Pryor Convictions: And Other Life Sentences

(by Richard Pryor & Todd Gold 1995)

According to the late GREAT Richard Pryor; in his autobiograhpy, in his own words, he admitted to dating a transgender woman

Also in the book Pryor states how he walked in on Miles Davis and Dizzy Gillespie tongue kissing.  Read the excerpts below…

Richard Pryor, “One evening I was at the “Candy Store,” club in Hollywood. I spotted her standing beside the dance floor. She told me her name was Mitrasha and she was beautiful and exotic as her name, a dead ringer for a young Josephine Baker.”“After a night of drinking, flirting, kissing and dancing, I took Mitrasha home, where we did cocaine and got down to business.”

“The next time we were together, Mitrasha forgot to do the tuck and fold. When I reached down, I discovered that she was actually a “he”.

“For some reason, I didn’t care. Either I wanted the nut too badly, I was too high to object, or I was as sexually confused as Mitrasha. It was probably a combination of all three reasons.”“Mitrasha and I carried on for several weeks. We even went out dancing at the “Daisy.” I never kept him a secret”

“My best friend, for instance, knew I was fucking a dude, and a drop-dead gorgeous one at that. I even admitted doing something different was exciting. But after two weeks of being gay, enough was enough and I went back to life as a horny heterosexual.”

“A while later, my best friend delivered a message from Mitrasha. He’d realized a lifelong dream and undergone a sex-change operation. Now biologically a woman, she wanted to get back together.”

“I passed.”

Miles Davis and Dizzy Gillespie tongue kissing


“In 1968, I worked at the Village Gate in New York, one of the few clubs that didn’t object to the new material I was performing, which the more conservative bookers considered inflammatory. The money aspect also interested me, but far more important at the time was meeting jazz great Miles Davis who was the club’s headliner.”“Miles and I were brothers waiting to meet. Kindred spirits. Before we even spoke, he did something that no one else would’ve done, because no one would’ve understood the shit I was going through without a detailed explanation.”

“But, Miles’ radar picked me up like a lost plane. About half an hour before the show, he had one of his guys come to my dressing room and tell me the lineup had been changed. “Miles is gonna play first,” he said. “What?” I asked, wondering what the fuck was going on. “Miles is going to open. Then you follow.” The gesture was pure Miles-intuitive, supportive, generous and in sync with the moment. By trading places, he was giving me a vote of support.”

“After the show, Miles invited me to his dressing room. When I entered he was kissing Dizzy Gillespie, with his tongue and shit. This made me wonder what kind of shit he had planned for me but Miles played a different tune with me.”


“We got in a cab and went to a midtown apartment where he introduced me to a woman I called Gypsy Lady. She was dark and mysterious with eyes as hot as fire, she had the best cocaine I ever tried. It was a big rock. Like the Hope Diamond. We chopped and snorted until the sun crept through the windows and then we disappeared like vampires.”

“From now on, you get your coke from her,” Miles said as we left. “She’s got the best.”

WTF? LOL…WOW…Cocaine’s A-Hell-Of-A-Drug.