To Kenneth Tynan in the Introduction of of LULU IN HOLLYWOOD - essays by LOUISE BROOKS.
"Having paused to light a cigarette, which provoked a mild coughing spasm, Brooks resumed her story. "I almost forgot a strange incident that happened in 1952. Out of the blue, I got a letter from a woman who had been a Cherryvale neighbor of ours. She enclosed some snapshots. One of them showed a nice-looking neighbor of ours. She enclosed some snapshots. One of them showed a nice looking gay haired man of about fifty, holding the hand of a little girl - me. On the back she'd written, 'This is Mr. Feathers, an old bachelor who loved kids. He was always taking you to the picture show and buying you toys and candy.' That picture brought back something I'd blacked out of my mind for - what? - thirty-seven years. When I was nine years old,. Mr. Feathers molested me sexually. Which forged another link between me and Lulu: when she had her first lover, she was very young, and Schigolch, the man in questions, was middle -aged. I've often wondered what effect Mr. Feathers had on my life. He must have had a great deal to do with forming my attitude towards sexual pleasure. For me, nice, soft, easy men were never enough - there had to be an element of domination - and I'm sure that's all tied up with Mr. Feathers. The pleasure of kissing and being kissed comes from somewhere entirely different, psychologically as well as physically. Incidentally, I told my mother about Mr. Feathers, and - would you believe it? (Peal of laughter.) She blamed me! She said I must have led him on. It's always the same, isn't it?" And Brooks ran on in this vein, discussing her sex life openly and jauntily, unbuckling one more notch of the Bible Belt with every sentence she uttered."
Excerpted from LULU IN HOLLYWOOD - essays by Louise Brooks
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