I wrote a memoir! It’s heartwrenching, heartbreaking, funny, scary and ultimately uplifting. It’s a roller-coaster ride. It’s funny and sad, comic and tragic, crazy and mellow, sinful and saintly, insane and enlightening, reckless and endearing. It’s sexy and silly. It’s smart and stupid. It’s chances taken and missed, and opportunities offered and found. It’s friends made and loves lost. It’s a car-chase in a ghetto and a horse-ride in a field. It’s drugs and yoga. It’s rock & roll and gospel. And it’s always loving, like a guardian angel.
I went from family tragedy in Australia to 80s and 90s Los Angeles, with crazy twists along the way. And back again. I reveled in the hedonistic pursuits of the Hollywood lifestyle of its time, and then stumbled into a career in the niche world of a Dominatrix.
Really, though, I’m a square, proper girl. My friends at Lady Laura’s Dominion said I was a “Pollyanna” (not my work name; you’ll just have to read the book to find out.) I was always faithful to my boyfriend or husband, I was always on time for work, I kept myself really fit at the gym regularly, and I ate a very healthy diet (and still do).
And I did cocaine. Lots of cocaine (not any more, though.)
Good thing I had an uncanny survival instinct.
My ex-convict ex-husband contacted me after 20 years from America and told me that he was writing a memoir. Of course, I was to be in it, so I began helping him with research for a few years, going back and forth to America. After reading his chapters about me, I knew that I had to tell my story myself. Perhaps a legacy for my family, as well, telling them what I was actually doing over in the States for 20 years. My side of this story, so to speak. So, I started out writing a journal. As I read snippets to friends and family they said, “oh, this is really good! You should write a book.” And that's what inspired me. It was a very cathartic experience and my stories just poured out.
This wasn’t easy to write; for twenty years since moving back to Australia I’d never told anyone even a hint of what I did in America (being a square has its advantages.) But I was totally honest and I did not hold back at all. It's what happened to a fearless, brave, beautiful young girl with a few stars in her eyes. It’s a decidedly unvarnished and, in some respects, pretty damning account of my life in the dark side of Tinseltown.
It's not a success story; it's a survival story. It's Kiss My Boots.
It’s my story.
P.S.: Today I’m a yoga instructor and a licensed civil wedding celebrant. Yes, I’m still me! - J.L.