Tera Patrick, the successful adult entertainment star, is signing copies of her autobiography “Sinner Takes All” at Booksoup on the Sunset strip . 
I’m totally tempted to make lots of trite comments about her literary ability…but I gotta resist. In the spirit of American-ness- fair play to her. She worked hard to get where she is. Is she going to hell? Is she a wanton temptress? Or is she a victim? God only knows. The adult entertainment industry has victims and addicts of all sorts on either side of the fence. However, unfortunately, most women in the industry probably come off worse than the men who control it. The directors and producers rake in big bucks while many chicks only get a couple hundred bucks a bang. And there ain’t no Screen Actors Guild to look after them. The woman, at once lauded for their beauty, are also objectified and demeaned. I think it is strange that the leaders of the free world-the USA- doesn’t regulate the industry a bit better. It’s never going to go away and there are arguments for it under freedom of speech but people involved need protection. The number of ladies who emerge from the industry as authors who have signings at Booksoup is small. There’s organizations like GirlsAgaistPorn who are concerned about this if you are interested.
As it happens, and as it can only happen in West Hollywood, there is a nice couple who live in my apartment block. She is very quite and nice. She is also an ex-adult entertainment star. She is quite well known. Apparently you can buy a kind of action doll of her in the Hustler shop on Sunset. She now blogs to her fans AND writes books and poetry. The theme of some of her writing is to make girls think twice before getting involved in the industry. All power to her.
LA is definitely a big boys play ground. If you want to get into trouble you can. It was less than a mile away from my apartment on Sunset that Hugh Grant got arrested with Desiree. (Apparently the police had turned a blind eye on many occasions but he was taking the piss and they had to book him) And down on Santa Monica blvd the trannies hang out and dream that Mister Edward Murphy’s limo will pull up on their block.
I hear he is very good at golf.
The guy in my block, who kinda pisses me off a bit, is the music producer. He’s in his early fifties. He lives alone. He likes to party. One afternoon while I was in my study I heard a car pull up in the parking space below it. There was laughter and giggling. I spied out of my window and he was with two Russian girls. They were thirty years younger than him. “Lets go party,” he said. “You pay first. We party after,” the savviest of the girls said. I was kind of amazed. This was first class eavesdropping. It certainly beats my curtain twitching in Edinburgh where the most exciting thing my neighbors did was forget to pick up their doggie poop. I told my wife about this later. She barely blinked. She said something like, “Welcome to Hollywood”.
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