Interviews | Militant Lesbian Pornographers

by E. Jean Carroll

There is a wrap party for HOW TO FEMALE EJACULATE in a suite on the 17th floor at the Campton Place Hotel to which the cream of Lesbos has been invited----Pepper, the Puerto Rican Sex Goddess, Elvis Herselvis, the publisher of Spectator ("California's Weekly Sex News & Review"), Danielle Willis, the author of Dogs in Lingerie, and so on, highly elegant, plus a bunch of butches so studly as to bring on fits of erotism throughout the entire hotel.
Pepper still doesn't come on stage for twenty minutes, so Karen and I wander upstairs, say hello to some dancers in the dressing room, and then cross the hall to a line of doors, just like on Monty Hall. The attendant opens one, we step inside, he bows, and closes the door behind us. ("Don't touch anything!" says Karen.) We are in a small dark booth. There is a box of kleenex on a shelf and a big glass window with a slit in the bottom to shove money under. Through the window we can see a blue-lit room and a shiny blue quilt spread out on the floor and on it are two extremely large, but slender women----the big blonde with the pierced nipples and the black headband I do not know. But the raven-haired girl is Danielle Willis, the illustrious author of Dogs in Lingerie.

"Babes!" Danielle shouts, happily.

"Hi!" shouts Karen under the window slit. "It's us!"

Danielle stands up and gives a jolly wave. She is lean as a door jam with a short black net dress on, high heels, an Egyptian bra, Cleopatra eye-make up, a big burgundy mouth with slightly buck teeth, and jet black hair almost to the waist. Her nose looks like the Windsor family's, and in fact she was born into the upper class ("I'm a rich kid, so I have no qualifications whatsoever"), and is a good writer.

"What do you do with that dildo on the wall over there?" says Karen.

"Oh! Let's do that!" cries the big blonde, clapping her hands. Her name turns out to be Leona. She seizes the dildo which is at least ten inches long with a two-pronged, four-inch-wide base and----

"What's she doing?" I say, my heart flopping down to the bottom of my rib cage.

"She's going to become a boy," says Danielle.

"Oh, cool!" says Karen. "She's putting the base horizontally into her vagina. (silence) Huh! (silence) This is so cool!"

I had been told not to touch anything, else I would have fainted dead away against the wall.

"Now she's a boy!" says Danielle. "Do either of you girls have any condoms with you?"

Karen says we do not have any condoms with us and so Leona uses a surgical glove and then proceeds to enjoy Miss Willis in several electrifying positions, flipping her over several times.

I do not know what to say.

"You both have great figures!" I shout.

"Oh, thank you!" says Leona, cheerfully banging away.

"You're both in great shape!"

"Well, we're gonna dance later," says Danielle, with her legs bouncing in the air, "if you guys can stick around."

As a final stroke, the glamourous piece de resistance, Danielle turns over, and Leona, does with her fist what I have only read about in Justine, and then Danielle is up, alive, smoothing down her dress, tossing her hair and laughing like a matador at a corrida. I tell her this may be interesting background for a young writer, but it looks like a hard dollar.
"Actually, it's not," says Danielle, pulling on a pair of black panties. "For me its like living the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I enjoy it."

"Well, you're like Jack London," I say. "He left San Francisco and went to the last frontier..."

Danielle leans over the top of our window and looks down at me.

"And I ran away and joined the circus," she says, laughing.

from Esquire Magazine "Militant Lesbian Pornographers: She-studs at the Frontier of the New Orgasmic Experience" by E. Jean Carroll, December 1992