A Whitney Houston sex tape is the last thing the public needs. Frankly, this smacks of peddling necrophilia. After all, Houston was little more than a walking corpse when her cad of a lover recorded the tapes in question. Now she’s dead, and unable to defend her honor.
Whitney Houston sex tapes
Ray J was Houston’s boy toy. Reports are that he’s attempting to peddle a whole catalog of porn featuring her and him. He denies these reports.
Except that his denial seems more like a tease. Because he’s not even bothering to issue the perfunctory threat to sue.
Ray J would have us believe these reports are defamatory. But celebrity practice informs us that he must not only threaten to sue but do so. Otherwise, his denial is just a PR distraction.
For example, former Senator John Edwards denied reports he claimed were defamatory. They alleged that, by day, he was pretending to be a devoted husband by caring for his cancer-stricken wife. But that, by night, he was making sex tapes with his mistress.
Like Ray J, he denied those reports. He even declared the very idea he would ever make a sex tape with her preposterous. Yet he turned out to be a bold-faced liar.
Whitney Houston was a Ray J project
The timing of her death compelled producers to turn last month’s Grammys into a wake for Houston. And two things stood out:
The first was the dignified prayer host LL Cool J delivered to open the show. The second was the crocodile tears Ray J shed to evoke more sympathy for him than her family.
Notwithstanding his crocodile tears aside, you can take him at his word. He, after all, is the celebrity playa who leaked that now infamous sex tape of Kim Kardashian and him. That’s his only claim to fame. And here he is boasting about commercializing it:
I create stars. So you know Kim was created. … Now I’m off to a new project.
(Examiner, February 23, 2011)
Whether she knew it or not, Houston was his new project. Granted, by the time he met her, drugs had destroyed her voice. So perhaps it occurred to him that there was only one way she could make money by opening her mouth. And that was by blowing a venal exhibitionist like him.
She reportedly ‘loved doting on him and would have done anything he asked – including making a sex tape.’
(Daily Mail, March 21, 2012)
Surely the only question is when, not if, he’ll drop his latest hit(s). Houston’s memory, and her family’s sensibilities, be damned.
My mummy told me never to speak ill of the dead. But who can blame Ray J. After all, even in her drug-addled state, Houston knew what she was getting into with him. And his exhibitionism is such that she knew he could only get it up if they were videotaping their sex acts.
Kim Kardashian and the sex tape craze
At least Kim was alive to profit from the proceeds of this sexploitation. And even if her heir Bobbi Kristina were entitled to her share, I fear she’d only end up blowing it … on blow.
Meanwhile, Ray J has only ever expressed one regret about his tape with Kim going viral. It’s that all the focus on Kim’s big ass made his wiener look like a peanut.
I am all too mindful that the worldwide appetite for celebrity sex tapes is insatiable. Pam Anderson and Tommy Lee created a whole cottage industry in this respect.
But this is where Clive Davis comes in. He, of course, is the über music producer Whitney called Daddy. More to the point, he made more money off Whitney’s music than she did.
So, if Davis has any regard for her memory, he would negotiate a deal to purchase any sex tape Ray J has. And he would pay a premium to ensure no other tapes or photos exist.
You know, any that someone could steal from Ray J’s home or iPhone and “leak” for sale. This deal should also preclude Ray J from peddling a kiss-and-tell book. Because I have no doubt he’s planning to do so.
Davis should then burn them. He should consider it burning away the last of the many demons that haunted Whitney during the last years of her life.
Here’s to Davis doing as I’m sure Houston would have wished.