Full Service: My Adventures in Hollywood and the Secret Sex Lives of the Stars

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Simply put it is a fascinating collection of stories, centred around a single individual, that stretches from the 1940`s to the 1980`s; where Scotty just helped his friends make a bit of extra money and help the closeted actors and actress find fun without being broken by their private proclivities becoming public. you know, something along the line of "guess who's gay" or "guess which star had an affair with her butler". Scotty moved to Tinseltown after the war and quickly started up a business as a hustler/pimp/gigolo at a gas station. On the other it's a story of a boy who was sexually assaulted at the age of 7(though in his 80s he still thinks very warmly about that particular pedo), went on to turn trick a few years later and was a full blown prostitute in his early teens and onwards till AIDS ended the party in the 80s.

All of these actors, directors, and heads of state only stayed in the closet because of the very real possibility of personal and professional repercussions.Furthermore, I also feel that sexual encounters are a personal matter shared by two people, not something to be gloated about. Brooks Barnes, New York Times "A jaw-dropping firsthand account of closeted life in Hollywood during the '40s and '50s. Griffin Dunne, Actor/Director "[Scotty Bowers] made his reputation by sleeping with everyone in Hollywood who wasn't actually Lassie, and now he tells all. Although he considered some of the details too much for the general reader, he wrote that the book was "a good trashy read".

I'm not going to blindly accept everything he says as gospel, necessarily, because he didn't come out with his tell-all until almost everyone involved was dead. I think that's enough time, and his stories give a huge insight into a cultural touchstone of American history that would have otherwise been lost to the sands of time. The earlier stories about the famous people who just wanted to have free and easy sex with someone are positively quaint in comparison. After reading what he witnessed on that beach, I would understand living a life without a shred of shame (especially about sex, which people should not feel ashamed about, anyway). But regardless of whether the people he’s outed we’re actually gay/bi/liked hookups with a gas station attendant, the book is actually quite boring.Gossip is an important social function in the world, and "Full Service" is not afraid to go into that territory.

Lambda Literary "[If] you're one of those people who still owns a vintage princess phone, watches Mad Men obsessively, and yearns to go back to a "simpler" time when men and women exchanged witty banter in mid-Atlantic accents instead of jumping into the sack, read Bowers' book. These are but a few of the powerful for whom Bowers arranged sexual trysts with rent-boys and good-time girls (but for which he never received a nickel!According to Full Service the studios would all but empty of their big-name talent whenever Scotty Bowers' evening shift began at a little gas station on Hollywood Boulevard. It's not my place to characterize these events, obviously, but I found it really disturbing to read such a cavalier account of what was, legally, at bare minimum, repeated statutory rape. A.Police were always on the look out for a means to indulge their petty vindictiveness, and homosexuality was, and is, a much frowned upon habit in Hollywood; even now.

For almost his entire life - and for whatever reason - Bowers has been something of a sex machine and is almost completely unapologetic about it. I would venture this is the musings of an old man blowing his stories out of proportion; and it's HORRIBLY written at that. Names are freely given along with sexual acts and perversions in which Bowers claims to have observed or acts in which he participated. I would have bet that this book would have been filled with rehashed information and the names of celebrities disguised, but you will be surprised to know that the author nam He strains credulity when he relates having sex with the Duke and Duchess of Windsor, both together and separately.It is "Scotty Bowers"– a name that had me thinking of the Bowers who perished with the great, gloomy Scott 100 years ago in the Antarctic; if only our author had been in that tent.