In what will come as a shock to maybe your grandma with glaucoma who hasn’t picked up a tabloid since the fall of the Berlin Wall and never saw Hairspray, it appears John Travolta isn’t always faithful to Kelly Preston and instead tried to squeeze up on a male massage therapist in Palm Springs back in 2000.
Accusations from male massage therapists claiming that John is creepy on the table are about as common as basic bitches like me buying a Massage Envy Groupon. However, Radar landed a police report on one instance that John’s now-deceased “fixer” Olivia Pope Jonathan Krane seemed to back up in his old diaries. The unnamed accuser details in the police report how John exposed himself and jabbered away about all sorts of gay fantasies that would make L. Ron Hubbard blush. It went down at the La Quinta Hotel in Palm Springs (unrelated to the budget brand found around most airports) back in 2000 when John asked for a massage after midnight.
John got a body scrub treatment and allegedly told the massage therapist, “he was very attractive and that he had gotten him ‘excited.’” He then told the massage therapist to join him in the steam room so he wouldn’t be alone. Beginning to sound like a terrible plot point in Queer As Folk, John then dropped his towel and gave the massage therapist a massage and “began rubbing [the masseur’s] bare buttocks as well as in the groove between.” The massage therapist was creeped out and went to grab his equipment from John’s room, and while he was packing shit up, John kept making nasty comments. The report alleges:
“Travolta asked him if he had ‘ever had his a**hole licked buy another man,’ ‘what would he do it he ever had a sexual encounter with another man,’ and if so ‘tell him what he would do, so he (Travolta) could have something to fantasize about.'”
Considering this took place in 2000, it’s kind of weird to think John wasn’t getting enough of a gay fix by singing numbers from Hello, Dolly with Hugh Jackman between takes of Swordfish (how I envision filming went) and had to talk anal play with a total stranger. Usually, the Church of Scientology would take a John Travolta gay accusation as just “shit that happens on a day ending in -y,” but Jonathan’s old diaries detail how he told John to flee the hotel after the masseuse left:
“[I] persuaded the hotel it was in their best interest to get their employee to drop the criminal charges, and any civil claims, and to persuade the police not to investigate because it was just a misunderstanding.”
The fact that the last few weeks have shown we’re more likely to chase a sexual predator out of town than just do nothing and the fact that Scientology could see its tax-exempt status stripped, John better start looking for top dollar for his toupee and airplanes at the local pawn shop. That’s the only way he’ll be able to pay his legal fees if his massage accuser dam breaks!