I believe that there are truths and realities in every religion on the planet. Then there are, of course, the lies that deal with corruption that has essentially come from men who have been so-called leaders in a specific religion and structured it for their own purposes. Another aspect of my work is to illuminate and show people their egos. I created the website to give people ideas and tools. God works in mysterious ways. If you want to have a session with me your life will change, so be ready for that. It’s powerful and I’ve been prepared for this for many eons. There has never been a time like this in all of our recorded history. That’s what 2012 — the end of the Mayan calendar, is all about. There are already monumental changes happening — the age of corruption will eventually end. All of the corruption is being highlighted; we’re discovering it and it’s going to continue to happen. It throws many people into a state of chaos, and fear, and dread. To a large degree, my work assists people in trying to understand it from a spiritual perspective so that they can understand their part in it. It might not eliminate the challenges, but it gives them more clarity so that they can handle what they’re going through in a more cohesive and intelligent way. Every person that I speak to or impact these days, it’s as if it goes through you and into so many other people. It is about being a channel for the light which is consciousness and intelligence — which is love.
My friend says to me, “You are the ultimate love bunny.” Who I am, is not Kay Parker. That’s not who I am. My career is not who I am. Who I am at this point in my life is a spiritual conduit. That’s who I am.
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Kay and Sam Weston. COURTESY OF KAY PARKER
Kay Parker and Joey Silvera in SexWorld. VCX
Kay Parker and Paul Thomas, 7 Into Snowy. VCX. COURTESY OF KAY PARKER
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PHOTOGRAPHY BY KENJI
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Kay in Santa Monica.
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15.
Juliet Anderson
“Aunt Peg”
“I’ve always had the philosophy that it isn’t how long you live, but how well you live, and I don’t mean by money, but by how much you experience life and get out of it.”
— Juliet Anderson (1938-2010)
Juliet Anderson is one of the most ferociously seductive temptresses to have entranced golden age audiences. Anderson moved swiftly up the echelon of adult performers in her fortieth year after accepting the role of a housekeeper in Alex de Renzy’s Pretty Peaches (1978). With the subsequent unveiling of her alter ego, the insatiable, shoot-from-the-hip, “Aunt Peg” Norton, Juliet became an instant sensation and recurring screen character following a scene whereby Anderson instructed her virginal “niece” (Sharon Kane) on the finer points of sexual gratification during a ménage à trois. Initially introduced in the Swedish Erotica 1 loop, the scene was later implemented in Aunt Peg’s Fulfillment (1981) granting Juliet the distinction as an influential figure and consummate actor of vintage adult movies.
The eldest of two daughters, Juliet Anderson was born Judy Carr. Raised in Burbank, California by a Big Band trumpeter and his wife, money was scarce for the small family, but love and affection was bountiful. Juliet spoke with humor and awe when recounting her parents’ uninhibited sexual compatibility vividly recalling how they would often sneak away and make love. She credited her mother and father for instilling in her a carefree and healthy attitude about her own sexuality.
Contrary to her later years as an indomitable blonde Cougar, Juliet’s childhood was often lonely and isolated after she was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease. The illness produced debilitating symptoms that sent her to hospitals and prevented her from participating in regular girlhood activities. Vowing to not allow the condition to consume her, Juliet eventually studied art and English in college, and taught conversational English abroad to foreign students for several years before settling in San Francisco. There, she proceeded to hook up with a friend for some casual sex and the encounter became the impetus for her job search. Shortly after answering an advertisement in a newspaper seeking to hire nude performers, Anderson made the acquaintance of director Alex de Renzy and her fate was sealed.
Juliet is also renowned for mentoring Nina Hartley as is evidenced in the Anderson directed venture Educating Nina (1984). Anderson schooled Nina in similar style and sexual techniques influencing Hartley’s hardcore performances throughout her profession as an actor and a stage performer. When Anderson’s career which included a traveling one-woman show in addition to a long list of magisterial film credits came to a close, she applied her unique gift of touch for counseling purposes and enjoyed a satisfied and satiated, clientele base.
On January 11, 2010, just four months after she was interviewed for this book, Juliet Anderson passed away quietly in her sleep, but “Aunt Peg” lives on forever.
In like a Lamb
I was born in Los Angeles in 1938, and my sister was born four and a half years later. I absolutely adored my mother and father, and vice-versa. My father was a jazz trumpet player in big bands until he got tired of needing to be on the road so much. This was the late thirties and early forties. He played for Warner Brothers in some of the musicals, and occasionally, at parties, but he couldn’t really make a living that way. He was a very shy person and not willing to do all of the things that were required to have success in those days so he didn’t keep a high profile. That’s why his name doesn’t mean anything unless you look up Fred Carr, and then maybe it might be mentioned, but he’s not known today to the public. He certainly could have been but he chose not to. Anyway, that stopped my father from being in the music business and it just pretty much broke his heart. He loved my mother and didn’t like to be away from her so she travelled with him and then, when I came along, they took me along.
I have fond memories of my mother and I, and the other men’s wives and girlfriends. I was the only child of the forty-piece Pinky Tomlin Band — and we traveled by train across country to places like Chicago so that the women could be with their men. Finally, when my sister came along four and a half years later my father just said, “Uh, uh…It’s too much. I want to stay home and be close to my family,” and that’s when he quit. He wasn’t prepared to do anything else. All he had was a high school education so what are you going to do when you’re in your late twenties without any experience in anything else?
Pinky Tomlin (nicknamed Pinky mostly for his flushed complexion) from Eros, Arkansas got his start in music playing with the Louis Armstrong Band on a riverboat when he was sixteen. Tomlin became a Big Band leader during the thirties and forties whose signature hit song “The Object of My Affection” was recorded by Ella Fitzgerald. Juliet recalled when she was a young girl; she would occasionally be invited on stage alongside Pinky and his orchestra, and danced excitedly to the Big Band swing ensemble. Anderson’s ongoing battle with Crohn’s disease however, made her world small and she learned to find different ways to occupy herself during extended periods of absence from school.
I had no friends. I was very shy and very nerdy — no friends. I had a couple of friends, but nobody I remember. There were very, very few because I was sick and they formed little cliques and so forth behind my back and they had excluded me. For many of my years in elementary school and high school, I was home sick and I had home schooling. I was very smart. I’ve always been very smart and curious and so forth — I simply couldn’t go to school most of the time so that part wasn’t good. I was skinny because I wasn’t absorbing all the nutrients from my food and the Crohn’s manifested itself in severe diarrhea. I wore glasses, but I had pretty, long blonde hair and everything, only I was not comfortable with my appearance and I didn’t have any communication skills.
I tried piano lessons as a girl. When I was young, my parents broke down and let me have s
ome piano lessons. There were definite abilities, but I knew I wasn’t supposed to do that with my life. So much of what I did was also controlled by how I felt because I had these spasms and attacks. I very much loved to read. I didn’t like television and I still don’t. I don’t have a television. I’d love it when we’d go on vacations to the beach and experience nature, but my parents really didn’t go up into the mountains and take walks or anything like that. I had a dog, but I didn’t have any cats. Now I do, I’ve made up for it with four cats. I really didn’t have any hobbies that I can think of.
I did very well in school. I loved to study and I loved doing my homework. I could just sit out on the balcony and look at the trees blooming or butterflies, or watch dragonflies. I really paid attention to what was happening right then. We lived on a very limited income or a tight budget. I just lived in the moment and felt happy to be alive. I really didn’t know from day to day how I was going to feel, and whether I was going to be able to stay out of the hospital. It was necessary to appreciate what was just around me. I seized the moment of living in the moment. I still live fully.
Juliet’s parents made little attempt to conceal their own affection and sexual desire for one another leaving a lasting impression upon their eldest daughter as they snuck off to enjoy a little canoodling whenever they felt the impulse to be alone.
My family was so loving and supportive, but more than anything, they showed it. They didn’t say one thing and do something else. First of all my mother and father met when they were sixteen and still in high school and immediately loved each other and said, “That’s it. We’re for each other and nobody else.” They absolutely adored each other. My mother and father got married when they were twenty years old or something; they showed their love by hugging and kissing all the time. It was, “I love you honey,” or “Oh, I love you too, darling.” They both had jobs, but even when my dad was in the music business, I remember that they would set times aside, and apparently often where they would make love and they would lock the door. If they were out on the road, then they would take me to stay with one of the other couples in another room and my mother would say, “Your father and I are going to make love and we’ll come back and get you in just a little while.” When we were at home living in our house, they’d said, “Okay, you girls fix your own breakfast because we’re going to make love this morning,” and they’d lock the door and you’d hear them through the walls exclaiming, “Oh, that feels so good! Oh, I love you!” They’d be laughing, and moaning and groaning, and they were loud. I grew up with that as a normal thing.
They told me, “Your mother and father are very lucky, and we’re special and you’re special. Don’t expect other people to be as affectionate as we are, but hopefully, you’ll be that way too one day.” I grew up with this attitude, and as a result, look how I’ve turned out! I’ve always given credit to my parents, even now when doing the work I do because I’m still educating people about sexuality. Whenever I get a client who comes back a second and third time I will call mother, and sometimes, I’ll put him on the phone. He’ll say, “Dottie, I think Judy is wonderful. She has helped me so much and I know she learned it from you.” Isn’t that something? Sometimes, I’ll call her and tell her that I’ve found someone who I was able to pass along some wisdom to about the importance of sensuality and sexuality and cuddling and hugging and kissing, and all of that. Even about sex because people want to know about it. They don’t know about it. They are afraid of all of that.
When I got to be twelve — now remember, this was still in the 1940s — there was one book out at that time about sex to read to young people. It had no pictures, but just a few diagrams drawn in black and white of female genitalia and a male — that was it. My father and my mother, mostly my father, would sit down with me while my mother was cooking dinner and he would read to me all about sex — what was available. He would embellish it a bit, more specifically. I remember, saying, “You mean you put that…” or I’d ask, “What is the name of that thing again?”
He would say, “It’s called a penis”. I’d knock on the coffee table and say, “You put your penis inside Mommy’s pee-pee?” I thought that was so cute!
He’d say, “Well, it’s not her pee-pee, but it is real close. It’s where the babies come out. Where you came out when you were a baby.” He’d explain that it felt wonderful and that’s what men and women do when they love each other. Can you imagine how wonderful that was for a child of ten or twelve-years-old to have that good of an education?
Neither one of my parents grew up in a religious household. Actually, my parents had neglectful parents. I never had grandparents, so to speak. They never asked us to spend time with them or to do anything with them. The one grandparent I had was my paternal grandmother. She was a real sweetheart and really, very lovely. She would have us over occasionally to stay overnight, but she died of breast cancer at age forty. We had no aunts or uncles, so it was just my parents and somehow, they escaped any kind of indoctrination from society or whatever. In fact, as far as religion, they were very open with us and said, “We don’t believe in a God in the sky or a man up in the sky looking down and making judgments. It’s called being an Atheist. You are very free though to choose any path you want to lead.” I couldn’t imagine doing anything other than that because I respected them so much in their honesty and that sort of thing.
As a young, curious teenager eager to fit in, Anderson decided to test the waters of conventional religion when she joined the Presbyterian Church.
At one point, because I was so lonely and such a nerd in my late teens especially after I’d had a serious surgery for the Crohn’s, I wanted to see if I could be a part of a community, and if I would make some friends. One of the neighbors belonged to the local Presbyterian Church and so I went with them to try it out and went to Sunday school. Almost immediately for me, I felt that this was bunch of BS. There was no way that I could honestly embrace this. I’d have to lie which I don’t do, but I was going to pretend for a while because I really wanted to make some friends. I even got baptized. After a while I thought, “I’m not a person to lie. It’s not me.” I’m still that way. I like to say and it’s true that the only time I will lie is to save my life. I stopped going, and again, my parents had supported me.
As a teenager, I went to Burbank High School and then Long Beach State College. I didn’t know for certain what I was going to do because here I was an artist and what are you going to do if you’re going to be true to yourself? I was very gifted in the artistic field. I eventually had jobs there and put myself through college. Oh, my god, I worked thirty hours a week, plus carrying twelve units in school as an Art Major, and then I had hundreds of hours that I needed to put in toward projects so I only got two-three hours sleep a night. Sometimes, I’d go to the room where we did paintings or ceramic, and use my jacket as a pillow and just lie on the table to get some sleep. I did all of this, which is amazing when I look back with this very serious ailment that I had, and still have, which is Crohn’s disease that acted up terribly.
Crohn’s disease is an autoimmune disorder causing inflammatory bowel disruption usually affecting the intestines, but it can also occur in the anus. People with a family history of the illness, Jewish heritage or smokers may be susceptible to the risk of developing Crohn’s disease. Symptoms can include fever, severe abdominal pain, and water diarrhea. Crohn’s can be treated with various pain medications along with a proper dietary regimen essential to maintaining a healthy lifestyle as it aids in reducing symptomatic flare-ups.
I’ve treated it with diet which kept it at bay; that was the most important thing to do. After a couple of years of college, I still got these terrible attacks and I thought, “Well, maybe I’m not going to live to be much more than twenty so I want to live my life fully for as long as I am here.” I’ve always had the philosophy that it isn’t how long you live, but how well you live and I don’t mean by money, but by how much you experience life and get out
of it. Look for the good and just have a good time.
Timing and Inspiration
About halfway through my college career, I switched from Art to English, and still kept Art as a minor because I thought I couldn’t make a living as an artist. That would have been too hard because I knew I was going to stay single. I graduated with a degree in English and Art, and then I said, “Now what am I going to do with English because I’m not going to teach in the school as a school teacher?” I couldn’t do anything where I’d have to be totally depended upon because of the Crohn’s and the diarrhea, and the pain. Finally, at age twenty I moved to Japan to be with the first great love of my life. Actually, I had one more before that that was short-lived, but it was a real heart connection with both of these guys.
The one I joined in Japan was in the U.S. Navy. I moved there because he said, “You would love it here, Juliet.” By the way, my name in those days was “Judy,” and not “Anderson” — I created “Anderson” and “Juliet”. Because I was drawn to Asian art, automatically, he’d told me “Everywhere you look, it’s everywhere and we’re stationed very near a fishing village. There is so much beauty around that you would love it, so get on the plane and join me!” That started my many, many years of traveling, not as a tourist, but going and living.
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