John Travolta has been sued by a masseur, who claims the actor tried to have sex with him during a session.
According to the lawsuit, Travolta saw the masseur’s ad online, and scheduled an appointment for $200 an hour. The masseur did not know it was Travolta when the appointment was booked, but followed instructions and met up with a black Lexus SUV, which Travolta was driving.
According to the suit, Travolta and the masseur, who says he saw Trojan condoms in the center console, drove to the Beverly Hills Hotel and went to Travolta’s bungalow.
The suit claims Travolta stripped naked, appearing semi-erect. The masseur says he told Travolta to lay down on the table and the first hour went without incident. Then, according to legal docs, Travolta began rubbing the masseur’s leg, touched his scrotum and the shaft of his penis.
The masseur claims he told Travolta he did not have sex with his clients, but Travolta was undeterred, offering to do a “reverse massage,” adding, “Come on dude, I’ll jerk you off!!!”
The suit goes on to allege Travolta then masturbated and told the masseur he got to where he was “due to sexual favors he had performed when he was in his ‘Welcome Back Kotter’ days,” adding “Hollywood is controlled by homosexual Jewish men who expect favors in return for sexual activity.”
My grandmother used to craftily call him “John Revolta,” and I used to giggle uncomfortably, because I wanted her to think that I agreed with her (I loved that lady so hard and wanted to please her infinitely), but I also had a crush on him before he got all bloated and weird, and CREEPY. And now this? Yikes. It’s totally fine that he wants the physical company of males, I’ve got no problem with that, and if it weren’t for the fact that he’s allegedly such a letch about it, I’d probably still find him kind of cute in his old bloat age, but guys. This is some heavy stuff right here, and apparently, he’s nothing more than a scary weirdo who rubs one out in front of other people when they really, really want nothing to do with it. And that’s just not OK in my book.