One night the feds busted into Lords' Hollywood pad and carried the screaming girl off to redemption. Some of her fans turned out to be FBI agents. Guys had to slink into creepy movie houses, sit on sperm-stained seats with their raincoats bunched in their laps. You couldn't watch Traci in your living room with a Bud and a bag of chips. She'd let herself be filmed performing every form of sexual act except - as she assures us - anal sex. She's too beautiful to care about her notorious past.īack in the Reagan era she would sprawl naked, legs akimbo, before some unshaved schlub clutching a Nikon. In publicity photos Traci Lords always appears as a radiant woman. Traci teases the shutterbugs by holding her new memoir, "Underneath It All," over her mouth and peering at her attackers with impish eyes. Maybe a young silent movie star - Mary Pickford crossed with Lillian Gish. She was born Norma Louise Kuzma and took her last name from Jack Lord, star of "Hawaii Five-O." Lords was never a choir girl, but she now holds herself like a woman from a more innocent time. Men and women are shouting, "Traci, look at me! Traci, smile! This way, Traci, this way!" Their prey is Traci Lords, former porn star and now author. Press photographers - freelance, wire service, Weegee wannabes - corner her in the back of a railroad car-narrow bar in New York. The book party mob rushes the small woman and begins smacking her with light.
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