Places I worked - People I met
Sin Luvee Gets Kicked Out
It was early in my strip career, maybe
1973 because Johnny Pons was the manager & he was there for me re
publicity. We worked together to get
some press – he was on the ball {most managers/owners hadn’t a clue.}
The
beginning I wasn’t secure – no one is.
Was I passable, OK or good? It
was hard for me to tell even though the New York audience was the easiest to please & applauded
for everything.
So
one time this nice looking stripper {Her name had to word ‘sin’ in it – NOT
Sintana –but I can’t recall it} comes in, older than me, maybe 35,
experienced. She hangs around, so does
her loser boyfriend. We talk.
After
a while she makes me an offer, now get this,
“I
will TEACH YOU to strip.” Etc etc.
And
I have to PAY HER.
I
actually thought about it – maybe she could give me some pointers, but it got
me extremely depressed that she thought so little of my abilities.
I
told Johnny Pons her offer & next thing I know she storms into my dressing
room & says,
“What
did you tell Johnny Pons? He told me to
just get the fuck out of the theater & never come back!
So
she was thrown out & that was EXACTLY THE RIGHT THING TO DO. Johnny was savvy & he knew immediately
this would have demoralized me & she was taking advantage of my
naiveté. So he was a mensch.
Joe Stricken--Sammy the Mgr & Prayers for
Strippers
Joe
Stricken was obsessed with me. He
followed me around like a lost dog when I walked down the street. One time an officer was near & I just
looked at him & he knew – he told Joe
“Get
away from her.”
Joe
came to every performance of mine at every place in NYC.
One
time we had a gay manager at the Melody.
He was Latin, short & stocky, a great guy. He was redecorating, cleaning & painting. He hired Joe to help. But Joe was in my dressing room so long, when
the job should have taken 45 mins he was there like 3 hours. Sammy decided to sneak up on him to see what
he was doing.
He
said Joe was just holding my wig to his face – not working, & moaning over
& over again,
“Kellie,
oh Kellie, I love you.”
He
told him to get to work or get the fuck out.
Sammy
told me his heartbroken story. He’d been
in love with a guy for years, & the poor bloke died. Sammy cried when he told me. I felt so sorry.
That
night he was shutting down the theater in front – where you pull down those
metal grids so no one breaks through the front windows, when a guy walked tup
to him & started talking.
He
told the guy the theater was closing up, sorry.
The guy kept talking. But there
are no girls here now, Sammy said, but the guy said,
“I
don’t want a girl, I want you.”
Shocked
{the guy was handsome} Sammy took him upstairs for sex, & while the guy was
fucking him, Sammy said,
“Kellie. I know it’s Kellie,”
{meaning
I caused this boon}
And
the guy said,
“Who’s
Kellie? This is for Kellie, & he
thrust hard & had his orgasm.”
Sammy
told me the story smiling.
Pray for Females
I did NOT put out any offers or
invitations, but each stripper in our theater – the Melody – came to me one by
one for counsel & prayer. Each told
me her story of sorrow & woe; I listened with empathy & said deep
hearted prayers.
As I
look back on my life things begin to add up.
I think there’s an instinct or a vibe that people pick up, knowing I am
sent by God & represent Her – not too many words need be spoken, people
just give off certain energies. No other
female I met ever in my work or travels had my vibes or interests at heart –
the way some men were obsessed with me, I was obsessed with God. I guess I talked about God constantly, at
that time I was still under the sway of Rev. Judy Swaggart {I finally quit her
in 1976} & probably talking about her Anointing & Church. So what stripper or adult trade worker does
that? If you talk about God constantly,
you must be of God.
Harlow’s a Female Gets Hysterical
There
was a House of Therapy downstairs called the ‘Lucky Lady Lounge’ & some of
the unfortunate females came up & spoke to me. One became totally hysterical, had a nervous
breakdown when she heard me preach.
She
spoke in broken terms so you could not make sense of her words, she was crying,
& she cried something like,
“I
am just like her, she’s just like me.
They tell me I’m trash, I’m no good, but she is preaching? How can she preach? Am I OK then, am I trash or am I
alright? Because we’re doing the same
thing.”
Her
words did not make sense like that, but I got the meaning. I was breaking the stereotype that we women
in the adult trade are whores. I proved
we can be within the Grace of God. They
had convinced her she was a whore & outside Her Grace, so this was an
upheaval & a shock to her, her mind just broke down from the shock.
Somehow
I comforted her, don’t even remember how, but she finally calmed down after 20
minutes of screaming.
At
another club – way far away in space & time – It was in the South, a truck
stop, a female named Brandy went hysterical screaming,
“You
are my Mother, you are my Mother!”
She
had been adopted & didn’t know who her Mom was, & had been praying for
years to find her, & she was convinced I was it.
But
I told her I couldn’t be, as I was only a few years older than her. I told her God must have been telling her I
was her SPIRITUAL Mother.
It
took her a long time to calm down.
I
think this was Wheeling, West
Virginia, I
vaguely recall but not sure. Instead of
calling me the ‘Preacher’ they just couldn’t.
They called me ‘The Preacher’s Daughter.’ That went with their culture & religion,
it was shocking enough to say that much less than, SHE is the real Preacher!
At
times I gave a sermon here, another time I tried & one female laughed so
loud, like a hyena, I couldn’t go on.
She just wouldn’t stop, she drowned out my words.
One
sad note in Wheeling. Most of the
time men came to me for prayer between shows.
I hung around in the pool table / lounge area to meet folks. One guy told me this, that his daughter got a
fatal illness. He promised God he would
give 3k to the Church if God would cure her – She did.
But
he reneged on the promise. Some time
later, the illness came back.
I
said to the man,
“You
still have time to keep that promise, give the money to the Church. But he walked away sad, I shall never forget
it, he did not want to give the money.
Another
man had a better outcome. He came to me
for prayer re his life, he was unhappy.
I prayed. The next day he came
back beaming,
“I
sold my truck! After you prayed I had
the guts to do this, I quit, I want to spend more time with my family! He thanked God profusely for helping him. I shall never forget how happy he was.
I told
the story elsewhere how in Montreal
I witnessed a suicide. A man jumped on the
track in front of the subway train & was killed. I signed the deposition as I was the only one who
did not jump back, just stood there & looked. I went to the officer’s place next day & asked
what happened. He said the guy had mental
illness – The guy he was with was his lover. He said to him,
“Tell
me you love me, or I will jump on the track.” But the guy wouldn’t, so he jumped.
That
day I began praying to God to give me someone I could prevent from suicide.
A few
months later, at the Plaza Theater in Wash D.C. {not the time I preached in front
of the White House, the next time I was there} came to me & told me he had lost
his job & his girl friend & he wanted to kill himself. I held his hands & prayed for 20 minutes. I then said,
“How
do you feel?”
He said,
“I don’t
want o kill myself any more.”
Suddenly
I remembered what I had asked God months before. {End Chapter
4}