Talking 'bout my generation

Sherri Whitlow

You can tell by the cultural references scattered through these first posts that I am not exactly new to this.

I adore the fetish models and actresses that are out there feeding my obsession in 2011, but I come from a different time. I lusted mightily in my twenties after Sherri Whitlow, and for good reason: she was smokin' hot.

I don't remember how I even became aware of her existence. Sports Review Wrestling was obviously the gateway drug. But it was a competing magazine, whose name escapes me, that carried all the little ads in the back pages for California Supreme, Milco and Curtis Dupont.

I remember when I first ordered flyers from some of those companies. I think I handled the paper and envelopes with gloves, so as to not leave fingerprints. I wanted some measure of deniability in case the FBI swooped down on me. I was probably eighteen or nineteen.

After California Supreme and Milco came Triumph Studios and Golden Girls. I wanted Rosemary Lorenz so bad it hurt. And then Sue Bowser, of course, but everyone loved Sue.

Personally I was enamored of Golden Girls Mindy, Leslie and Jill. Especially Jill because she was really cute and willing to fight naked, which you didn't see a lot of in those days.

There was someone else, whose name I think was Lenore, who I liked because she did some serious bumps – serious by Golden Girls standards, anyway.

With Golden Girls, you saw a lot of damn near perfect-looking women who rolled around a lot. It wasn't terrific action, but the women were so stunning you didn't care.

Lenore was hot, but she didn't have the super-svelte figure you normally expected a Golden Girl to have. She looked like she meant business. I ordered the tape based on the other girl in the fight, and assumed it would look like a regular Golden Girls product. But Lenore worked a little stiff, as they would say in pro wrestling. I don't remember who she was fighting, but I remember she swung her opponent around and just tossed her about halfway across the ring, where she landed with a loud thud.

The other girl got up with a 'what the fuck was that?' expression on her face, and maybe I just wanted to believe it, but it seemed like that whole match was a little rougher than the typical GG event.

And when I say she landed with a loud thud, I mean loud by Golden Girls standards. In Golden Girls videos, for some reason, even an earring falling off would be accompanied by a reverberating, speaker-rattling WHUMPF! It wasn't dubbed in; it was just a loud echo-y venue. I guess they shot those in a zeppelin hangar somewhere.

I'll write more about this another time.