Pamela Des Barres

bobrod
Member since 01/2011

2019-05-25 14:05:49

She was a cutie!

Dearest Leo
Member since 04/2016

2017-10-11 07:35:49

from her autobiography "Im With the Band", describing working at Danceland (dancing with men for money):"The spitting image of Wally Cox wandered in several nights in a row and stared hungrily at my feet, and I knew something strange was about to happen. Somehow they always chose me, those guys with eyes like the laughing demento in the old werewolf movies. The eyes of Mr. Cox were magnified fifty times by his three-inch specs, and there was no doubt about it, he was looking right at my feet. It was a slow night, so I accepted when he weasled over to request the pleasure of my company.... "Out of all the girls in this place, your feet have the most appeal," he said, with such sincerity that I was forced to look right into those grossly huge eyes and see that he truly meant it. What do you say to that? I thanked him a lot and waited for the punch line. He wanted to "caress and massage" my feet, and offered fifty dollars to do the honors. He told me he drove out from Michigan in his trusty Corvair because he figured women were freer in Los Angeles and might understand his feeling for feet. He had dedicated his life to the specialness of feet: "They support the entire body!" We sat in the back of the room where it was dark, and it wasn't bad at all. It actually felt pretty good, and he was ga-ga with ecstasy. I didn't take his fifty bucks, I just couldn't do it. I took twenty, and felt guilty for a week.

[from her diary at the time] January 4 ... I got the foot fetishist tonight, I mean, he's REALLY nuts. What happened to him along the way? Oh well, I was chosen to have my feet tickled by this great gentleman. Can you imagine? Left work early 'cause I was feeling so crummy."

Happy she got her feet tickled, good punishment for having such a bad attitude! (though to be fair, mid-60s was a lot less understanding about this "thing" then it is now).