There was a big article about him in maybe even The New Yorker years ago. I think they did an article on porn stars. I think he has a company near LA and his name is like Charles Peyton, or something like that. I think they bashed his son because they thought he was not American.
Charles Caspar Peyton, so you're, um, bang on there, NYh.
If we're talking about the same article, it was indeed in
The New Yorker, a piece by Susan Faludi published in October 1995.
Stryker seems to have been living in a suburb of LA at the time.
The article was pegged on the suicide of Cal Jammer, a male porn star of whom I was completely unaware (not that with my acquaintance with porn was particularly vast).
Stryker was perfect!!!!!! Perfect cock!!!! Perfect EVERYTHING!
Well, he seemed amazingly toned back then (though bodies, for better or worse, have gotten far more buff in the interim).
And he really conveyed a sense of attitude that was at once impressive and hilarious.
At some point, he took over direction of his own movies, and some viewers noticed that his physique just wasn't shown to the same advantage when he was calling the camera shots.
Proof, I suppose, of the magic of camera vantage and angle of view and stuff like that.