Beneath the glamorous surface of a Penthouse Pet’s life in the mansion lies a dark and often scandalous story. For the first time in the history of the iconic adult magazine Penthouse, the curtain is lifted on life in Bob Guccione’s famous mansion. No One’s Pet: The Autobiography of Sheila Kennedy reveals the inner workings of the media magnate’s private sanctum.
I LOVE to complain. Anyone that knows me in the real world, will know it is my biggest talent. Next to all my trophies, I should have an award for most miserable bitch. You can also follow my complaints via Snapchat and Twitter, should you so wish. That being said, there is not one girl in this industry that doesn’t LOVE good moan (unless they consistently take happy pills and their face is so altered by botox that they are permanently fake smiling) because porn is fucking hard, and I don’t think us girls get enough credit for what we do. So here is a big old list of Porn Star Problems. For everyone that thinks our lives are all first class flights and champagne on set….
From Penthouse Pet to reality star, Sheila Kennedy turned a modeling stint into a longterm career in the entertainment industry. Penthouse Pet of the Year in 1983, the aspiring actress broke out as one of Bob Guccione's stars. Stardom had many benefits, including roles in films such as The First Turn-On!! and Spring Break, but it also had its drawbacks. Young Sheila was quickly drawn into the world of sex and rock n' roll, including a bout with none other than 80s rock legend, Axl Rose.
Sexy pool scenes have been a staple of movie makers since Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Each of these films has two things in common: a beautiful woman in a sexy bathing suit and a swimming pool. When a movie has a hot pool scene like Halle Berry topless in Sword Fish, no matter what you think of the movie, you don't feel you wasted your time.
When passion wanes and love lives on, you have reached the sexual boredom phase. Most intimate relationships begin with the rare propinquity that makes it possible for a man and a woman to take the first difficult steps toward joining their lives. It is sexual exaltation—not a shared interest in Chinese cooking or tennis or foreign travel—that makes pleasure out of the hard work of accommodating oneself to the needs and idiosyncrasies of another adult. When this exaltation wanes we often seek out guidance from others. My advice? Seek advice and guidance from sexual therapists, not your mom or dad.
I had a friend. She was a writer. As an adolescent and through part of her young adulthood, she could imagine herself as clay, as some moldable stuff to which a man's experienced hands would give shape and value. She would write a paper and a professor would see promise, he would make her his assistant. She would be traveling in the south of France. An artist would notice of her at a café and find something unusual in the shape of her face; He would paint her. Of course there would be sex. She would disregard the baggy eyes and puckered flesh of the older man, being thought of as "special" would suffice as an aphrodisiac. They would make an exchange: He would get youth, she would get experience. And after her apprenticeship affair, she would emerge a writer, an artist on her own.