Evergreen

After my first successful exhibition of heterosexual lovers in 1968, I found myself on a popularity skyrocket. Having a show of erotic art was like displaying a big advertisement that I'd be fun in bed. Many interesting Prince Charmings were available to me as I waltzed into the glittering world of the rich and famous. Artists have always been able to break out of the rigid class structure that we all pretend doesn't exist in America. I'd already dated a big name politician, a movie star, a well known author and lots of wealthy jet setters who lived here and abroad. My girlfriends were telling me now was the perfect time to score a rich husband. But with all the social invitations pouring in, I had the luxury of being a sexually liberated woman who could say "yes" to men who intrigued me and "no thank you" to one's that didn't. I was going to be a famous artist and make my own million. Although the money never happened, I had a million dollar sexlife.