Actor Kevin Spacey is now seeking treatment in light of multiple allegations of sexual misconduct, Variety has learned.
“Kevin Spacey is taking the time necessary to seek evaluation and treatment,” said his representative in a statement to Variety. “No other information is available at this time.” – “Kevin Spacey To Seek ‘Evaluation And Treatment” Variety 11/1/17
“Thanks for coming in, Mr. Spacey. I’m Dr. Jenkins and I’ll be doing your evaluation.”
“Yes, doc. That’s what I need. Evaluation.”
“Great. So, first things first. Take your hand out of my pants.”
“Do you not want it in there?’
“No.”
“Would you mind if I left it in? I’m very nervous.”
“What does being nervous have to do with it.”
“Some people play with fidget spinners; I like strangers’ balls.”
“I really must insist.”
“Fine.”
“Let’s talk about boundaries, Mr. Spacey.”
“Oh, I love Boundaries. Me and Bryan Singer used to go there.
“No, Mr. Spacey. Boundaries as in limits to behavior. Not a nightclub with a teen night.”
“Sure, sure. I have boundaries. I respect people’s’ boundaries.”
“You say that, but your hand’s down my pants again.”
“Sorry. Sorry. Righty’s got a mind of his own.”
“Left one’s down there, too.”
“Jeez, I’m sorry.”
“Okay, let’s start from the beginning. When was the last time you molested someone?”
“Besides you?”
“Yes.”
“Two guys in the elevator on the way up.”
“Okay.”
“Stopped for coffee on the way over and stuck my finger in the barista.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Before that, I took Franklin in and saw the yummiest boy by 101 Cafe, so I hit him with my car and face-fucked him while he was semi-conscious.”
“Wow.”
“Stopped at Madame Tussaud’s and jerked off on the Justin Timberlake figure. Melted some of the wax.”
“Stop talking. Mr. Spacey, none of this behavior is okay.”
“It has been for the last 30 years.”
“It really wasn’t.”
“Then why did they keep giving me awards and money?”
“The fact that your bad behavior was enabled doesn’t negate the fact that you committed the behavior.”
“Right.”
“You are responsible for your own actions.”
“Right. Counter-point: everyone let me do it.”
“Mr. Spacey.”
“Call me daddy.”
“Not a chance. Mr. Spacey, your actions have led you to a dark place.”
“The Ramrod?”
“It was a metaphorical dark place.”
“Oh.”
“Emotional, career-wise. You’re in trouble, Mr. Spacey.”
“But I told everyone I was gay! How can people be mad at me now? That makes them homophobic!”
“It doesn’t.”
“I just resent all these reporters and accusers doing all this to me against my will.”
“Do you even hear yourself?”
“I’m the victim here.”
“I think we’re done, Mr. Spacey.”
“Okay, fine.”
…
“That means you should take your hand out of my pants.”
“I did it again. Bad habit.”
…was at the St Regis in NYC—-prob my fav hotel—many reasons and good Fenario….
Anyway–they have this little, very opulent–fufu—eating area right next to the very well-known and cool as shit bar….
Mid morning…. havinig a little bizzz/coffee mtg in fufu restaurant…..mr finger in the butthole of the barista–lmao!!!…. sitting next to us… w a guy—-uuuumm—?!?! Space–boy—I feel like I’m gossiping—hate that–but—
He was wearing makeup– I mean I dunno bout makeup too much??…. but I totally noticed it—and kinda –kept lookin?—he was so rude to this young man—the waitress—-ended up screaming at his young dining companion….it truly hurt my ears listen–and it burned my eyes to see ….
It sucked!!!
Anyway–haven’t yet had time to see the news cycle on this—but your prose made me laugh–and he was creepy….
….I got no dime– but I got some time to hear your story…..