Yesterday I posted on April Speaks a post to a 55-year-old woman who was coming to the realization that it was time for her to live some of the adventures she had alway dreamed of. At an early age when I watched a distant train from my aunts front lawn in rural Springfield, Wisconsin, disappear around a bend, I was smitten by wonder as to where that train had gone.
My father left my mother when I was three or four so the burden was lifted from me having to be a chip off the old block. Adventure was in my future and I soon took advantage of it. At seven I mingled with the young black boys around the Fort Knox PX where I had my own shoe shine business and when I wasn’t working wandered deep into the woods surrounding the trailer where I lived with my “new” father, an Army dentist who my mother remarried to give her and me a family life.
When he was reassigned to Fort Ord, California I continued to seek adventure, having no fear of hitch-hiking, even late at night when my first encounter with a gay pedophile had me jumping out of his car and running home at heart breaking speed where I was too embarrassed to tell my parents what had just happened.
My refuge was in the pictures of the “cheesecake” magazines that I stole from the magazine racks of local stores. Pictures of Tempest Storm and Lilly St Cyr put my body into an ecstatic state, this despite the fact that I only knew what an orgasm was because my black friend who I shinned shoes with while I was living in Erlangen, Germany, invited to show me at his house when his parents were away where he jacked off while sitting in his bathtub.
When I arrived at MIT in 1958, I was still a naive virgin but one who came with a small stash of girlie books to fantasize and find orgasmic relief in between the intense studying it took to keep up with the pressure in that august school. MIT only had one female student at that time. Women were still considered not to have minds that were conducive to math and science. But it didn’t take long for me to find that the Old Howard in seedy Scollay Square provided real live girls who left my crotch wet by the end of their shows. The burlesque theatre became such an obsession that I flunked out from school in three years and headed to Berkeley to embark on a new adventure. There I would become part owner in a club called the Cabale with Rolf Cahn, whose family had escaped Nazi Germany, and Debbie Green, the most beautiful soft-hearted woman I had ever laid my eyes on.
Berkeley was a haven for rebels, male and female. Free love was abundant and woman like my partner, Debbie Green and Janis Joplin came to the Bay Area and the Cabale to grow their careers. A 18-year-old bright-eyed black girl, a virgin when she arrived but not much longer, would go on to England to star in the British musical Hair and have a child with Mick Jagger. She was the inspiration for the Stone’s song, “Brown Eyed Girl.”
But I was still intimidated by Girls and sex and when I moved to Los Angeles, penniless, decided to do something about it. I became a nude model and eventually a producer of adult fare. The girls I encountered were by and large intelligent, some even with college degrees. They were young woman tired of being told that their only purpose in life was to be an incubator to make a man a baby, preferrably male, to carry on the family name. I soon learned that they enjoyed sex, but only on their own terms They enjoyed being admired but not groped like our current President thinks is his prerogative.
Now women are realizing that they have the right to enjoy their bodies and their brains. Today I read an article about Frances Arnold, the first woman to win the Millennial Technology Prize for her discoveries in the field of Organic Chemistry. Recently I advised a sexy dentist from Las Vegas who delighted me with a flash of her shaved pussy when she stayed overnight at our home -my wife of 45 years has had many adventures of her own – that the guy she was dating who told her that the Koran said it was alright to hit a woman as long as it didn’t leave a mark the next day was a jerk – right out of the dark ages. I told her to dump him. Woman around the world, thanks to the internet, are freeing themselves from the sick dogma of religion, be it Muslim, Catholic, Evangelical or Mormon. Maybe someone like me, a pornographer can put it into terms that make sense. When I was recently in the ICU in Santa Monica for stomach problems, the beautiful Asian nurses were so fascinated by the fact that I had made porn movies that one even went so far as to buy my book “Take Your Shame And Shove It” Maybe Trump won the day, but he’s not going to win the war. No politician or religion has the right to tell us, man or woman, what we can do with our brains or our bodies. We will not back down.