![]() *This incident is worthy of its own post. The mysterious and dark side of tattooing attracted me as well." So that day I decided that maybe it was time for me to think about leaving higher education. Can you imagine? Then I asked how many knew how to change a sparkplug, and about thirty hands went up. One of the questions was 'Who is Homer?' It was a mixed class of forty, and not one of them had ever heard of Homer. In an interview by Owen Keehnen in the last year of Steward’s life, Keehan described Steward as "a charmingly smutty Auntie Mame, only instead of life's being a banquet, it was a gay orgy in a tattoo parlor." Steward told Keehan why he gave up teaching English: "I was teaching a freshman class, and I had a little trick of firing a lot of questions at the class to find out what their background was. Enjoy this biography, and try to get your hands on a Phil Andros paperback, many of them replete with covers illustrated by Tom of Finland (see photo at beginning of post). ![]() My personal reaction (I read one only for researching this post, I swear!) is that you might think that only if your taste runs toward rough sex (and mine does). When Justin Spring (author of this biography) passed along several of them to a Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright, she stated that it was the "happiest, most well-adjusted pornography" she had ever read. The Advocate magazine called the Phil Andros erotic novels "the Rolls-Royce" of gay porn. ![]() It is possible to purchase new and used erotic paperback copies of Steward's pulp porn from (search "Phil Andros"), but the prices are staggering: $30-$60-$90 and up for a used paperback, in the hundreds of dollars for new, uncirculated copies. Included was that infamous green metal card catalog labeled “Stud File,” which contained meticulously documented index cards on every sexual partner that Steward had enjoyed over a 50 year period. He simply relates what he discovered among the 80 boxes full of drawings, letters, photographs, sexual paraphernalia, manuscripts and other items made accessible to him by the executor of Steward’s estate. Spring’s book jumps to no conclusions and is assiduously non-judgmental. By the age of 26, while he was a professor at Loyola, Steward was drinking more than a quart of alcohol a day, all the while never missing a class or appointment. In his spare time Steward reveled in abusing alcohol and drugs. Steward was a protegé of Albert Kinsey, who flew in a partner to engage Steward in S&M sexual activity so that Kinsey could film it (assisted by Kinsey's wife!). Steward kept a card file of every single sexual dalliance, complete with statistics and descriptions of acts performed. As a teenager he seduced Rudolph Valentino (and kept some of the silent film actor’s pubic hair as a memento*), made love to a much older Lord Alfred Douglas (providing an amorous link to his hero Oscar Wilde), bedded Andre Gide’s Arab lover (with Gide’s full consent), and put the moves on Rock Hudson in a department store elevator. Oh - forgot to mention that he played a mean piano. In the early 1950s Steward made pornographic drawings, many of them based on his own Polaroid photographs, and some of his work was published in the trilingual Swiss homosexual journal Der Kreis (The Circle). Steward had a fling with avant-garde writer James Purdy when Purdy was still in his teens. Thornton Wilder drafted the third act of Our Town during a brief affair with Steward in Zurich, Switzerland, upon their first meeting. Toklas, Christopher Isherwood, photographer George Platt Lynes and the like, he was known as Sammy. To a close circle of prominent artistic friends like Paul Cadmus, Gertrude Stein, Alice B. ![]() Suffice it to say that the Hells Angels were unaware that their resident tattoo artist had once been Thornton Wilder's lover. And most of these circles of friends were completely ignorant of each other. Readers of his articles in underground newspapers and magazines knew him as Ward Stames (an anagram of Sam Steward). When the Hells Angels in Oakland, CA, used him as their official tattoo artist, they called him Doc Sparrow. As the author of gay S&M pulp fiction over a period of more than 30 years, he went by Phil Andros (among many others), providing eager readers with astonishingly literate porn. Steward became addicted to the use of pseudonyms. He was a poet who made a career in academia, teaching English at DePaul and Loyola Universities (Steward held a PhD in English), but used the name Phil Sparrow when he began a career as a tattoo artist (he used a pseudonym so as not to jeopardize his teaching position). Steward was the polymath to end all polymaths. ![]()
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