Christopher Rage fearlessly explored the dark side of male sexuality, and was the first gay pornographer to use videotape (vs. film). XRCO (the X-rated Critics Organization) named him "best director" in 1988 for MY MASTERS. In addition to appearing in each of these films, he wrote and performed original music for his films as well as recording an album in 1987, and is credited with some 26 erotic (mostly straight) novels.

One of the great things about working with some of Rage's material is imagining what he would do with the same material, today. The marketing art for Wildside is a good example of what looks primitive, early desktop-publishing and cheaply produced. While the materials were simple photocopies of a pasteboard, the content was clearly thought through and each image chosen from the narative of the film.

We encountered Christopher Rage in his spacious loft in the heart of Manhattan. At first glance, the Kingdom of Rage resembles any other exceptionally roomy New York dwelling; look closer, and you see the tools of high-tech video, and enough strictly-for-grownups paraphernalia to intrigue the most jaded sophisticate. Somehow, though, the toys and gadgets don't seem out of place. After all, Christopher Rage is the Master of Sleaze, the man whose videos constitute a veritable catalogue of kink.

For nearly a quarter of a century, Christopher Rage and I have been friends. During those twenty-five years, his appearance has changed many times. On the day of this interview, he is wearing jeans and a sweat shirt. His head is close-shaven, and his face bears the characteristic stubble so familiar to his viewers.

ARTICLE BY BILL BOTTIGGI

Danie loved to get fucked. That's what I remember about him. I could tell the first time he came into my office, all wide blue-eyed nervousness. A curl of blond hair fell onto his forehead. Cute, sure, but more. He reminded me of an anxious animal, a hungry puppy, eager for a treat; but skittish all the same.

I hope Rick doesn't mind me telling this story. The reason I hope he doesn't mind is because it's all true. He wouldn't mind if I were lying. But I'm not. Here's how it happened:

Inches Magazine

July 1985

Interview and article by BLADE (aka Neel Bate) for SkinFlicks Magazine

There is apparently a new journalistic phenomenon: The practice of having people write about themselves for periodicals. While autobiography is not in itself a new form, surely this proliferation of self-revealing articles in publications as divergent in purpose and readership as People and The New Yorker is indicative of something. Then again, perhaps we are only reading the results of cost-conscious editors who can save themselves the price of a writer by having the subject double as scribe.