In the grand, effluvia-soaked tradition of Hollywood Babylon, Scotty Bowers' recent memoir, Full Service: My Adventures in Hollywood and the Secret Sex Lives of the Stars, lets it all hang out when it comes to exposing screen giants' erotic excesses.
Nick Gillespie argues:
What elevates Full Service from a simple - if riveting - catalogue of the ultra-decadent lifestyles of the rich and famous to something far more interesting is Bowers' bracingly non-judgmental view of human sexuality. As long as sex is consensual, he says, let it rip. As he told The New York Times last December, "So they like sex how they liked it. Who cares?"
What are five of the freakiest fetishes Bowers reveals (Tyrone Power fans may want to sit this one out)? And what challenge does the off-beat sexuality discussed in Full Service pose to the libertarian mind-set?