The subject of sex was a continual source of entertainment for the two. In the studio several days after their dinner together, Colomby asked Michael if he knew there were many gays in the music industry. "No, there aren't." Michael said. "Yes, its true," replied Colomby, who remembers the singer continuing to shake his head. He mentioned a certain industry executive. "He's gay," Colomby said. "No, he's not," Michael argued.
Michael then went back to recording vocals. Colomby left the studio and returned a few moments later. "Michael, you have a phone call...from..." Then he mentioned the man's name. "No, No!" Michael pleaded. "I don't believe you. Bobby, leave me alone."
Michael, on the other hand, was utterly infatuated with the woman whom Colomby was then living with, actress Pam Grier, the tall sexy star of low-budge black exploitation films like Foxy Brown. "When he found out I was living with her, he just flipped out,"Colomby recalls. "She'd walk into the studio and he'd squeal and run out and hide." When Grier called, Michael felt tongue-tied. "She'd want to have him over for dinner. I'd say, hey Michael, it's Pam and I'd hand him the phone. He couldn't handle it. It'd just drop in his lap and he'd stare at it. He wouldn't even talk."
But Michael's curiosity was like an open floodgate and he couldn't stop talking about Grier. "What does she do with you, Bobby?" he asked. "What do you mean?" Colomby replied. "She must hit you with skillets," Michael laughed. "I think when you come home, she throws a skillet at you. She bops you over the head."
Michael's gullibility about sex worried Colomby so much that one day he took him upstairs to one of the small, second-storey offices at Cherokee Studios for a man-to-man talk. "Michael," he started, "you're a young man. You're about to get out there in the world and meet a lot of people--a lot of women. And you might run into some interesting situations. Sometimes it's difficult for you to go to your parents or your brothers and talk about those kind of things. But I want you to know that I'm there for you. That any time you need a friend, in any kind of situation, I'll help you." Michael smiles. He was touched. "God, that is so sweet of you," he said. "But I already have someone I confide in like that." "Oh, great," Colomby replied, mildly surprised. "Can I ask who?" "Diana Ross" Michael replied.
Michael then went back to recording vocals. Colomby left the studio and returned a few moments later. "Michael, you have a phone call...from..." Then he mentioned the man's name. "No, No!" Michael pleaded. "I don't believe you. Bobby, leave me alone."
Michael, on the other hand, was utterly infatuated with the woman whom Colomby was then living with, actress Pam Grier, the tall sexy star of low-budge black exploitation films like Foxy Brown. "When he found out I was living with her, he just flipped out,"Colomby recalls. "She'd walk into the studio and he'd squeal and run out and hide." When Grier called, Michael felt tongue-tied. "She'd want to have him over for dinner. I'd say, hey Michael, it's Pam and I'd hand him the phone. He couldn't handle it. It'd just drop in his lap and he'd stare at it. He wouldn't even talk."
But Michael's curiosity was like an open floodgate and he couldn't stop talking about Grier. "What does she do with you, Bobby?" he asked. "What do you mean?" Colomby replied. "She must hit you with skillets," Michael laughed. "I think when you come home, she throws a skillet at you. She bops you over the head."
Michael's gullibility about sex worried Colomby so much that one day he took him upstairs to one of the small, second-storey offices at Cherokee Studios for a man-to-man talk. "Michael," he started, "you're a young man. You're about to get out there in the world and meet a lot of people--a lot of women. And you might run into some interesting situations. Sometimes it's difficult for you to go to your parents or your brothers and talk about those kind of things. But I want you to know that I'm there for you. That any time you need a friend, in any kind of situation, I'll help you." Michael smiles. He was touched. "God, that is so sweet of you," he said. "But I already have someone I confide in like that." "Oh, great," Colomby replied, mildly surprised. "Can I ask who?" "Diana Ross" Michael replied.
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