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

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He says he went on to sire other children with other women, some deliberately, others not; he says he never accepted payment for offering up his end of conception for these infertile couples, and then talks about how he longs to know how those kids' lives turned out. Given the fact that Scotty has nothing but fond memories of his own sexual awakening--which included a prepubescent seduction by a hired hand on his family farm and a clique of Catholic priests who passed him around like a sex doll (Scotty had more partners before the age of 16 than most people have in their whole lives)--it is hard to imagine, in the climate of the 1940s and '50s, that he would have any qualms about hooking up Flynn, others, perhaps even himself with minors. Some are almost mind-blowingly unlikely (again, Charles Laughton…oof), and yet, the only ones that really feel off are the times when he claims things about activities with civilians, not people in Hollywood. He tries to up the ante by moving onto exceptionally lurid and very graphic scatalogical stuff involving Charles Laughton and Tyrone Power, but the effect isn't titillation, which is clearly what he's angling for; rather, it's disgust.

There may be a gray area as far as Scotty's own short latency period and his prism on desire and "making people happy", but he seems to be at peace with what happened to him.According to Full Service the studios would all but empty of their big-name talent whenever Scotty Bowers' evening shift began at a little gas station on Hollywood Boulevard. While thus employed he accepted an old queen's offer of twenty bucks for a bit of noggin and the die was cast. As far as outing them, it really does seem like Scotty waited until nearly everyone was gone, and he was almost a nonagenarian to tell his tale. Seattle Gay Scene "None of us are ready for what appears to be the kickass Old Hollywood memoir of 2012: Scotty Bowers's Full Service. Bowers was so generous of the former monarch that he became Eddy's lover out of the goodness of his heart.

Young, charismatic, and strikingly handsome, he quickly caught the eye of many of the town€™s stars and starlets.The only physical contact I want with another man doesn't extend past firm handshake, and Bowers goes way past that in his account. He rounds up some of his prettiest friends, male and female, people who are looking to make a few extra bucks to hang around the gas station. He was a marine who saw active service in the Pacific, and then he settled in Los Angeles, first as a gas pump attendant and then as a barman and unofficial trickster at Hollywood parties. I recommend the memoir with few reservations — especially if you are looking for a light read about a man whose free relationship with sexuality helped others live their lives to the fullest, outside of the limelight.

Full Service is not only a fascinating chronicle of Hollywoods sexual underground, but also exposes the hypocrisy of the major studios, who used actors to propagate a myth of a conformist, sexually innocent America knowing full well that th. Eventually he joined the Marines and after his discharge at the end of the war he got employment pumping gas at a Hollywood gas station. E. was not wound enough, here is news that the Duke and Duchess of Windsor, on miserable occasions, when driven to depths of boredom, actually had sex with each other instead of with members of their own sex. On the one hand it's a scandalous summer beach read, packing with filthy juice Hollywood gossip that you may or may not believe. 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.

I was very happy to hear that he was settled in life and enjoying his later years with a woman he loves, a house he adored, and a dog he loves. He began sleeping with some himself, and connecting others with his coterie of young, attractive, and sexually free-spirited friends.

where he began to connect former Marine Corps pals and other acquaintances with Hollywood elite looking for secretive sexual encounters — gay and straight — in an era where the studio system and the mores of the day kept a lid on sexual activity and orientation. There is so much in Full Service I have not even touched on — and that's just the way a book review should go, in my opinion. Lambda Literary "[If] you're one of those people who still owns a vintage princess phone, watches Mad Men obsessively, and yearns to go back to a "simpler" time when men and women exchanged witty banter in mid-Atlantic accents instead of jumping into the sack, read Bowers' book. I would venture this is the musings of an old man blowing his stories out of proportion; and it's HORRIBLY written at that. David Patrick Columbia, New York Social Diary "They said he'd never talk -- but at long last, the legendary Scotty Bowers has told his story, with all the honesty, compassion and insight that made him a confidant of movie stars, directors, billionaires, and politicians.This book is truly revealing about how hollywood stars were forced to hide their true sexualities to maintain image and box office appeal. You'll get the gist, although you may wonder as I did why a guy with such a high profile isn't remotely wealthy in his 90s, and seems to be a run-of-the-mill hoarder yet doesn't have dozens of photo albums featuring himself and his many celebrity conquests. It's also difficult to like Bowers, even while he's describing himself and the services he provides in such affectionate terms. The Daily Mirror (UK) "Scotty Bowers--once a beacon of discretion--finally unveils the carnal peccadillos of many of the studio era's biggest players. Bowers said he never took payment for arranging sexual encounters for others, only when he provided sex himself, and that though he was bisexual, his own preference was for women.