Carol Connors, Deep Throat, and a manager named Jack

 
Back around 1978 when I was a wee lad of 21 — still a boy really — I was giving some thought to my options for my future. Which weren’t good. And I concluded that just about the only field of endeavor that I might be qualified to carve out some kind of career in was the field of journalism. I had burned out on college after one year, so I decided to see if I could learn the tricks of the trade by the seat of my pants. So I started writing a monthly column for a San Francisco porn tabloid. And this gave me access to get into all the strip clubs and get backstage and interview the strippers and the latest porn stars who were in town. And then I’d write it up in my award-winning porn column. So I was playing the same basic game as the big boys — the real journalists — albeit on a smaller and slightly weirder scale.

One of the porn stars I interviewed was Carol Connors. She had played the nurse in the porn movie DEEP THROAT. So she had a good hook to ride on, and was billing herself as “The Blonde Bombshell Co-star of DEEP THROAT The Greatest-Selling Porn Movie of All-time!!” DEEP THROAT had been filmed in 6 days at a cost of about $25,000 and went on to make $50 million (the producers would forever claim it made $600 million). Carol Connors probably got paid an hourly wage for a day’s work (and probably paid in cash), and that was her cut of the $50 mil. But now she was working the back end, milking her notoriety for considerable bucks.

DEEP THROAT had come out of nowhere to become a cultural phenomenon in the early 1970s. It captured the zeitgeist of mainstream America’s sudden discovery of, and fascination with, “oral sex.” Blow jobs, OK? Before DEEP THROAT it was apparently a taboo subject in America, back in the pre-Sexual Revolution days when sex was mostly considered “the missionary position with the lights out for procreation purposes only.” And even the married couples on the TV sit-coms had to sleep in separate beds. But now, a wide swath of Americans had decided that sex should primarily be considered as fun and games. And DEEP THROAT just happened to catch that wave. So everyone — even normal people who had never thought in a million years that they’d go into one of those seedy porno theaters —  were excited and titillated by the movie DEEP THROAT. And everybody had to see what the big fuss was all about.

50 million dollars later, Carol Connors was appearing at the O’Farrell Theater in San Francisco and performing at one of the attractions therein — the Kopenhagen Lounge — an intimate little room seating about 50 men armed with long plastic flashlights (long story).

Carol Connors’ manager, a guy named Jack, was standing guard in the hallway by the front door to the lounge while Carol performed her act. So I decided to interview him while I was waiting for Carol Connors to come out.

Jack was virtually a caricature of the oily, slick-talking, low-level Hollywood hustler. His shirt was unbuttoned practically to his navel, and he was wearing a medallion right out of a ’70s disco. Jack knew he had stumbled onto a cash cow thanks to DEEP THROAT, and now he was trying to wringe out every last buck before their 15 minutes of fame wore out. And he told me all about how they had met “Hef” and stayed at the Playboy mansion in Chicago for awhile. And he had a series of big, big porno movies lined up starring Carol reprising her role as “Candy” and many other fabulous projects in the works.

It turned out Jack wasn’t only just Carol’s manager, he was also married to her. And I couldn’t help wondering about what kind of relationship they had together — him standing right there, while on the other side of the door his wife was being passed around to 50 men with flashlights. And I wondered what they’d be talking about later in the evening when they were alone in their motel room (box office grosses??).

After awhile Carol Connors came out and joined us wearing a short, pink satin bathrobe that barely covered her butt. And I did an exclusive interview with her right there in the hallway, scribbling her answers down on my little reporter’s notepad (I was a professional). None of which I remember. But she was very nice and very beautiful, one of the most beautiful women I had met to date. And I wrote it all up in my award-winning porn column.

Over the years I would sometimes wonder whatever happened to Jack and Carol. I figured, like most people in the business, they had faded into obscurity after their 15 minutes had ended. Many of the people like them eventually came to a bad end — ended up destitute, or drug and alcohol casualties, or commited suicide. It can be a rough racket, the porn business — a wild ride in the fast lane while it lasts, before the crash (look up what happened to Johnny “Wad” Holmes, one of the biggest porn stars of the day) (and did I mention that DEEP THROAT was entirely financed by the Mafia?).

So I was surprised to find out a couple years ago that Jack and Carol were still married 40 years later, amazingly enough. And their daughter was a famous Hollywood actress who had starred in the hit movie GHOST WORLD, among other things. And of course Jack was her manager.

And I figured Jack would probably continue to have a good thing going, so long as he could continue to keep breeding blondes that he could manage.

One thought on “Carol Connors, Deep Throat, and a manager named Jack

  1. Find that porn column!!!!!! That is a lost piece of history. Porn…..financed by organized crime? No way! Mind you some modern art funded by the Government could be considered Porn.

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