*The handsome guy was John Robert Stillman, who'd eventually be known as Jack Wrangler. After he'd done some legitimate stage and radio work, Wrangler found his way into the burgeoning gay porn movement of the mid 70's. Due to the fact that Wrangler could actually act, he was a breath of fresh air in skin flicks. What made him an icon was the fact that he seemed to redefine the image of what a gay man was. Wrangler's persona was of a denim wearing, blue collar, all American guy, who just happened to enjoy having sex with other men (and considering when he hit it big, gay men had very little in the way of role models; Paul Lynde's bitchy queen persona or Rock Hudson's closet case image were pretty much the only choices). Keeping everyone on their toes, Wrangler eventually moved on to straight porn (he reportedly claimed that he lost his virginity to a woman on screen), and then he went and married singer, Margret Whiting (some twenty years his senior). Of course, Wrangler never claimed to go straight, nor did he disown his past which he spoke of freely. In his later years, he created a second career for himself producing and writing Broadway shows. Unlike Ms. Chambers, Wrangler seemed to have had a pretty good ride. He died this past spring at the age of 62.
I wanted to write about Marilyn and Jack as this is the time of the year when you'll see a lot of memorials to the celebrities we've lost, and I did not want these two to be forgotten, as they were just as important to popular culture as Michael Jackson or Farrah Fawcett. And for many, they were iconic figures who helped push, for better or worse, the envelope a little further .
Rest in peace, Marilyn and Jack.