If you want to find out more about the steamy, salacious sex in 'Too Old to be a Hooker…Too Young to be a Madam' for your beach read, you'll have to buy my novel. These are just snippets to entice you! Elissa Eaton

CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
THE RECKLESS YEARS

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. We dug the zombies, becoming zombies; mesmerized by the Beatles higher than "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds."
I looked like a slinky dream, living the lush life. The smooth mellow sounds of The Mammas and the Papas “California Dreaming”, blaring throughout my sky cliff mountain meadowlark retreat, best describes that erotic era.
My young actress girlfriends and I dropped Quaaludes to cure our anxiety attacks when we didn't get the parts. We sipped Piper Brut with a lot of brutes, paying the piper the next morning after sharing our skins till the birds chirped in another day.
Years later, I ended up in boy-toy detox, no longer intrigued with Hollywood and the hopes and dreams of fame and fortune. Rehabilitation was my bedrock of reality. The resolution was that I just had to keep going. The joy and need to create art was so overpowering it filed that empty hole. My greatest heartache and terror was experiencing life and sobriety on its own terms.

‘Too Old to be a Hooker...Too Young to be a Madam’ is available at the following
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