Meet Skip Chasey, a top Hollywood insider. According to the Hollywood Reporter, which calls him “one of Hollywood’s top dealmakers”:

In his professional life, Chasey, 62, is a senior vp business development at William Morris Endeavor — a position he’s held since 2010, where he structures agreements for A-list talent like Aaron Sorkin and Pete Berg. For 15 years prior to that, he was an executive vp at Imagine Television, Ron Howard and Brian Grazer’s company, overseeing dealmaking on long-running hits like 24 and Parenthood.

But in his personal time, Chasey is Master Skip — a respected figure in the Los Angeles leather scene. Google his nom de dungeon and dozens of links and videos turn up, including an entry on, which provides some biographical highlights. Born in 1956 in Port Huron, Michigan, he gravitated in his 20s to America’s gay meccas — first San Francisco in 1978, then New York City in 1981, and finally laid roots in Los Angeles in 1992, where he fully immersed himself in the gay bondage scene.

While his unprepossessing Midwestern looks are far from the Tom of Finland ideal, Chasey has fashioned himself into a sadomasochistic spiritualist and community leader, leading workshops on how “leatherfolk [can] merge sex and spirit.” His résumé touts a starring role in the 2005 documentary Pup, which chronicles his involvement in the “pup play” scene (in which a “handler” and human “puppy” interact for sexual gratification); his certification as a grief counselor; and his invitation to address, as Master Skip, a “crowd of nearly one million at the Millennium March on Washington.”

It’s an impressive testament to Hollywood open-mindedness that none of these pursuits has ever bothered Ari Emanuel or any of Chasey’s other powerful bosses at WME, where he has earned a reputation for being a gifted negotiator and all-around nice guy.

Think about that. Master Skip is one of the foremen at the American dream factory. This fact is “an impressive testament to Hollywood open-mindedness.”

Master Skip ran into a bit of trouble last November. More from the Hollywood Reporter:

According to the Los Angeles Coroner’s narrative, [performance artist and frequent Master Skip client Doran] George arrived at the Chasey residence at approximately 2:30 p.m. Chasey told police that at 4:00 p.m., the two went down to the dungeon and embarked on an elaborate bondage ritual that involved Chasey outfitting George in a “locked metal chain around his neck and a penile chastity gage [sic].” Chasey then proceeded to mummify George “from head to toe by plastic wrap and gaffers tape with small breathing holes at the mouth and nose.”

At 6:20 p.m., Chasey noticed that George was “not reacting properly.” Upon closer inspection, he realized George was not breathing at all. He then placed a call to 911 and, according to the coroner’s report, began cutting all of the plastic and tape off of George’s body. Paramedics arrived to find George lying face-up on the ground, naked save for the heavy chain and padlock around his neck and chastity cage on his penis. (A chastity cage is a device which locks around a flaccid penis, preventing erections; only the master holds the key to unlock it, giving him control over when the wearer can get an erection.) A trash can in the corner was filled with the clear plastic and tape that had encased him. Resuscitation efforts were unsuccessful, and George was pronounced dead at 6:35 p.m. Two officers with the LAPD arrived at the scene not long after and interviewed Chasey, followed by McKibben from the Coroner’s Office.

An autopsy report filed on Nov. 22, 2017, concluded the immediate cause was “sudden death during recreational mummification bondage.”

Recreational mummification bondage. What a country, what a culture.

No charges were brought in the end, somehow, and Master Skip remains in his job. Think about that. The police couldn’t find any evidence for criminality, but this Chasey degenerate participated in the death of a man through sex torture gone wrong — and he’s still a top Hollywood dealmaker because … well, you tell me. At least he’s not the kind of monster who would decline to bake a cake for a same-sex wedding, or vote for Donald Trump.

Incidentally, Master Skip’s bio says that he “heads a family of spiritually grounded leatherfolk” in Los Angeles, and is (or was until 2012) “on the Theologies Team at Metropolitan Community Churches,” which exists to foster “holy conversations.” What, like the insufficiently large holes around the mummy’s mouth and nose?