I'd like to share an excerpt from Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam. I think it reveals a side of Hollywood in the '60s and '70s, exploring the decadence and eroticism of the time:

Whenever I have to choose between two evils, I always like to try the one I haven’t tried before.
- Mae West


How would I describe my life? It was a tapestry/potpourri woven out of my darkest dreams and fantasies, an adventure as theatrical as a Fellini film. Exploited sexual orgies and seduction, never knowing what I was going to experience next. We were like The Big Chill on acid. Another thrill. Nothing lasted. Between the decadence and desperation, I was still searching for the traces of my life. I drifted with the drifters. Beautiful men without ambition or souls. Starving out-of-work actors and poets, losing the will to commit.
I was distanced from the terror of my own feelings and the realization of the purity that I had long lost forever. Then I met Patrick, my soul-mate, and I still couldn't commit, my mood swings shifting often in lustful longing or regret. The new becoming more important than the why and then. I was always redefining the dynamics of what I wanted with detachment for what I could be caught in. A trap, wanting to escape from my own self-inflicted reality, exploring and embracing my darker self. My parties in the Canyon made me a Hollywood legend. It certainly wasn't my acting, although I had a good act.