Remember that 52-second “sex tape” allegedly of noted non-Nazi Cheyenne Jackson? Well, like the glorious stunt queens before him — namely Paris Hilton and more successfully, Kim Kardashian-West (the queen of all stunt queens) — Cheyenne is relishing in the amateurishly-lit spotlight.
Or is that Ms. Jackson, if you’re nasty?
According to the New York Daily News, “one of Jackson’s pals confirmed” that the nude, tattooed dude in the short clip is “definitely” Jackson. That supposed pal went on to say that the actor loves the press because Ms. Thing has bills to pay.
With a new CD, I’m Blue, Skies, out and a recently finished run at New York’s famed Birdland Jazz Club, that fairweather friend said the non-scandal “can only help.”
“Let’s just say he’s not doing anything to stop the presses over the tape,” Jackson’s pal claimed.
Meanwhile, NYDN ran into Cheyenne at a Q&A and CD signing on Monday at the Drama Book Shop, where they asked him about the tape. They got what passes for proof-positive in the land of the Daily News: “he shook his head as if to say no comment and smiled at us.”
Well, shady sources or not, a sex tape certainly never hurt anyone. Hell, a sex tape is ultimately responsible for this magic: