Met him for the first time this past Aug ( around the time of the Bash )
He was at the Mirage where they had a Adult Entertainment show.
Was in the pool hanging out... Guy Looked like a Pig !
One of the girls in the pool said I want to meet him.... I was like Why ? She said because his "thing" reaches one end of the Pool !
This coming from a Girl
He seemed like a ok guy.... But Still looked Very Dirty
He was at the Mirage where they had a Adult Entertainment show.
Was in the pool hanging out... Guy Looked like a Pig !
One of the girls in the pool said I want to meet him.... I was like Why ? She said because his "thing" reaches one end of the Pool !
This coming from a Girl
He seemed like a ok guy.... But Still looked Very Dirty
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Published: October 12, 2011
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The Stew: Talking rum (and more) with porn star Ron Jeremy
By Jeff Houck
Porn star Ron Jeremy walks into a liquor store.
No, this isn't the first line of a joke.
I'll start over.
Porn star Ron Jeremy walks into the Vegas Showgirls liquor store next door to the Derby Lane dog track. He's 25 minutes late because of bad traffic. He arrives without announcement. A dozen people are waiting for him.
He's there to promote a new brand of spiced rum.
Name on the label: Ron de Jeremy.
Get it?
He gathers his frizzy waterfall of receding hair behind his round shoulders. He is wearing a Ron de Jeremy black T-shirt. He is nothing if not loyal to his brand.
Ten seconds go by. Then 20. No one approaches him. There appears to be an invisible buffer around him. He moves, it shifts with him. It's a tension built on the collective realization of being in a booze vault with a guy who starred in "Naughty Girls Need Love Too" 28 years ago. Jeremy, called by fans and critics alike by the nickname The Hedgehog, scans the crowd without emotion. His eyes move but do not focus.
Jeremy breaks the ice by approaching a display of his rum's shimmering caramel-colored bottles. He sidles up to a lanky young model hired to pour samples. She is wearing a little black dress and too-tall black pumps. He slinks his right arm around the small of her waist and says, "Give me a hug, sweetheart." She obliges unenthusiastically.
The tension broken, a man moves forward to ask Jeremy to sign the bottle he just bought. He is wearing a blue dress shirt and office slacks. He looks like he just came from the office and left his tie on the front seat of his Volvo. Jeremy picks up a Sharpie and signs the label. The small crowd remains quiet as he scribbles.
"Would you like to try a sample?" the rum model says to a middle-aged woman who hustles through the bodies. She clearly is not here to see a man who performed intimate acts in more than 2,000 adult films. She is here for libations.
She politely refuses. After paying, she rethinks this decision and accepts a small plastic shot glass and takes a sip. "That's delicious," she says, before tucking a paper bag under her left arm and scurrying out.
A young man with spiky hair, a plain white T-shirt and a rosary dangling around his neck approaches Jeremy to ask that he autograph a photo of him in an unbuttoned tuxedo.
"Breast wishes, Ron Jeremy," he signs.
Another young man, this one wearing a black Tampa Bay Rays ball cap, black Polo shirt and black shorts, approaches and asks him to sign a book of portraits taken of notable porn stars. He opens to two pages featuring Jeremy. On one page, Jeremy is clothed. On the other, he is naked. Jeremy signs on the naked.
Another man, sweating and nervous and wearing a grey T-shirt reading "Stop Or You'll Go Blind," presents four bottles for Jeremy's autograph. At $19.99, the rum is inexpensive compared with other labels. Multiply it by four, though, and the bill is higher. Jeremy takes the time to sign as the man shuffles nervously. He turns the bottle over and writes, "This is $200 on eBay."
After telling the actor that it's his birthday, Jeremy pulls a small harmonica from his baggy sweatpants and plays a short, unadorned version of "Happy Birthday." The smile on the man's face expands. The rum model hands him four Ron de Jeremy shirts, one for each bottle, and each one gets signed. Despite taking almost 10 minutes, Jeremy does not rush any part of this.
As fans leave the store, a steady stream trickles in to replace them. A young couple comes in to buy a bottle and meet him. They tell him they plan to get married the next day. "Don't tell anyone, it's a secret," the tiny, blond, soon-to-be bride tells him. Again, the harmonica comes out.
"When you get married, it's this," Jeremy says before launching into "Here Comes the Bride."
"After a few years, it's this," he says, and then plays a funeral march. The eloping couple laughs nervously.
A trio of people approach with a camera. A burly man in a backward-facing driving cap tells Jeremy he wants to interview him for the Underground Beverage Network. They've driven from Naples to meet him.
Jeremy explains that the rum endorsement happened after two men from Sweden approached him, seeking to appeal to young, male drinkers who had seen his films. Jeremy, who says he drinks infrequently, liked the rum, which is made in Panama. One Eyed Spirits was born.
"They told me that the word 'ron' in Spanish means 'rum,' so it made sense," Jeremy says.
It also made sense from a family standpoint. His grandfather was a rum runner during Prohibition. Other parts of his family ran the Greengrass delicatessens in New York and California.
He has endorsed other products, he says, including lines of rolling papers and condoms. He produces samples of each from his right pocket.
Why rum? Because every celebrity was endorsing vodkas and tequilas. Donald Trump has a vodka. Dan Aykroyd has a vodka. Sammy Hagar made a mint with his Cabo Wabo tequila. Next to Jeremy's cardboard visage in the liquor store, Bruce Willis was hawking Sobieski vodka on a flatscreen TV.
One Eyed Spirits portrays Jeremy in its materials as a mild knockoff of Dos Equis' "Most Interesting Man in the World." Only Jeremy's life of adventure isn't fictional. After starting as a nude magazine model, he became a legend in adult films. Today, he is part elder statesman for the industry's seepage into mainstream entertainment on reality shows such as "The Surreal Life" and Anthony Bourdain's "No Reservations."
In some segments of the food and beverage industry, identifying with a porn star might be considered unsavory. One walk through the Vegas Showgirls liquor store, though, and you realize this is far from a temple to virtue. Consider the six-pack of Sweaty Betty blond wheat beer sold by Boulder Beer Co. Or the bottle of Hijos de Villa tequila shaped like a .40-caliber Glock.
If Van Gogh and Frida Kahlo can be used to respectively sell vodka and tequila, why can't Ron Jeremy? If rappers can endorse cognac, why can't a porn star have his own rum?
"They might buy it once for the novelty, but they won't buy it twice if it's bad," Jeremy says. "This is great rum."
As the bottle says on the back label, "Ron de Jeremy is full of character."
Just like its namesake.
Hey, it's worth a shot.
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Published: October 12, 2011
Home / news / local /
The Stew: Talking rum (and more) with porn star Ron Jeremy
By Jeff Houck
Porn star Ron Jeremy walks into a liquor store.
No, this isn't the first line of a joke.
I'll start over.
Porn star Ron Jeremy walks into the Vegas Showgirls liquor store next door to the Derby Lane dog track. He's 25 minutes late because of bad traffic. He arrives without announcement. A dozen people are waiting for him.
He's there to promote a new brand of spiced rum.
Name on the label: Ron de Jeremy.
Get it?
He gathers his frizzy waterfall of receding hair behind his round shoulders. He is wearing a Ron de Jeremy black T-shirt. He is nothing if not loyal to his brand.
Ten seconds go by. Then 20. No one approaches him. There appears to be an invisible buffer around him. He moves, it shifts with him. It's a tension built on the collective realization of being in a booze vault with a guy who starred in "Naughty Girls Need Love Too" 28 years ago. Jeremy, called by fans and critics alike by the nickname The Hedgehog, scans the crowd without emotion. His eyes move but do not focus.
Jeremy breaks the ice by approaching a display of his rum's shimmering caramel-colored bottles. He sidles up to a lanky young model hired to pour samples. She is wearing a little black dress and too-tall black pumps. He slinks his right arm around the small of her waist and says, "Give me a hug, sweetheart." She obliges unenthusiastically.
The tension broken, a man moves forward to ask Jeremy to sign the bottle he just bought. He is wearing a blue dress shirt and office slacks. He looks like he just came from the office and left his tie on the front seat of his Volvo. Jeremy picks up a Sharpie and signs the label. The small crowd remains quiet as he scribbles.
"Would you like to try a sample?" the rum model says to a middle-aged woman who hustles through the bodies. She clearly is not here to see a man who performed intimate acts in more than 2,000 adult films. She is here for libations.
She politely refuses. After paying, she rethinks this decision and accepts a small plastic shot glass and takes a sip. "That's delicious," she says, before tucking a paper bag under her left arm and scurrying out.
A young man with spiky hair, a plain white T-shirt and a rosary dangling around his neck approaches Jeremy to ask that he autograph a photo of him in an unbuttoned tuxedo.
"Breast wishes, Ron Jeremy," he signs.
Another young man, this one wearing a black Tampa Bay Rays ball cap, black Polo shirt and black shorts, approaches and asks him to sign a book of portraits taken of notable porn stars. He opens to two pages featuring Jeremy. On one page, Jeremy is clothed. On the other, he is naked. Jeremy signs on the naked.
Another man, sweating and nervous and wearing a grey T-shirt reading "Stop Or You'll Go Blind," presents four bottles for Jeremy's autograph. At $19.99, the rum is inexpensive compared with other labels. Multiply it by four, though, and the bill is higher. Jeremy takes the time to sign as the man shuffles nervously. He turns the bottle over and writes, "This is $200 on eBay."
After telling the actor that it's his birthday, Jeremy pulls a small harmonica from his baggy sweatpants and plays a short, unadorned version of "Happy Birthday." The smile on the man's face expands. The rum model hands him four Ron de Jeremy shirts, one for each bottle, and each one gets signed. Despite taking almost 10 minutes, Jeremy does not rush any part of this.
As fans leave the store, a steady stream trickles in to replace them. A young couple comes in to buy a bottle and meet him. They tell him they plan to get married the next day. "Don't tell anyone, it's a secret," the tiny, blond, soon-to-be bride tells him. Again, the harmonica comes out.
"When you get married, it's this," Jeremy says before launching into "Here Comes the Bride."
"After a few years, it's this," he says, and then plays a funeral march. The eloping couple laughs nervously.
A trio of people approach with a camera. A burly man in a backward-facing driving cap tells Jeremy he wants to interview him for the Underground Beverage Network. They've driven from Naples to meet him.
Jeremy explains that the rum endorsement happened after two men from Sweden approached him, seeking to appeal to young, male drinkers who had seen his films. Jeremy, who says he drinks infrequently, liked the rum, which is made in Panama. One Eyed Spirits was born.
"They told me that the word 'ron' in Spanish means 'rum,' so it made sense," Jeremy says.
It also made sense from a family standpoint. His grandfather was a rum runner during Prohibition. Other parts of his family ran the Greengrass delicatessens in New York and California.
He has endorsed other products, he says, including lines of rolling papers and condoms. He produces samples of each from his right pocket.
Why rum? Because every celebrity was endorsing vodkas and tequilas. Donald Trump has a vodka. Dan Aykroyd has a vodka. Sammy Hagar made a mint with his Cabo Wabo tequila. Next to Jeremy's cardboard visage in the liquor store, Bruce Willis was hawking Sobieski vodka on a flatscreen TV.
One Eyed Spirits portrays Jeremy in its materials as a mild knockoff of Dos Equis' "Most Interesting Man in the World." Only Jeremy's life of adventure isn't fictional. After starting as a nude magazine model, he became a legend in adult films. Today, he is part elder statesman for the industry's seepage into mainstream entertainment on reality shows such as "The Surreal Life" and Anthony Bourdain's "No Reservations."
In some segments of the food and beverage industry, identifying with a porn star might be considered unsavory. One walk through the Vegas Showgirls liquor store, though, and you realize this is far from a temple to virtue. Consider the six-pack of Sweaty Betty blond wheat beer sold by Boulder Beer Co. Or the bottle of Hijos de Villa tequila shaped like a .40-caliber Glock.
If Van Gogh and Frida Kahlo can be used to respectively sell vodka and tequila, why can't Ron Jeremy? If rappers can endorse cognac, why can't a porn star have his own rum?
"They might buy it once for the novelty, but they won't buy it twice if it's bad," Jeremy says. "This is great rum."
As the bottle says on the back label, "Ron de Jeremy is full of character."
Just like its namesake.
Hey, it's worth a shot.
www2.tbo.com © Copyright 2011 Media General Communications Holdings, LLC. A Media General company.
Happened upon the man, the myth, the legend in Dallas about 10 years ago.
As was reported above, he is one cheap-ass mf'er. He wanted $25.00 to sign a t-shirt and like $35.00 to have your picture taken with him. All I wanted to do was shake his hand (then head immediately to the closest bottle of hand sanitizer) and he wouldn't do it without me paying for a shirt.
I paid for the shirt ... and have lived to tell all about it.
As was reported above, he is one cheap-ass mf'er. He wanted $25.00 to sign a t-shirt and like $35.00 to have your picture taken with him. All I wanted to do was shake his hand (then head immediately to the closest bottle of hand sanitizer) and he wouldn't do it without me paying for a shirt.
I paid for the shirt ... and have lived to tell all about it.
Happy 59 th birthday Ron:
Ronald Jeremy Hyatt (born March 12, 1953), usually called Ron Jeremy, is an American adult film actor. Nicknamed "The Hedgehog",[1] he was ranked by AVN at number one in their "The 50 Top Porn Stars of All Time" list.[4] Jeremy has also appeared in non-pornographic films, such as The Chase, Orgazmo, They Bite, The Boondock Saints and 54.[5]
Ronald Jeremy Hyatt (born March 12, 1953), usually called Ron Jeremy, is an American adult film actor. Nicknamed "The Hedgehog",[1] he was ranked by AVN at number one in their "The 50 Top Porn Stars of All Time" list.[4] Jeremy has also appeared in non-pornographic films, such as The Chase, Orgazmo, They Bite, The Boondock Saints and 54.[5]
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[h=1]Flappy Bird parody game "Flappy Jeremy" mashes Ron Jeremy and Miley Cyrus[/h]
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As the title suggests this game is a clever and creative mash up of Ron Jeremy riding Miley Cyrus’ wrecking ball from the video. Ron Jeremy sits on top of the ball in his tighty whities with beer belly hanging out for all to enjoy. The game is very simple to play, but the fun setting and the challenge of this game will keep you playing for hours.
The goal of this addicting game is to let your bird “Ron” swing the wrecking ball without bumping into any obstacles. Swing as far as you can and conquer the game. It sounds much easier than you think and will keep you playing for hours in an attempt to make it all the way through the game. Don’t let the seductive image of Ron Jeremy get you too excited though because you only have one chance to finish this game and beat everyone’s high score.
Flappy Jeremy is a free game and you can find it on the Google Play Store.
Flappy Jeremy - Wrecking Ball
254 ratings
Offers in-app purchases
by Awesome Mobile Games
10,000 - 50,000 downloads
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[h=1]Flappy Bird parody game "Flappy Jeremy" mashes Ron Jeremy and Miley Cyrus[/h]
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<!-- Easy AdSense Lite -->You know that recurring dream you have of Ron Jeremy replacing Miley Cyrus in the “Wrecking Ball” video? Well Flappy Jeremy has just made your dream come true. Inspired by the once removed but coming back again (possibly?) Flappy Bird, Flappy Jeremy seeks to fill the emptiness left by the disappearance of the original title.As the title suggests this game is a clever and creative mash up of Ron Jeremy riding Miley Cyrus’ wrecking ball from the video. Ron Jeremy sits on top of the ball in his tighty whities with beer belly hanging out for all to enjoy. The game is very simple to play, but the fun setting and the challenge of this game will keep you playing for hours.
The goal of this addicting game is to let your bird “Ron” swing the wrecking ball without bumping into any obstacles. Swing as far as you can and conquer the game. It sounds much easier than you think and will keep you playing for hours in an attempt to make it all the way through the game. Don’t let the seductive image of Ron Jeremy get you too excited though because you only have one chance to finish this game and beat everyone’s high score.
Flappy Jeremy is a free game and you can find it on the Google Play Store.
Flappy Jeremy - Wrecking Ball
254 ratings
Offers in-app purchases
by Awesome Mobile Games
10,000 - 50,000 downloads
Discover more apps with Playboard for Android
ron jeremy UPDATE:
http://www.menshealth.com/health/ron-jeremys-health
How Is Ron Jeremy Still Alive (and Still Having Erections)?
The porn king goes deep . . . about his heart health, boners, and fear of death
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<section class="field-body">Ron Jeremy is the most famous man in porn.
Since the mid-70s—the so-called “Golden Age of Porn”—he’s appeared in over 2,000 adult films, with memorable titles like Frankenpenis, Dick-tation, and Sgt Peckers Lonely Hearts Club Gang Bang. He’s had sex with, by his count, about 4,000 women.
</section><form id="newsletter-form" accept-charset="UTF-8" method="post" action="http://www.menshealth.com/newsletter_submit_ajax_non_fapi"></form><section class="field-body">And at 62, he’s still doing porn. His latest, Night at the Erotic Museum, is pretty much what you’d expect. (Imagine the Ben Stiller comedy Night at the Museum, but with people screwing.)
Today, I’m sitting with Jeremy in an exam room at the Beverly Hills Cedars Sinai Medical Center. He’s here for a checkup, and he’s nervous. But probably not for the reasons you think.
He’s not nervous because he’s had unprotected sex with thousands of women over the course of four centuries. Nor is he waiting for STD test results.
He’s nervous about his blood pressure.
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He’s pretty sure that he gained back all the weight he lost since his last doctor’s visit. He’d dropped 20 pounds, and when he slims down, “my blood pressure goes down on it’s own, always.”
Related: Should You Take an Aspirin a Day For Your Heart?
Jeremy has spent a lifetime taking terrible care of his body, and he’s only recently tried to make lifestyle changes. Everything changed for him two years ago, when he first “felt that elephant on my chest.”
In February of 2013, Jeremy drove himself to Cedars-Sinai after feeling severe chest pain. He was diagnosed with an aortic aneurysm, and was immediately wheeled into a 10-hour surgery, in which doctors replaced the defective portion of his aorta with a synthetic tube.
Since the surgery, Jeremy says he was prescribed blood thinners to keep his blood pressure low.
“Had I taken that years ago, I never would’ve had a problem,” he claims. “I was against all kinds of medication, I didn’t believe in any of that.”
Jeremy wasn’t necessarily being holistic about his health, trusting in the natural healing powers of his own body. He was worried about his boners.
(Don’t be worried about your boner. Read this complete guide to How To Pleasure a Woman, from the editors of Men’s Health. It’s going to be okay.)
There’s only anecdotal evidence that blood-thinners cause erectile dysfunction. But for many guys, that’s enough to make them skittish.
Now suppose that your career depends on your erection. ED isn’t something you have to contend with only in the privacy of your bedroom. If you don’t get an erection, you don’t get paid. And the world will likely hear about it.
Imagine you’re the New York Mets’ Daniel Murphy, and your doctor tells you, “If you take this pill, you’ll have a better chance of living. But you probably won’t be able to hit another homerun again.”
That’s what Ron Jeremy was faced with.
I finally ask the question that needed to be asked. “How are your boners? Are you still . . . you know . . . having them?”
He shrugs. “The Schmeckle is not what it used to be,” he admits. “I can get there, but it takes a while.”
He describes a technique he’s employed for years on porn sets, when he’s needed an erection immediately. He calls it “The Ron Jeremy Grip.”
It involves locking your thumb and forefinger around the testicles and base of the penis, and pushing the blood to the front.
“It’s like making a cock ring out of your fingers,” he explains. “I won’t take it out, but I can show you under the pants.”
Before I can wave him off because I think I get it, he’s already doing a little dirty puppet show underneath his “Sex Across America” sweats.
He doesn’t say how long his “Schmeckle” has been reluctant to perform, or if he blames it entirely on the blood thinners. It’s possible he’s had some form of ED long before he began taking medication.
Some studies indicate a strong link between ED and cardiovascular disease. A 2013 study of 95,000 men found that those with ED, even if they had no apparent heart problems, had a 60 percent higher risk of developing heart disease.
Could Jeremy have gone from heart healthy to an aortic aneurysm without any warning signs from his pecker? It seems unlikely, and Jeremy is hard pressed to admit to any “problem” with his most famous asset.
Related: The 10 Worst Things That Could Happen To Your Penis
A technician comes in to take his blood pressure. Without sharing Jeremy’s number, he’s told it’s fine.
This brings Jeremy no relief. He asks for a second opinion—a reading from the other arm.
Finally, he meets with Dr. Ernst Schwarz, Ph.D., the Medical Director of the Cardiac Support Program at Cedars, and one of the doctors that saved Jeremy’s life.
“You gained weight?” Dr. Schwarz asks.
“Yeah, I was stupid,” Jeremy says, sheepishly, as they approach the scale.
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Jeremy weighs in at 250 pounds. He hasn’t gained back the weight after all. For all of his fretting, he’s actually holding steady.
They discuss late-onset diabetes—which Jeremy is convinced he has—and Dr. Schwarz orders an ultrasound to see if there’s any change in the tissue surrounding Jeremy’s aorta. Then Jeremy requests a private consultation with the doctor.
Which means I’m asked to leave.
I’m curious why a guy who demonstrated stroking his penis through sweatpants would need privacy for anything. Later, when I press him for details, he tells me the whole story.
“So I’m coming across girls who want the real Shazam,” he says. “They want the real Jeremy Schmeckle. If you look at my early films, you’d say ‘Goddamn that thing’s huge.’ I’ve had girls say, ‘I don’t want the grip. I want to see that thing in all it’s glory.’”
And that’s what he wants to give them. But at 62, post-heart surgery, on blood thinners, worried about his blood pressure, Ron Jeremy needs some assistance.
Related: Secrets to Pleasing a Woman From a Guy With a Micropenis
The man with one of the most recognizable penises in adult films, who named his own memoir “The Hardest (Working) Man in Show Biz,” who once played Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture using only his schlong, asked his doctor for Cialis.
Which isn’t entirely shocking. He does have heart disease. A little poor blood flow to his penis should be expected. But Jeremy is still uncomfortable by the idea.
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“I never had to rely on anything my whole life,” he tells me. “So I’m not going to jump into this.”
He’s still reluctant to take pills and says he’s never had to refill his prescription for his anxiety medication. “Just knowing they’re there is good enough,“ he admits. “At least now I have the pills, so I might or might not take them.”
We walk to the Tower at Cedars Sinai, where Jeremy’s Echocardiogram is scheduled. Along the way, he’s stopped twice by women who want pictures with him.
“I love you to death,” one giddy woman shouts as she walks away.
He’s prepared for all of it. “I carry this magic marker in case a girl wants her boobie signed,” he tells me.
He’s also acutely aware that it’s not going to last forever. “Some day, some really bad horrible day, I’m not going to be famous anymore. I’ll have this marker in one hand and a can of Vaseline in the other to jerk my Shmeckle. I’ll be saying, ‘Doesn’t somebody want a picture of me? Come on, I used to be famous. Don’t you want an autograph on the boob?’”
It’s fascinating how Ron Jeremy—not just as a person but also a cultural icon—has changed in recent years.
For decades, he was the world’s most famous male porn star specifically because he didn’t look the part. He’s hairy, overweight, aesthetically unappealing in every feasible way. And yet, he’s had sex with countless beautiful women. He was, in his own words, “living proof that anyone can get laid.”
But Ron Jeremy circa 2015 is a different story. He’s living proof that your bad habits can and probably will catch up to you eventually.
How is Jeremy still alive? I honestly have no idea. He shouldn’t be. He’s treated his body like an all-you-can-eat buffet. He’s had more unsafe sex than almost anyone on the planet. He should, by every standard of common sense, be dead.
Related: The 5 Fastest Ways That Men Die
But he shoulders on. Even if just as a cautionary tale for the rest of us.
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On the ECG table, he’s relieved to have the same technician that did his ultrasound following his surgery. As she probes the rotund hairy chest that’s earned him the nickname “The Hedgehog,” she tries to ignore his frequent questions.
“How is it?” he asks. “Is that bad? Are you allowed to say anything, or only the doctor can?”
“I'm not really allowed to say anything,” she says.
The technician leaves the room, and Jeremy goes silent, deep in thought scored only by the gentle hum of machines.
“Are you afraid of dying?” he asks me suddenly.
I tell him I’m not looking forward to it, but I’m not exactly afraid.
He nods. “I’m afraid.”
Related: Why Men Avoid Going to the Doctor
It's an introspective moment you wouldn't expect from a guy who wears a Bunny Ranch t-shirt to the doctor’s office.
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I ask him what frightens him about dying.
“Not being around,” he says. “The planet going on without me. Even if there is life after death, it won’t be as you know it.”
We sit there together, waiting, not really saying much of anything. The technician will return shortly to tell him that his ECK looks great, and the doctor has cleared him to leave. But that’s not what I’ll remember. It’s the look of panic in Jeremy’s eyes as he sits in a dark, windowless room and waits to hear if he’s dying today.
Ron Jeremy’s legacy is full of life lessons. Eat more vegetables. Pay attention to your blood pressure. Exercise in ways that don’t involve gangbangs. Value your heart health over your erections.
But there’s also a lesson in there about priorities. Yes, he’s still the most famous man in porn, with enough wild sex stories to fill several books. But he’d give it all up for the chance to go back and do it again. Maybe eat a salad or two this time.
His father is alive and well at 97 years old, and he often scolds his son for his excessive weight. “He likes to tell me, ‘Look around the nursing home,‘” Jeremy says. “‘How many fat people do you see here? None, because none of them live that long!’”
Jeremy laughs, but it’s a laugh of somebody who knows the joke may soon be on him.
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How Is Ron Jeremy Still Alive (and Still Having Erections)?
The porn king goes deep . . . about his heart health, boners, and fear of death
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<section class="field-body">Ron Jeremy is the most famous man in porn.
Since the mid-70s—the so-called “Golden Age of Porn”—he’s appeared in over 2,000 adult films, with memorable titles like Frankenpenis, Dick-tation, and Sgt Peckers Lonely Hearts Club Gang Bang. He’s had sex with, by his count, about 4,000 women.
</section><form id="newsletter-form" accept-charset="UTF-8" method="post" action="http://www.menshealth.com/newsletter_submit_ajax_non_fapi"></form><section class="field-body">And at 62, he’s still doing porn. His latest, Night at the Erotic Museum, is pretty much what you’d expect. (Imagine the Ben Stiller comedy Night at the Museum, but with people screwing.)
Today, I’m sitting with Jeremy in an exam room at the Beverly Hills Cedars Sinai Medical Center. He’s here for a checkup, and he’s nervous. But probably not for the reasons you think.
He’s not nervous because he’s had unprotected sex with thousands of women over the course of four centuries. Nor is he waiting for STD test results.
He’s nervous about his blood pressure.
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He’s pretty sure that he gained back all the weight he lost since his last doctor’s visit. He’d dropped 20 pounds, and when he slims down, “my blood pressure goes down on it’s own, always.”
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Jeremy has spent a lifetime taking terrible care of his body, and he’s only recently tried to make lifestyle changes. Everything changed for him two years ago, when he first “felt that elephant on my chest.”
In February of 2013, Jeremy drove himself to Cedars-Sinai after feeling severe chest pain. He was diagnosed with an aortic aneurysm, and was immediately wheeled into a 10-hour surgery, in which doctors replaced the defective portion of his aorta with a synthetic tube.
Since the surgery, Jeremy says he was prescribed blood thinners to keep his blood pressure low.
“Had I taken that years ago, I never would’ve had a problem,” he claims. “I was against all kinds of medication, I didn’t believe in any of that.”
Jeremy wasn’t necessarily being holistic about his health, trusting in the natural healing powers of his own body. He was worried about his boners.
(Don’t be worried about your boner. Read this complete guide to How To Pleasure a Woman, from the editors of Men’s Health. It’s going to be okay.)
There’s only anecdotal evidence that blood-thinners cause erectile dysfunction. But for many guys, that’s enough to make them skittish.
Now suppose that your career depends on your erection. ED isn’t something you have to contend with only in the privacy of your bedroom. If you don’t get an erection, you don’t get paid. And the world will likely hear about it.
Imagine you’re the New York Mets’ Daniel Murphy, and your doctor tells you, “If you take this pill, you’ll have a better chance of living. But you probably won’t be able to hit another homerun again.”
That’s what Ron Jeremy was faced with.
I finally ask the question that needed to be asked. “How are your boners? Are you still . . . you know . . . having them?”
He shrugs. “The Schmeckle is not what it used to be,” he admits. “I can get there, but it takes a while.”
He describes a technique he’s employed for years on porn sets, when he’s needed an erection immediately. He calls it “The Ron Jeremy Grip.”
It involves locking your thumb and forefinger around the testicles and base of the penis, and pushing the blood to the front.
“It’s like making a cock ring out of your fingers,” he explains. “I won’t take it out, but I can show you under the pants.”
Before I can wave him off because I think I get it, he’s already doing a little dirty puppet show underneath his “Sex Across America” sweats.
He doesn’t say how long his “Schmeckle” has been reluctant to perform, or if he blames it entirely on the blood thinners. It’s possible he’s had some form of ED long before he began taking medication.
Some studies indicate a strong link between ED and cardiovascular disease. A 2013 study of 95,000 men found that those with ED, even if they had no apparent heart problems, had a 60 percent higher risk of developing heart disease.
Could Jeremy have gone from heart healthy to an aortic aneurysm without any warning signs from his pecker? It seems unlikely, and Jeremy is hard pressed to admit to any “problem” with his most famous asset.
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A technician comes in to take his blood pressure. Without sharing Jeremy’s number, he’s told it’s fine.
This brings Jeremy no relief. He asks for a second opinion—a reading from the other arm.
Finally, he meets with Dr. Ernst Schwarz, Ph.D., the Medical Director of the Cardiac Support Program at Cedars, and one of the doctors that saved Jeremy’s life.
“You gained weight?” Dr. Schwarz asks.
“Yeah, I was stupid,” Jeremy says, sheepishly, as they approach the scale.
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Jeremy weighs in at 250 pounds. He hasn’t gained back the weight after all. For all of his fretting, he’s actually holding steady.
They discuss late-onset diabetes—which Jeremy is convinced he has—and Dr. Schwarz orders an ultrasound to see if there’s any change in the tissue surrounding Jeremy’s aorta. Then Jeremy requests a private consultation with the doctor.
Which means I’m asked to leave.
I’m curious why a guy who demonstrated stroking his penis through sweatpants would need privacy for anything. Later, when I press him for details, he tells me the whole story.
“So I’m coming across girls who want the real Shazam,” he says. “They want the real Jeremy Schmeckle. If you look at my early films, you’d say ‘Goddamn that thing’s huge.’ I’ve had girls say, ‘I don’t want the grip. I want to see that thing in all it’s glory.’”
And that’s what he wants to give them. But at 62, post-heart surgery, on blood thinners, worried about his blood pressure, Ron Jeremy needs some assistance.
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The man with one of the most recognizable penises in adult films, who named his own memoir “The Hardest (Working) Man in Show Biz,” who once played Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture using only his schlong, asked his doctor for Cialis.
Which isn’t entirely shocking. He does have heart disease. A little poor blood flow to his penis should be expected. But Jeremy is still uncomfortable by the idea.
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“I never had to rely on anything my whole life,” he tells me. “So I’m not going to jump into this.”
He’s still reluctant to take pills and says he’s never had to refill his prescription for his anxiety medication. “Just knowing they’re there is good enough,“ he admits. “At least now I have the pills, so I might or might not take them.”
We walk to the Tower at Cedars Sinai, where Jeremy’s Echocardiogram is scheduled. Along the way, he’s stopped twice by women who want pictures with him.
“I love you to death,” one giddy woman shouts as she walks away.
He’s prepared for all of it. “I carry this magic marker in case a girl wants her boobie signed,” he tells me.
He’s also acutely aware that it’s not going to last forever. “Some day, some really bad horrible day, I’m not going to be famous anymore. I’ll have this marker in one hand and a can of Vaseline in the other to jerk my Shmeckle. I’ll be saying, ‘Doesn’t somebody want a picture of me? Come on, I used to be famous. Don’t you want an autograph on the boob?’”
It’s fascinating how Ron Jeremy—not just as a person but also a cultural icon—has changed in recent years.
For decades, he was the world’s most famous male porn star specifically because he didn’t look the part. He’s hairy, overweight, aesthetically unappealing in every feasible way. And yet, he’s had sex with countless beautiful women. He was, in his own words, “living proof that anyone can get laid.”
But Ron Jeremy circa 2015 is a different story. He’s living proof that your bad habits can and probably will catch up to you eventually.
How is Jeremy still alive? I honestly have no idea. He shouldn’t be. He’s treated his body like an all-you-can-eat buffet. He’s had more unsafe sex than almost anyone on the planet. He should, by every standard of common sense, be dead.
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But he shoulders on. Even if just as a cautionary tale for the rest of us.
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On the ECG table, he’s relieved to have the same technician that did his ultrasound following his surgery. As she probes the rotund hairy chest that’s earned him the nickname “The Hedgehog,” she tries to ignore his frequent questions.
“How is it?” he asks. “Is that bad? Are you allowed to say anything, or only the doctor can?”
“I'm not really allowed to say anything,” she says.
The technician leaves the room, and Jeremy goes silent, deep in thought scored only by the gentle hum of machines.
“Are you afraid of dying?” he asks me suddenly.
I tell him I’m not looking forward to it, but I’m not exactly afraid.
He nods. “I’m afraid.”
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It's an introspective moment you wouldn't expect from a guy who wears a Bunny Ranch t-shirt to the doctor’s office.
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I ask him what frightens him about dying.
“Not being around,” he says. “The planet going on without me. Even if there is life after death, it won’t be as you know it.”
We sit there together, waiting, not really saying much of anything. The technician will return shortly to tell him that his ECK looks great, and the doctor has cleared him to leave. But that’s not what I’ll remember. It’s the look of panic in Jeremy’s eyes as he sits in a dark, windowless room and waits to hear if he’s dying today.
Ron Jeremy’s legacy is full of life lessons. Eat more vegetables. Pay attention to your blood pressure. Exercise in ways that don’t involve gangbangs. Value your heart health over your erections.
But there’s also a lesson in there about priorities. Yes, he’s still the most famous man in porn, with enough wild sex stories to fill several books. But he’d give it all up for the chance to go back and do it again. Maybe eat a salad or two this time.
His father is alive and well at 97 years old, and he often scolds his son for his excessive weight. “He likes to tell me, ‘Look around the nursing home,‘” Jeremy says. “‘How many fat people do you see here? None, because none of them live that long!’”
Jeremy laughs, but it’s a laugh of somebody who knows the joke may soon be on him.
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Had a chance to talk with him on 2 occasions. One was at WingBowl in Philly and the other was an expo. Both times were the same. Looked like walking death, looked dirty and greasy and looked like he would have paid me not to be there. With that being said, talked about 5-10 min both times and was just a normal dude. Kind of like your buddies creepy uncle, cool to talk too but happy to walk away.
Why would anyone want his autograph or pic with him and pay for it on top of that. What is the big deal with autographs if u r over 10 years old . " I got this 60 year old fatass poem dudes autograph " haha. He should be paying me to talk to him. Maybe he can give me some advice on hooking up with Craigslist sluts
