That's 'Slut' with a capital 'S'
Could history get more oral? By Dian Hanson and Vanessa del Rio
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And cab drivers, they're so accessible. You get in the car and they're there! In the late '70s there was a cab driver I picked up and I started to show him my tits in the cab and then spread my legs, as if innocently, knowing he was watching in the mirror. I told him to pull up at the Skylight Motel [a fierce dive] on 9th Avenue and 40-something Street. I offered him double the meter and he paid for the room. He started eating my pussy. I'd just bought a magazine where I had a layout and I pulled it out of my bag and opened it so he could look at me in the magazine as he was eating my pussy. Jeez,was I the Slut Monster or the Slut Superhero? I should have worn a cape! [roaring with laughter] I don't think I ever considered the danger with cab drivers; at that moment it was just what I wanted to do. And if I was horny, I did it. It wasn't calculated. If you're a woman who's going to live out her life as the archetypal slut/whore - such lovely words - then you just go with it. Besides, most men are terrified of such a woman so I suppose I was in control. Most men never even imagine they'll experience such a rare creature in their lifetimes!
Out Of The Underground
When I got into it this was an extension of play. Only you got paid. But you got paid so little you had to get something else out of it. And we had a subculture called the "porn business" that was extremely underground, totally taboo, and there were free thinkers and free spirited people who did this for money and for fun. You were pushing your own boundaries as much as society's, but you also didn't think anybody was going to see you sucking dick on film.We weren't aware of how popular pornography was becoming. It was like a drumbeat running in the background.We were having fun, doing drugs, going to discos and meanwhile this thing was happening and it caught a lot of us by surprise. Suddenly, if you lived in New York, there began to be marquees with your face on them, huge. I was really surprised the first time I was recognized on the street. Overnight the underground moved above ground and we became stars.
Beyond Masturbating
There was a cop in Chicago who was completely awestruck. When I danced there my dressing room was filled with flowers from him. His sister came to see me and told me it was because I had saved his life. He was an undercover drug cop and was in a sting that went wrong and he got shot. He was in the hospital and all that kept him alive was thinking about a scene I was in, holding it in his mind. And it kept him alive! At the moment he was dying this is what flashed through his mind? But you could see it was real. I saw the sincerity in his eyes and his sister was there to back it up. She was also grateful and wanted to come to let me know it was real.
A Form of Rebellion
Today they call them roughies. Back then there was no special name; they were just the ones with sex and S/M in the same movie, and yes, I did enjoy making them. Later it became that if there was penetration and rough sex the woman had to have a smile on her face to show she was enjoying it. Not the men, though. You could always punish men. The Avon theater group made all these films. They owned two or three theaters in Times Square that showed exclusively S/M films.
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And cab drivers, they're so accessible. You get in the car and they're there! In the late '70s there was a cab driver I picked up and I started to show him my tits in the cab and then spread my legs, as if innocently, knowing he was watching in the mirror. I told him to pull up at the Skylight Motel [a fierce dive] on 9th Avenue and 40-something Street. I offered him double the meter and he paid for the room. He started eating my pussy. I'd just bought a magazine where I had a layout and I pulled it out of my bag and opened it so he could look at me in the magazine as he was eating my pussy. Jeez,was I the Slut Monster or the Slut Superhero? I should have worn a cape! [roaring with laughter] I don't think I ever considered the danger with cab drivers; at that moment it was just what I wanted to do. And if I was horny, I did it. It wasn't calculated. If you're a woman who's going to live out her life as the archetypal slut/whore - such lovely words - then you just go with it. Besides, most men are terrified of such a woman so I suppose I was in control. Most men never even imagine they'll experience such a rare creature in their lifetimes!
Out Of The Underground
When I got into it this was an extension of play. Only you got paid. But you got paid so little you had to get something else out of it. And we had a subculture called the "porn business" that was extremely underground, totally taboo, and there were free thinkers and free spirited people who did this for money and for fun. You were pushing your own boundaries as much as society's, but you also didn't think anybody was going to see you sucking dick on film.We weren't aware of how popular pornography was becoming. It was like a drumbeat running in the background.We were having fun, doing drugs, going to discos and meanwhile this thing was happening and it caught a lot of us by surprise. Suddenly, if you lived in New York, there began to be marquees with your face on them, huge. I was really surprised the first time I was recognized on the street. Overnight the underground moved above ground and we became stars.
Beyond Masturbating
There was a cop in Chicago who was completely awestruck. When I danced there my dressing room was filled with flowers from him. His sister came to see me and told me it was because I had saved his life. He was an undercover drug cop and was in a sting that went wrong and he got shot. He was in the hospital and all that kept him alive was thinking about a scene I was in, holding it in his mind. And it kept him alive! At the moment he was dying this is what flashed through his mind? But you could see it was real. I saw the sincerity in his eyes and his sister was there to back it up. She was also grateful and wanted to come to let me know it was real.
A Form of Rebellion
Today they call them roughies. Back then there was no special name; they were just the ones with sex and S/M in the same movie, and yes, I did enjoy making them. Later it became that if there was penetration and rough sex the woman had to have a smile on her face to show she was enjoying it. Not the men, though. You could always punish men. The Avon theater group made all these films. They owned two or three theaters in Times Square that showed exclusively S/M films.
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