“Oh my god, oh my god, that is my favorite movie, I love that film so much! Oh yeah, that feels so good. I went absolutely nutty, stuttering and muttering: In the early morning hours, we started in on round two, when the little strands of conversation revealed that this man had written the novel and screenplay for one of my favorite films from childhood, Inside Daisy Clover (1965). He seemed impossibly old, but I also found him to be impossibly desirable. I had smoked a joint that had been enhanced with something extra, because I don’t remember how I ended up in bed with the handsome 50 year old gentleman. I was hungry for experiences, and was not above putting out my crack for my crack at show business. I was feeling very democratic and especially open-minded in those days. I liked being the object of desire, and being a bit of a slut. I actually didn’t mind being objectified and passed around by older guys. This was the only period in my life when I was considered an ingénue. I won’t give up the name of the host, but I will tell you kids that I held the 1953 Tony statue that he received for producing the Leonard Bernstein musical Wonderful Town as he did unspeakable things to my 20 year old body. I met Gavin Lambert in autumn 1973 at a coke fueled, debauched, all-male party at the Hollywood Hills home of a famed Academy Award nominated, Tony Award winning producer.
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