John Stagliano - Private Life

Private Life

Stagliano was in a relationship with pornographic actress Krysti Lynn (aka Shawna Yager) during 1993. She was driving Stagliano's Acura Legend when she died on December 7, 1995, in an accident in Calabasas.

In 1997, Stagliano tested positive for HIV. To date, medication has kept the virus in check. He continues to produce adult films and still acts in non-sexual roles.

He married former porn star Tricia Devereaux, who is also HIV positive, on November 26, 2008. They had previously been common-law married since 1999, and they have a daughter Isabella Joi, who was born March 3, 2001. She is HIV negative. Stagliano espouses a libertarian political philosophy, and has been a significant financial contributor to the Cato Institute and the Reason Foundation, both libertarian think tanks.


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