Porfirio "Rubi" Rubirosa was the most notorious gigolo/playboy in US history. Rubi was also a political assassin. Between assignments, he supplemented his income by servicing rich and famous women or marrying the richest women in the world. His penis size was legendary, a reported 14 inches when fully aroused.

Ian Fleming based the James Bond character on Rubirosa and author Harold Robbins based the lead character in his book "The Adventurers" on him.

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The year was 1932, Porfirio Rubirosa married the oldest daughter of Gen. Rafael Trujillo Martinez (dictator). Her name was Flor de Oro. The marriage would end in 1937 due to Rubi's womanizing. He remained close to the family and Trujillo made him a Dominican Ambassador of Argentina. During World War II, Rubi was imprisoned by the Gestapo, he spent six months in jail.

Upon his release, his military training came in handy. He was recruited as a political assassin. He was suspected as the trigger man in several high profile assassinations but the authorities never had enough evidence to arrest him. He would marry French actress Danielle Darrieux, they would divorce after five years.

The term "Latin Men Make The Best Lovers" derived from the exploits of Rubirosa. Rubi's underwear had to be tailored due to his 14 inch endowment. He also had a medical condition that left him half erect at all times. This ailment increased his staying power, he could satisfy several women in one night, each encounter would last for hours, he was insatiable. Afterwards, he sent a single rose with a note attached "A la mas de la mujeres." Translation: To The Most Beautiful Woman.

An actress described Rubi's penis in detail, "it is similar to a wooden pepper shaker, the kind you find in restaurants." To this day, French diners refer to pepper shakers as Rubirosa's.

Rubi caused a commotion in Hawaii, when he arrived in swim trunks, the women gawked in disbelief when they saw the bulge in his trunks, the thickness and length was amazing.

Rubi was in the men's urinal at the Waldorf in New York, the man standing next to him happen to glance over, "damn, how on earth do you stuff that thing in your pants? You are deformed and blessed."

One of Rubi's girlfriends was shopping for shoes with her friend, she pointed at a men's shoe, size 11, she told her friend, "see that shoe, Rubi's penis is wider and longer." A model told Truman Capote, Rubi's penis is as thick as a man's wrist.

Rubi was also a master of all trades, a true renaissance man. He was a adventurer, tennis player, soldier, diplomat, a chef, a world-class polo player and a treasure hunter. He also raced his Ferrari on the LeMans circuit.

Appearance meant everything. He kept his physique in top shape by working out with a professional sparring partner. His suits were tailored to perfection, his nails were manicured and his toes were pedicured. He was suave, continental and debonair. Rubi also spoke several languages and he was named to the International Best Dressed List on several occasions. He was the only polo player who wore a ascot with his jacket, he also protected his skin with honey.

Within an hour of checking into a hotel suite, the hotel would become besieged with women, hoping for the opportunity to sleep with the great Rubirosa. Gossip columnists tracked his movements to Monte Carlo, St. Moritz, Cannes, London and New York.

Rubi was romantically linked to Ava Gardner, Rita Hayworth, Jayne Mansfield, Eartha Kitt, Empress Soraya, Eva Peron, Veronica Lake, Dolores Del Rio and Zsa Zsa Gabor.

After the dating phase wore off, he married billionairess Doris Duke, the richest woman in the world. During the wedding ceremony, Rubi showed great panache and elan when he retrieved rubies from his pocket to symbolize his nickname.

The marriage would crumble due to his numerous infidelities. He would net a six figure income unless he remarried. A few months after the divorce, Duke missed Rubi terribly, she offered him two million dollars to remarry her, he declined. Doris Duke carried a special torch for Rubi throughout her life, his picture was in all of her homes. When she died, her wealth was estimated at $8 billion dollars.

Rubi was back on the market again, his reputation proceeded him. He was so hotly pursued by women that he had little chance to pursue on his own. When he did, he became a collector of beauty, showgirls, models and actresses.

In 1953, he married the second richest woman in the world, Barbara Hutton. Rubi cost her $65,000 per day in expenses. Hutton also bought him the biggest coffee plantation in the Dominican Republic. The marriage lasted ten weeks. In the divorce settlement, Rubi received five polo ponies and a private plane.

He became a member of the international jet set. Rubi had been a friend of Joe Kennedy, Jr., he often dined on the Kennedy yacht. On one outing, he had dinner with Peter Lawford, Frank Sinatra and Marilyn Monroe. He couldn't make a move on Monroe because she was John Kennedy's guest. The Latin Lover and the Sex Goddess did exchange steamy looks on the sly.

In Paris, he partied with Sammy Davis, Jr. into the wee hours of the morning. Afterwards, he gave Davis instructions on how to kiss a woman's hand properly, the lesson lasted two hours. Davis returned to his suite and passed out. A few hours later, Davis was awaken by the doorbell, it was Rubi, impeccably dressed and refreshed. He told Davis to shower and shave, they were going to the Champs Elysees to flirt with the beautiful women.

Rubi played golf with Frank Sinatra often, on one outing, Sinatra asked him, Rubi, have you ever held a full-time job? Rubi replied, "women are my full-time job, most men save money, my ambition is to spend it."

Friends were flattered when they received personalized invitations to one of his dinner parties. He could easily out cook the top chefs of the day. America was very lucrative for Rubi, in and out of bed. Money seemed to gravitate towards him and he was constantly cited by irate husbands in divorce cases.

Throughout his life, he had one regret. He was unable to father children. As a child he had mumps which left him sterile.

In 1956, Rubi married his fifth wife Odile Rodin, she was an actress. She was nineteen and he was 42. He remained faithful to her and began work on his memoirs, he would never finish.

While driving in the early morning hours on a wet Paris pavement, Rubi lost control of his Ferrari and crashed into a tree, the steering column crushed his chest, he died instantly. The year was 1970, he was 56.

His funeral was attended by Dukes, Barons, Counts, movie stars, politicians, two of the Kennedy sisters, dressmakers and fellow playboys. Odile Rodin would remarry and relocate to New England.

Sources: "Million Dollar Studs" by Alice Leon Moats, "Hollywood In A Suitcase" by Sammy Davis, Jr. and "Trust No One, The Glamorous Life and Bizarre Death Of Doris Duke." by Ted Schwartz and Tom Rybak.

It's an odd thing that Rubi (the one posting on this site), hasn't made an appearance over here to brag about being related to this man, goulet.

Lautaro I brought it to his attention and I wish he would....the one time he discussed his namesake he was very knowledgeable on the subject....Maria Montez is someone else who needs more recognition than that unfortunate airport..... http://www.dominicantoday.com/dr/tourism/2007/9/7/25353/Cafe-Montez-and-Hotel-Atarazana-two-great-choices-in-Dominican-Republic....... If you feel like you need a celebrity encounter, Dominican style, then the place to eat is Cafe Montez on Calle Sanchez. Opened by a husband and wife team who are huge Maria Montez fans, this relatively new restaurant offers traditional food from the Barahona region in the southwest, where Montez was born. If you book ahead, you can also watch any Maria Montez film you want in the upstairs viewing room......How unfortunate this place has been closed for two years now ...it was a charming restaurant that showed her films upstairs......... an idea that was ahead of its time....but the food never arrived at your table that way....The old movie posters were well worth a visit

By John William Tuohy part #1




In 1961, one of the many things that the Chicago mob wanted was a replacement for Cuba, so they looked around for a small, poor country, close to the United States, one that could be easily controlled, preferably run by a corrupt dictator who would allow the outfit to build its casinos on his sandy shores and stockpile its dirty money in phony banks created just for them.

Central America had potential. The Outfit and their occasional partners, the CIA, virtually ran the place anyway, but it was hot, and undeveloped and poor, real poor. And if there was one thing gambling tourists in search of a good time didn't want, it was to look at sweaty, poor, undeveloped locals.

No, Central America wouldn't do.

Then the boys stumbled on the Dominican Republic, just off the Florida coast. It fit the bill exactly. The problem was that, the island's dictator, Raphael Trujillo, was not only losing his mind, he showed signs of warming up to the Soviet block. If that happened, the US would pull its support from the island, and the outfit would have to find another country to corrupt.

Trujillo had his own contacts within the mob. For decades, he and Joe Bonanno, out of New York, had been in various businesses together. When the Kennedy administration broke relations with the Republic, Trujillo traded dope for stolen guns.

Still, the Republic had real potential for Chicago, who weren't greatly concerned for Joe Bonanno, a man they held in contempt. All the mob needed to do was get the Kennedy administration to commit to its continuing support to the Republic with or without Trujillo in charge. And that's when the boys discovered the legendary Dominican Playboy, Porfirio Rubirosa, El Rubirosa.

Rubirosa had spent most of his life in Palm Beach and New York bars trying, and succeeding most of the time, in seducing rich socialites, but he was also a roving ambassador for the Dominican Republic, with two primary duties. One was to make sure companies doing business with his father-in-law's government understood that they were to pad their bills with an extra 15%, which would be kicked back to the dictator's New York based holding companies.

His other duty was to keep track of American based dissidents to Trujillo's reign. Using well paid mob contacts, Rubirosa turned information on the dissidents over to Trujillo's feared and brutal secret police, the SIM, which was under the control of Colonel John Abbes Garcia. He ran the secret police, the SIM (Servicio Intelligencia Militar), which dogged Dominicans all over the world.

On more then one occasion, the SIM simply turned their murderous chores over to one of New York Mafia families to complete. The SIM and the mob kidnapped Dr. Jesus E. Galindez, a lecturer at Columbia University on March 12, 1956. Galindez had been an outspoken opponent of Trujillo.

Two versions were advanced. One was that the SIM kidnapped him and threw him into a ship's furnace. The other is that he was returned to the Dominican Republic and Trujillo himself tortured him. The kidnap murder caused a minor international outrage, and to quell the public, Trujillo hired a New York law firm to investigate the disappearance, but all they could come up with was that Galindez had disappeared.

Porfirio Rubirosa didn't seem the type to run an international terrorist squad. A Dominican by birth, Rubirosa's father had been a general in the army and later the chargé d'affaires in Paris where Rubirosa grew up in the best schools and amongst the best people. He returned to the Dominican Republic in 1926 to study law at the age of 17 but left school to start a military career.

By age twenty, he was a captain and came to the attention of President Trujillo who one day sent the handsome young captain to the airport to pick up his daughter, the plain looking Flor d'Oro -- Rubirosa took the hint and married the girl.

Trujillo eventually rewarded the young Rubirosa's good sense by appointing him the position his father had held in Paris and even when Rubirosa divorced Trujillo's daughter in 1940, he managed to stay in the dictator's good graces and was allowed to retain his diplomatic position as well.

After his divorce, Rubirosa married the French film star Danielle Darrieux and then American tobacco heiress Doris Duke, in 1947. When told that he would have to sign a pre-nuptial agreement minutes before the marriage took place, Rubirosa was so infuriated he smoked a cigarette throughout the entire ceremony. Afterwards, in an effort to soothe him over, Duke presented Rubirosa with a check for $500,000.00, several very expensive sports cars and a converted B-25 airplane, since he was also a pilot, and a string of polo ponies. The marriage lasted for thirteen months.

Next, in 1953, Rubirosa married Woolworth heiress Barbara Hutton, his fourth wife, while carrying on an affair with the much married Zsa Zsa Gabor. He would later be named in her divorce petition. His marriage to Hutton lasted only 53 days during which time Hutton gave him, or spent on him, no less then $3.5 million in cash and gifts.

Rubirosa was the ultimate pleasure seeker who loved the elegant life. Most nights would be spent dining on exotic foods and then drinking and dancing the rest of the evening away to the Latin rhythms that were then so popular with the international set then.

"He also suffered," said a friend, "from a rare disease called priapism which kept him in an almost constant state of sexual arousal and left him unable to be sexually satisfied. He rarely achieved orgasms during sex and then only after hours of struggle. He knew that thing of his was his potential meal ticket and he actually trained to keep it in peak condition. He did exercises for it. He would drink each day a potion called pago-palo which he said came from the bark of a certain tree in the Dominican Republic, he believed that it guaranteed performance ... I once saw him balance a chair with a telephone book on it atop his erection. He said to me, "It's a muscle like any other, it can be strengthened."

By John William Tuohy part # 2

In the spring of 1961, Frank Sinatra, Sam Giancana and John Kennedy's new best friend, tumbled into Rubirosa's life when he, Peter Lawford and Dean Martin rented a luxury yacht in Germany and met with Rubirosa and his wife Odile off the French coast.

Sinatra may have acted as the conduit between the mob, Rubirosa and the elite within the Dominican Republic which was plotting to overthrow Trujillo.

With a verbal commitment, by way of Rubirosa, from the Dominican Republic's elite that the mob would be free to operate there once Trujillo was gone, all that Rubirosa had to do was to assure the Kennedy's that if it assisted in the Dominican military in replacing Trujillo in a coup, that the new government would be pro-United States.

It's also not known if Sinatra set up the meeting, but after his cruise with Sinatra off the French coast, Rubirosa was invited to meet President Kennedy at his summer house on Cape Cod in late September.

Rubirosa would be in the States anyway. The Manhattan District Attorney had summoned him to New York to question him about his role in the mob related kidnap-torture of several Dominican exiles.

The day before Rubirosa, Sinatra and the president met in Cape Cod, Sinatra had spent the afternoon at the White House with performers Danny Kay and Judy Garland, teaching the staff how to make Bloody Mary's and then sipping them out on the rear balcony that overlooks the Washington monument.

The next day, Sinatra took the president's private plane to the Kennedy's summer home on Cape Cod with Peter and Pat Lawford, Ted Kennedy and Porfirio Rubirosa and his wife Odile. The party went sailing on the president's boat, The Honey Fitz, for three and a half hours, during which Sinatra told everyone about his trip to Italy and his meeting with the Pope. When he was finished, a drunken Peter Lawford said, "All your friends in Chicago are Italian too, huh Frank?"

It will probably never be known what Kennedy, Sinatra and Rubirosa discussed out on the Cape, but less than a month after the meeting, John Kennedy gave CIA Director Alan Dulles the okay to assassinate Trujillo and Sam Giancana began his plans to rebuild the Dominican Republic into another pre-Castro Cuba.

Everything was moving along smoothly, until one of Bobby Kennedy's bugs picked up on Giancana's plans to turn the Dominican Republic into another Cuba, with the White House as an unwitting co-conspirator.

Kennedy was enraged at Giancana's gall and ordered the FBI to "lockstep" the mob boss. Wherever Giancana went, the FBI was there.

The pressure from the lockstep got to Giancana and came to a head when Giancana and Phyllis McGuire were returning from Las Vegas to O'Hare airport. When Sam emerged from the plane, with McGuire's hat and pocketbook in hand, FBI agent Roemer "whistled and howled at the gangster and told him how pretty he looked." "That bastard," Giancana said, "started whistling and saying I was queer and everything like that. I wanted to kill him. People gathered around, we were screaming back and forth. Man oh man, it was fuckin' ridiculous....He wanted me to throw a punch, that's what he wanted, the lousy cocksucker."

As Giancana and McGuire raced down the airport's hallways, the agents walking only inches away from Giancana and McGuire kept "telling me what a great ass I had," as Sam said later. Finally Giancana turned and said "Why don't you fellows leave me alone, I'm one of you?" referring to the CIA plot to kill Castro.

"Oh really?" said FBI agent Roemer, "Come on Momo, show us badge."

When Giancana walked away in disgust, Roemer said "Oh come on Moe, we'll show you ours if you show us yours."

Giancana flung himself around to face the agents and screamed, "What do you want to know? Ask me. Go ahead. Anything you want to know. Go ahead."

"OK, tell us what you do for a living."

"That's an easy one. I own Chicago. I own Miami. I own Las Vegas."

More words were exchanged and finally agent Roemer lost control and yelled out to the crowd that had surrounded them.

"Sam Giancana, this slime, is the boss of the underworld here in Chicago, this slime. You people are lucky you're just passing through Chicago and you don't have to live with this jerk."

Momo stuck his face into Roemer's and said: "Roemer you light a fire here tonight that will never go out we'll get you if it's the last thing we do!"

The day after the airport incident, Giancana was still fuming and talking about killing FBI agent Roemer. Cooler heads prevailed and Giancana called off the contract on the agent's life.

Tony Accardo, Giancana's boss, called off the contract, the next day.

As for Rubirosa, in 1968 he ran his sports car, at an estimated 97 miles per hour, into a tree along the French coast and was killed instantly

yukyuk....that is a very interesting jumble of half truths and fantasy that would be a good outline for a screenplay but not close for a history book.....But it helps feed the legend of this interesting man

Have you read the books get back to me when you do

I have read quite a bit of authoritative info on the subject and actually remember the era and for example Zsa Zsa and her black eye those are facts : ....but none of that novela style horseshit you draw most of your sources from

Do you have Stubborn Personality Disorder?

By ELENI GAGE | September 21, 2005



Porfirio Rubirosa was a "Latin lover" back in the days when the term suggested palm trees and romance instead of a "Saturday Night Live" sketch. And he was really quite skilled at his chosen craft. Between 1932 and his death in 1965, Rubirosa married five women, among them two American heiresses (Doris Duke and Barbara Hutton), two French actresses (Danielle Darrieux and Odile Rodin), and the daughter of one Latin American leader (Flor de Oro Trujillo).

Two things set Rubi apart in the race for pre-Hefner Playboy of the Year. The first he explained to the maitre d' who was thrilled to find Rubi sitting with Aly Khan, Baby Pignatari, and Juan Capuro - "the four most famous playboys in the world" - right there in his restaurant: "But there is a difference between me and the other gentlemen," Rubi told him. "They all pay their women, and all my women pay me!"

Rubi's second distinction was the same as that of the porn-star hero of "Boogie Nights," not to mention Milton Berle - and I don't mean comedic timing. In "The Last Playboy: The High Life of Porfirio Rubirosa" (Fourth Estate, 356 pages, $24.95) Shawn Levy devotes a chapter titled "Yul Brynner in a Black Turtleneck" to Rubirosa's legendary appendage. Rubi's valet sold swatches of his boxer shorts as souvenirs. Ribald waiters called their establishment's largest peppermill "the Rubirosa." In the 1950s, when serious newspapers were busy with the House Un-American Committee, tabloids quoted songs referring to Rubirosa as a "Ding Dong Daddy." I shudder to think what his nickname would have been were he a contemporary of Sir Mix-a-Lot.

Mr. Levy seems to have fallen into Rubi's spell, dispensing tips on how to act like a playboy ("You had to be proficient in at least one sport"; explaining that Rubi was a favorite of the Kennedy family, except for "Bobby, the prig" (yes, Papa Joe was really much more fun than Bobby, when he wasn't lobotomizing his children or mixing it up with organized crime figures); and relating breathlessly that Rubi became such a mythic figure that "one glamour gal got a shiner from her husband simply for chatting with him."

But if he has soaked in Rubi's aura (and he does evoke the mood of that swinging, wife-beating era very effectively), he doesn't get inside Rubi's mind. He never hazards a guess as to what (besides cold, hard cash) motivated Rubi to become such a lothario, or a puppet of the Trujillo regime, or a race car driver, or a jewel thief, or a Resistance fighter, among all the many things Rubi was rumored to be. We never get a sense of whether Rubi was ruthless or charming, amoral or empathetic, or a complicated combination of both. At times, he seems to exist simply as ballast to prop up the storied appendage, a man blessed or cursed with a little something extra and destined to live in interesting times (Latin American revolutions? Pre-war Germany? Rat Pack Las Vegas? Rubi was there).

In Mr. Levy's defense, Rubi and many of his contemporaries have died, his two surviving wives were unavailable for comment, and even while alive, Rubi himself may not have been the most introspective of men. (I'm no doctor, but perhaps it was difficult to keep blood circulating to his head?).

At the end of the book, Mr. Levy does a fine job outlining Rubirosa's significance to people who saw him as either a dictator's pawn who betrayed his native Dominican Republic, or a barrier breaking civil rights icon. He quotes Langston Hughes as describing the mixed-race Rubirosa as "a colorful gentleman of color adding color and excitement, romance and the light touch to this rather grim world of wars, poverty and racism in which we live." (Not that Rubi ever used that light touch to extend his hand in marriage to any woman who wasn't white; it seems the gentleman preferred blondes in the mold of conquest Zsa Zsa Gabor.)

Were this discussion at the beginning of the book, rather than the end, the story of Rubirosa's life may have seemed to have more weight. But for most of the book, Rubi comes across like a male precursor to Paris Hilton, someone famous for clothes, cash, and sexual exploits. It's also not clear what makes him the last playboy - well-endowed, well-connected men align themselves with publicity-hungry women to this day. I don't think Paris Latsis or Kevin Federline are in danger of seeking gainful employment anytime soon.

But comparison to the himbos of today does make Rubirosa's allure clear. He spoke several languages, danced beautifully, was a good tipper, and, says one acquaintance, "Could hang on the words of a woman or man who spoke only banalities as if the very future of the world - and his future, especially - depended on these words." Alliterative song titles aside, there was more to this man than his member