TRACI LORDS: TEENAGE PIGMEAT IN HEAT

Traci Lords (May 7 1968 - )
"If you're sexy, everybody will love you. That's what I wanted."
Here is a young lady so perfect, so straight from God's own Heaven that
developing anything remotely resembling an "uncomplimentary" biography
of her would be next to impossible. What a babe. What a fox and a half,
this Traci Lords. She's considered by many to be the most influential,
competent underage porn star of the late twentieth century. Her very
name inspires enthusiastic shivers of delight through anyone familiar
with child molestation or popular culture of the mid-1980's.
This delicious dish of vanilla ice cream was born Nora Louise Kuzma, in
Steubenville, Ohio -- but later moved to Lawndale, California with her
mother and three sisters to escape an alcoholic father. While a high
school student at Redondo Union, she ran away from home and had an
abortion.
Then suddenly at age fifteen, she's the centerfold in the September
1984 issue of Penthouse magazine! What the fuck? How does that happen?
This is the same issue which exposes would-be Miss America Vanessa
Williams in a black and white lesbian pictorial. There's an interview
with John Travolta, a feature on Boy George, rumors of a Penthouse
Treasure Hunt -- and a Hyapatia Lee spread near the back, but in one
shot she's poking what looks like a super-sharp fingernail up her rear
end, so no thanks. Traci Lords sells this issue all by herself.
How does a teenager from Ohio fool a room of professional
photographers, lawyers, agents and human resource professionals? She
goes and lives with a man in his forties who pretends to be her
stepfather. Together they visit Jim South's World Modeling Agency with
a fake driver's license. Traci announces she's a newcomer to the
business, discovered while sunbathing at Malibu Beach. She strips naked
and demonstrates she isn't shy. Then she identifies herself as
twenty-two year old Kristie Elizabeth Nussman. Reports indicate she
also had a license made for a one miss Christie Lee Nussman, which
suggests that even at the tender age of fifteen, Traci was working
twice as hard to lick twice as many dicks.
Traci adapted her stage name from the character of Tracy Lord portrayed
by Katherine Hepburn in The Philadelphia Story. Between the ages of
fifteen and sixteen, Traci centerfolded for Oui, Hustler, High Society,
and Swank, often appearing more than once in the magazine due to her
tremendous increase in popularity. Among the photographers? Suze
Randall, a woman whose name you see regularly but never care about. It
goes without saying that owning any one of these magazines is now
considered a felony, but nobody cares. Traci's layouts are totally
killer and worth it.
At age sixteen, she was paid ten thousand dollars for four days' work
on her first adult video, What Gets Me Hot. Her fuck-suck scenes with
Tom Byron were stellar, propelling her to worldwide superstardom
overnight. She was featured alongside all the biggest names in
pornography from day one. She was literally everything a man could ever
hope for. Make no mistake: it was not Traci's youthful appearance which
made her so appealing, but her insane enthusiasm for sex, her voracious
on-screen sexual appetite. Traci did straight and lesbian scenes with
the confident brush strokes of an Italian Renaissance painter. She
performed until she was exhausted. When confronted with something as
potentially mundane as a solo masturbation sequence, her attention to
erotic detail was unparalleled. She had full round breasts, a totally
fuckable face, and her ass was a delicious peach. Traci Lords had it
all.
By the time she was eighteen, Traci had appeared in one hundred and
seven adult films, usually under the influence of drugs or "managers".
Each successive film grew incrementally more explicit, more
jerkoffable, and more wonderful than the last. Great stuff. Four cocks
all at once, big sloppy whatnots all over the face, and that
tried-and-true patented fuck-me stature which these days can only be
fully experienced outside the United States. Eighteen is great-teen in
European brothels, but I guess it's just not for America.
One side effect of so many people wanting to fuck Traci was all the
nosy, snoopy, busybody no-goodniks who felt like getting to know her.
Traci's background was investigated in 1987, yielding a storm of
further curiosities. She was nineteen and legal when her true date of
birth was finally revealed, but the fallout was devastating. Her
numerous agents, her dozens of video producers, her hundreds of
distributors were immediately prosecuted. Hundreds of thousands of
tapes were yanked off shelves by desperate adult book store owners
unable to afford serious accusations of trafficking child pornography.
For the next four years, police agents, church groups and concerned
parents would regularly conduct "raids" of porn shops, hoping to find
stray Traci tapes the owners had missed. Meanwhile, normal healthy
adult pornography enthusiasts were doing the same thing.
Traci Lords has experienced great success in all areas of modern
popular culture. She has sold numerous record albums, appeared in the
dramatic television series The Profiler and the SciFi Channel's First
Wave. Her acting talent is legitimately showcased in multiple films by
John Waters (Serial Mom, Crybaby).
But she would not suck dick in this town again. Congress responded
swiftly, enacting harsh legislation to combat pedophilia and its
commercial exploitation. A law signed by President Reagan on October
18, 1986 imposed new and specific obligations on producers of explicit
sexual conduct. When you see mandatory references to "Section 18 U.S.C.
2257" or "Section 75 C.F.R" during the opening credits of any one of
your many beat-off tapes or digital video discs, you're looking
directly at a silent homage to the legacy of Traci Lords.