Full Service: My Adventures in Hollywood and the Secret Sex Lives of the Stars

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He claims that theirs was a marriage of convenience, that their supposed romance was a cover story for Edward's homosexuality, the real reason he abdicated.

Eventually, a trailer was set up in the gas-station parking lot where gay, lesbian, and straight trysts were arranged discreetly by Scotty--not, he insists, for money but because he enjoyed helping people find sexual gratification (though he is careful to point out that the participants were free to exchange money among themselves; one wonders why he is so eager not to define himself as a pimp). Bowers isn't dead (yet), but all but one of the people mentioned in the book are, so not like anyone featured is going to comment. It is "Scotty Bowers"– a name that had me thinking of the Bowers who perished with the great, gloomy Scott 100 years ago in the Antarctic; if only our author had been in that tent. That's one of the weirder parts of reading this book: the depraved sex acts aren't the most incredulous things in it.Bowers positions himself as the central figure of dozens, maybe hundreds, of celebrities' lives, which is - to put it mildly - difficult to believe. In the book he is absolutely respectful of the people he fell in love with - he continues to visit and support one of them financially for nearly her entire adult life; he has nothing but good things to say about another one despite their 'drifting apart' after a number of years.

He knew if he allowed certain things or did certain things he would get coins and coins met survival for him, his siblings and his mother. He justifies this by saying that indulging people's voyeurism is no different from any other kink he serviced, but the fact that the couples in question didn't consent to putting on this show and weren't being paid or even informed after the fact is gross. Bowers knew Hollywood like no one else, invited behind closed doors to observe firsthand the true stories of America's dream factory.But here's the catch — he serviced the highest ranks of the closeted members of Hollywood, right during the Golden Age of movies.

But he does his best and I appreciated it and the fact that for him love came first and then the sex was affected by its presence.It seems that, overall, he made sure to surround himself with those whose laissez-faire approach mirrored his own. Is it because Hoover, from the grave, still manages to exert some sort of attenuated ability to blackmail people into silence? There must be a whole new brand of syphilis with your name on it - The Bowers strain would have raged through Hollywood had this book been true.