So here's the thing.
When I look at Picasso's "Les Demoiselles d'Avignon," I admire it for what I see there. I don't care that Picasso had a bunch of mistresses; he was a great painter. When I watch Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. deliver his "Promised Land" speech, I admire the oratory and the content; I don't care about his private life. When I eat in a restaurant, I eat there because of the food, not because of what the chef does in his spare time. When I hire a plumber, I'm interested in his or her plumbing skills, not their personal financial history. When I watch a movie, I don't ask myself if the director, or the editor, or the star, ever acted inappropriately with an actress, or served a date white wine when she really wanted red. When I read a book, or a magazine article, I read it for the content, not to put the author on a pedestal, or because I care about what he did yesterday, or last year, or how many times he's been married, or whether he's picked up some speeding tickets along the way.
Maybe I should ask myself all of those things, and only appreciate work done by those who have achieved a level of personal perfection which matches my own
. Life would be a whole lot less interesting if I did that though. And I'd be doing a whole lot of due diligence instead of just enjoying life. Having said that, if the fact that you're a sleeze is well known and bleeds into those areas of your life that do interest me, then yes, of course it will have an impact on my choices. Otherwise, life's too short.