roast beef. Before the slab hit the plate, someone whispered in her ear. I heard a familiar voice screech, “Can’t I at least put a goddamn piece of meat in my mouth, for Christ’s sake?” Realizing someone overheard her, she smiled at me and winked. That was Elizabeth Taylor.

This was Taylor at her most beautiful. She’d gotten sober, lost all the weight, was tanned, and her dark hair had little grey tips – she was breathtaking. I wormed my way into her enormous entourage and followed her into the wings. I took a series of photos of her onstage, hoping against hope to snag the big prize…a photo with the legendary lady herself. The moment she came off stage, about 20 security guards appeared and created a human chain around her and everyone in her immediate vicinity – including moi. We were all hustled towards a waiting car, knocking over poor little Dr. Ruth (who I did get a photo with). Everyone was frazzled, except Elizabeth. This was her life. She was used to it. Come to think of it, she never did get a piece of meat that night…but I did!

Not that this really matters, but there’s been a lot of discussion this week about who was the first celebrity to join the fight against AIDS. Both Elizabeth Taylor and Joan Rivers have been credited with this, and in a way, both are correct answers. Auntie Joan is the first celebrity of record to raise money to fight AIDS. She produced and headlined two benefit concerts on March 11, 1984 at the legendary West Hollywood hotspot, Studio One (now known as The Factory). That evening, Joan and pals Charles Nelson Reilly and Julie Budd raised over $45K. Almost a year later, Elizabeth was asked to help organize an event for AIDS Project LA. This led to the first annual Commitment to Life gala, which took place on September 19, 1985. Elizabeth accomplished the seemingly impossible – because of her support and personal phone calls celebs like Shirley Maclaine, Burt Lancaster, Diahann Carroll, Rod Stewart, Stevie Wonder, Cher, George Hamilton, Angie Dickinson, Heather Locklear, Tommy Lee, Morgan Fairchild, and Dak Rambo showed up and helped raise over $1 million that night. Without a doubt, Joan Rivers was the first star to raise her voice. But Elizabeth made other celebs feel it was the right thing to do.

While I was attending Winter Party last month, Calvin Klein and his boy toy Nick Gruber were frolicking on the beach. That’s not particularly interesting, but some new details about Nick’s backstory sure are. In January of 2010, Gruber rented a house in Russian River for the weekend at a rate of $295 a night – or roughly what he charges for an hour. Although the owner didn’t want to rent to a 20-year-old, Nick said that he wanted to propose to his fiancée (presumably a female) before going off to fight in Afghanistan. Bottoming for Calvin Klein, fighting al-Qaida – kinda the same thing. He signed a lease, which allegedly stated the house would only be used by the young couple. And yet somehow what transpired was an out-of-control rave that was attended by 300-400 kids (many of whom claimed they paid $5 to attend – that Nicki’s always thinking). The climax, as it were, was when the deck collapsed and dozens of attendees ended up in the hospital with broken bones. The county sheriff said, “At one point we had a house where they were shooting X-rated movies in a residential area”. Now it’s all coming together.

Would ya believe that Bradley Cooper missed his graduation ceremony from Pace University because he was having gay sex? Anyone surprised? Hands? No one – just as I suspected. This was back in 2001, when the venerable James Lipton was dean of the school. Brad’s past came back to haunt him when Lippy interviewed him for “Inside the Actor’s Studio”: “Ten years ago as dean, I was handing out diplomas and I noticed you were missing from your graduation ceremony. Where were you?” Brad responded, “I was having sex with Michael Ian Black in a sports shed in ‘Wet Hot American Summer’.” The video I’ll run on BillyMasters.com should answer all of your questions, except for one – what was Bradley Cooper doing on “Inside the Actor’s Studio”?

As we previously reported, “The Real World: Las Vegas” cast member Dustin Zito has a past as gay pornstar Spencer on Fratmen and Fratpad. He even mentions it fleetingly on the first episode of “RW”. It’s one thing to refer to it – it’s another thing for people to be able to see it. That may be why most nude photos and footage (specifically, a scene where he orally services fellow Fratman Travis) have mysteriously vanished from the web. We’re told MTV ain’t so happy about people like me who are in possession of this very explicit material. So I suggest you check out BillyMasters.com as soon as possible – Lord knows how long they’ll last!

When James Lipton is lowering his standards, it’s definitely time to end yet another column. Since we ran long, I barely have enough time to remind you to check out www.BillyMasters.com. And if you’ve got a question, send them along to Billy@BillyMasters.com and I promise to get back to you before Gruber ends up on Fratmen! So, until next time, remember, one man’s filth is another man’s bible.

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