Ginger Lynn

As a connoisseur of pornography, it would be remiss of me to not discuss my opinions on this subject every once in a while. Just the other night I had occasion to watch a film from my collection called "New Wave Hookers 6," starring Ginger Lynn.

Ginger was one of the first stars of adult films when they went from theaters to home video in the early eighties. Not a classic beauty, she had a girl-next-door, cutesy quality that propelled her to stardom. In addition to looking like a cheerleader, her sexual performances were inspired. This was not a girl who just laid back and collected her paycheck. Is there any higher tribute to a woman's sexual abilities then to be proclaimed by Charlie Sheen the best he ever had?

Her initial career lasted only a few years, and she tried to make it in mainstream films. She did make a few, but that is a trick that is yet to be accomplished. Instead, she has drifted back into the business a few times over the years. In her late thiries, she came back and has made a series of films, including New Wave Hookers 6, that shows that she still has it. I'll admit I'm a sucker for the young'uns, but a forty-ish Ginger still has it what it takes.

I have never met Ginger, but I do have a story about her. In about 1988, I went with a colleague at Penthouse and a friend of his to see her do a striptease act at Show World, a peep-show emporium across the street from the Port Authority Bus Terminal. This was a big deal because Ginger had been out of the business for a few years. Despite Show World's tawdry atmosphere, you could tell Ginger wanted this taken seriously. The small theater was packed, and Ginger did her act with steely resolve, ignoring the proferred dollar bill by a clueless patron who clearly did not understand that Ginger was above that sort of thing. She also did a question-and-answer session with the audience.

During her act she wore a sailor's hat. At some point during the show she laid it aside, and my colleague's friend pinched it. I didn't realize he took it until he showes it to us outside. I can only imagine the ruckus Ginger put up when she couldn't find it. Ginger, if you're reading this, a guy named Clark Barlow took it. I have no idea where is now.