Hi. My name is Felicia
Fox. I’m an adult film actress, a model for men’s magazines, and a traveling
feature entertainer and exotic dancer. My home is in Dayton Ohio, (although I’m never
there, being on the road about 44 weeks per year), and I’m an all-natural 36D-25-36
brunette, which makes me an anomaly in the sex biz, populated as it is with hundreds of blonde
beanpoles with breast implants. Which is not a crack, by the way, because many of those same
blonde beanpoles are very close friends of mine whom I dearly love. But, anyway... The Mayor
has asked me to write a monthly column for everyone about MY LIFE IN THE SEX INDUSTRY. He
believes, for some bizarre, probably narcotics-induced reason, that the little details and
anecdotes of the strange things that happen to me on a daily basis while on the road might be
interesting to all of you out there in cyberspace. I think you should be asking HIM about HIS
sex life, which would probably make a lot more interesting reading. Regardless, I’m going
to spend a little time with you each month relating all the funny little stories and incidents
that have happened to me since I started dancing at the tender age of 17. Which is a story in
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In the
cuming months -- whoops --- you’ll be able to read all about my career and learn more
than you ever wanted to know about this endangered species known as Felicia Fox, who is almost,
but not quite, Me. (We share a comfortable co-existence in the same body -- sort of like
sex-industry schizophrenia.) I’ll tell you all my stories, about the video shoots and
hot lesbian sex and what it’s like to hang out with Ron Jeremy, about the traveling,
and the girls, and the sex, and my best buddy Anthony up in NYC, and how I set the stage
on fire in Des Moines, and getting stranded in Wyoming for two weeks, and almost getting
arrested, and the guy who paid me to drink my piss in Abilene, and being on the Bob and
Tom Show, and how I met Kid Rock and Jonathan Davis, and how I set a man on fire in
Tennessee with my flash pots, and just all sorts of kooky stuff. If you have any questions
about anything you read you can feel free to email me.
Everything
I’ll tell you is 100% true, I promise you that. I’m really
not much of a liar -- no imagination for that kind of thing. I’ll just relate the
stories the way they happened and we’ll go from there. Alot of people believe that
all the women in this business are stupid, or sleazy, or that we’re all drug addicted
whores, or that we all live from gig to gig, supporting jobless boyfriends who beat us
when we don’t bring home enough money, or that we were all molested as children.
Well, the truth is, YOU’RE RIGHT. Some women in this business ARE like that. Just
like some women who work at Dollar General are beaten daily, and some women who work at
the factory use drugs and sleep around, and some women who are doctors are addicted to
drugs. The fact is, most women in my business are not as poorly adjusted to adult life as
you may think. Some are, most are not. I’m not -- I know that. I rarely drink, I
don’t do drugs (although I don’t look down on people who do), and I wasn’t
molested as a child. I just happen to really enjoy what I do, and enough people think
I’m good at it so that it’s allowed me to make my living this way. I’m
lucky.
Check back in
this space every month and spend a little quality time with me. And if you like what
you’re reading email me
or e-mail The Mayor
and tell him so. Being onstage performing is great, because you get the applause right
away, but doing the videos and magazines and internet work isn’t the same because you
don’t get that immediate feedback -- sometimes you wonder if anyone is paying
attention. So don’t be afraid to give me a shout now and then and tell me if
there’s anything you’d like me to talk about here. See you next month. Until
then, be safe.
Love,
Felicia Fox |
