This is the first letter I’ve ever written to your magazine, but I’m just turned on enough to do it. I’ve been reading Forum for a while now and I think your heart’s in the right place. But there’s still a lot going on that you haven’t begun to talk about.

I can speak with some real knowledge because I’m a call girl. I’m not ashamed of my work. It’s an honest job and I earn my pay by giving good services for money received — just like any business person. I work in Los Angeles, and among my clients are men whose names and faces are familiar to millions. If their fans and admirers had any idea how “bent” they were, they’d go out of their minds.

For instance, I know a producer whom I service about once a month. He gets his sexual kicks from having me shit on his face — he loves it. In fact, that’s the only thing that turns him on. I know this for a fact because, out of curiosity, I’ve offered him other trips for free and he’s turned them down. Well, as they say, there’s no accounting for taste.

Then there’s an actor who would be recognized by just about anyone in the country. There are thousands of women who would pay to go to bed with him and yet he’s impotent! He gets his kicks by hiring six women (believe me, he can afford it) and then going down on them, one after the other, for hours, until he’s exhausted.

I also know a famous couple who hire me and another girl to do a lesbian show for them. After we’ve gotten into it, the wife joins in, and then the three of us go at it hot and heavy until the husband gets completely turned on and balls his wife. What’s strange is that he’s never touched either me or the other girl. It’s a weird kind of fidelity he’s into.

I’ve also been seeing a director for a few years, a man who’s done half a dozen top pictures. He’s into a completely masochistic bag. He loves it when I insult him, call him vile names and walk on him with spike-heeled shoes. The more he’s degraded, the more he loves it. When he really gets turned on, he masturbates and, after he comes, he crawls away and gets dressed without even looking at me.

My favorite is a writer, a very intelligent guy, who wants me to put a dog collar around his neck and lead him around on a leash while he barks. He makes me wear miniskirts so he can look up my crotch while he’s walking on all fours. I’m supposed to pretend he’s a real dog, and after half an hour of putting him through his paces he goes down on me while playing with himself. He’s really a character.

I could go on and on, but I just wanted you to know that there are a lot of weird things going on behind closed doors in this country. And from my experience, the richer they are the stranger their sexual appetites. However, I can’t complain. They pay well.