June 27, 2011 by markstani
This supposed autobiography was published at the height of Linda Lovelace’s fame in 1974. She later denounced it, insisting it was something in which she had no part. But it still serves as a delicious, unintentional parody of all the spewed-out, ghost-written celebrity froth that would follow in the decades ahead.
Of course, there were things I did in a bathroom that no priest ever heard about but that’s a trip of its own. What I’m trying to point out right now is, that while all this secret sex stuff was haunting my brain, I was also planning seriously to become a nun. I guess the word is “paradox” (Editor: please change the word if it’s wrong).