Kinky Business

I used to be addicted to the literary genre of the celebrity memoir. I can’t explain my subtle fascination with star biography, but it’s safe to say I used to devour them with alarming speed. Maybe it is a cheap trick to achieve a false friend. It is a shortcut to intimacy with a well known person you will never meet. Often, I will be traveling the city streets alone. And having a book-mate makes me feel less lonely. They say “you know when you have read a good book, when you turn the last page and you feel like you lost a friend”. If that is true, I have an army of famous friends that have gone missing from my bookshelf. But I have to say I don’t recall the majority of minor details from these tomes. I have a decent memory, but the bits and pieces from this font of knowledge are fuzzy. It is the rare ancient anecdote that stands out. But there is one incident that I can remember with precise clarity. Traci Lords has certainly taken the road less traveled on her journey from porn star to legit actor. But the tragic incident that left me in shock and awe had nothing to do with the sex trade. In fact, it was a simple story of love affair gone wrong. She had just moved in with a fellow thespian. She was a cat person, and he owned two canines. It sounds like a sitcom, but they manged to temporarily create a happy family. Until the day, she discovered her kitty’s mauled carcass on her back porch. There a moments when apologies do not suffice. It does not matter how many times your significant other tells you he’s sorry. You’ve truly reached the point of no return. It may have been a freak accident, but the vivid image of the dead feline is impossible to forget. And I am allergic to the hairy beast! Regardless, there was controversy when TL became one of the first “sex workers” to transition into mainstream entertainment. Believe it or not, it used to be a little taboo! Long before Ashely Dupree was offering download tracks from Myspace, this porn princess rocked the party.