By Stacey Keith
STRIPPED DOWN: a unadorned Memoir is a glance again at a surreal international saved conscientiously hidden from public view. This chronicle of lifestyles within the epidermis exchange follows the meteoric upward push of Stacey Keith, a lady scarcely out of her teenagers whose eye-popping resources release her from rainy T-shirt contests to the catwalks of Houston, strip bar capital of the realm. virtually in a single day, she is chanced on by way of a well-known porn big name, who Svengalis her onto the pages of Playboy, Penthouse, and dozens of different men’s magazines. whereas strutting her stuff onstage and around the state, Stacey makes the fateful determination to go to Hollywood. She’s obtained every thing a woman may perhaps wish: popularity, awareness, unending piles of cash...but no suggestion what awaits her. With net porn overtaking men’s magazines, every body from her Mafia-boss street supervisor to her smarmy expertise agent pressures Stacey to do greater than simply flash her flesh. Uber-boob filmmaker Russ Meyer verbally abuses her; rocker Don Henley attempts to exploit her. but via all of it, from the warped misogyny of Playboy to the S&M dungeons of the Pacific Palisades, Stacey’s darkish, self-deprecating humor will go away you guffawing, crying and rooting for her at each step of ways.
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You’re the main appealing lady I’ve ever seen,” he tells me. “If you have been my female friend, i might deal with you're keen on gold. i am getting despatched plenty of locations, you recognize. not only Texas, yet Hawaii, even Japan. I’d be so proud to have you ever with me. You’d by no means need to paintings back. ” For one short, loopy moment, I think of working off with him. yet then I snap out of it. in contrast to Zack, Toomey hasn't ever noticeable me schlepping to the kitchen at 5 within the morning donning a ratty T-shirt and boy shorts, my hair a depraved mess. Toomey is in love with a fable. I’m not likely this lady I play on degree, a intercourse bomb in excessive heels and let-me-blow-you lipstick. He doesn’t recognize that I’m the Clark Kent of porn—one means at the open air and otherwise at the within. On my final afternoon in El Paso, Zack and that i get to the membership early, stressed either one of us for purposes we don’t comprehend. We sit down outdoor the trailers with Mariana, observing the 1st rays of sundown flood the wasteland with purple and gold. there's quite a bit area the following, never-ending sand, scrub, the miracle of small plant life. You can’t support yet permit your options variety out, miserable notwithstanding they are. So I test to not imagine. finally, the wilderness is stark and gorgeous and necessary of my complete awareness. A brown hare lopes alongside the sting of the two-lane highway. within the garden chair beside me, Mariana nurses her child and speaks to Zack in her delicate liquid Spanish. It’s bought to be lonely out right here, day by day with the children and no automobile. The goat noses round the stingy plants, then stares at us accusingly with its yellow eyes. youngsters play in the back of the trailer, their voices emerging and falling, English and Spanish, a melody. without warning I detect why this feels correct. this is often genuine. not anything that occurs inside of a membership is actual. under no circumstances the promise of intercourse. The track perpetuates a delusion. The make-up and hair extensions and boob jobs and liposuctions gas the ever-swirling vortex of desire—desire that isn't own, that consists of no human connection, yet is an finish unto itself. yet Mariana and her child and the wasteland sundown and her trailer—these are genuine. The dream crushers of Hollywood, Playboy, Penthouse, these factories of phantasm, now not a rattling factor genuine there, except it’s the stink of ego and cash. For the 1st time i actually realize it. the complete approach is a lie. I’ve been looking for my very own mirrored image in a single of these distorted carnival mirrors. I’m hardly ever a genius for purchasing this. yet all of us glance open air ourselves for validation. all of us hand our strength away. So might be the correct query then isn't really what i'm going to do whilst the company leaves me in the back of, yet what i will be able to do this feels genuine. I used to think that my lack of ability to paintings a “regular” workplace gig was once an ethical failing or an indication of immaturity. might be my short forays into company tradition, temping as a secretary the following or receptionist there, have been an identical artificially-flavored bullshit as what I’m doing now, merely socially-sanctioned and fully-clothed. So what's genuine? With a grin, Mariana deals to allow me carry the newborn. I’m a bit afraid.