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Saturday, Jul 4, 2009
Ooooh! That's gotta hurt! Shawna Kenney cracks the whip and gets paid for the pain of writing a memoir.
Apr 20, 2000 | It's close to 1 a.m. on a Thursday night, and the girl onstage at Jumbo's Clown Room -- Hollywood's most notorious strip club -- unwinds a long, brown leather bullwhip, snapping it with deadly accuracy to the tune of "California \ber Alles" by the Dead Kennedys.
Granted, she's not the most attractive one on the bill tonight, but she's entertaining. And she's sort of cute in those gold hot pants and bikini top. I just hope she doesn't hit us with that frickin' whip.
"She's pretty good," agrees Shawna Kenney, sipping a virgin cocktail. "She could kill a man with that thing if she wanted to."
Kenney should know. The 30-year-old buxom, brown-haired lass is a past master at inflicting punishment with such implements. Her recent 122-page potboiler, "I Was a Teenage Dominatrix," tells the story of how Kenney put herself through Washington's American University by smacking the fat, white asses of lawyers, lobbyists and, yes, the occasional politician while she was the top dom in the stable of one Mistress Miranda.
"There were all kinds -- doctors, Washington policy wonks and elected officials," says Kenney of her clientele. "I had at least one congressman -- very old and wealthy. A Republican, of course."
Hmm. Who could that have been? Henry Hyde? Newt Gingrich? Dick Armey? Kenney won't say, and in any case, it's not really that kind of book. Kenney's tome is more Holden Caulfield in leather than "Venus in Furs."
Though there are plenty of naughty bits, the memoir doesn't dwell on them. Instead, the reader follows a 19-year-old punk-rock refugee from the Maryland sticks to the big city, where she labors at a series of dead-end day jobs before spotting an ad in D.C.'s City Paper that reads: "Get Paid for Being a Bitch." After discovering that being a bitch can pay about $300 a night on average (and often more), Kenney does the math and says goodbye to the fast-food industry and hello to her new life as "Mistress Alexis."
"The spanking was my favorite part," Kenney confesses, laughing. "I think it's fun and funny. And anyway, most men deserve it."
But it wasn't all bondage and nipple clamps; there were plenty of gross-out moments, which Kenney describes in the book with the wide-eyed wonder of a Gen X Judy Blume. "My new profession colored the world around me," she writes in one passage. "I stared hard at every male passerby -- was he a submissive? A foot fetishist? A toilet boy? The world was Silly Putty. Everything I thought I'd known was stretched out of perspective and replaced by my new 'inside' view. I was privy to a kaleidoscope of desires and differences that I made no judgment on -- just enjoyed watching and observing."
Of course, there's nothing new under the sun. The dom game has become so mainstream in America's large urban centers that it hardly raises an eyebrow anymore. Even Kenney admits that "out here" in La-La Land, where she and her boyfriend moved after she bailed from the world of D.C. B&D, every other person you meet is into whips and chains.
What keeps Kenney's coming-of-age, slap-and-tell memoir from being hackneyed? Well, writing ability for one. Kenney's an amusing read, even when she's describing relatively prosaic scenes from her childhood in the Maryland boonies.
But she also offers the perspective of her generation -- one reared on "Repo Man," Ronald Reagan and SCTV. When she makes a passing reference to "Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids" or quotes Henry Rollins' "Hallucinations of Grandeur," her peers are with her all the way.
"I thought the book was awesome," Jose Travez, 24, a writer for Al Goldstein's Screw magazine, told me. "I really liked the first-person account of that world through the eyes of a hardcore punk girl. Her likes were my likes. I was able to relate to her."
On the basis of reading Kenney's indie-published memoir, Travez asked her to write a monthly column for Screw called "Twisted Sister." He's not the only one who's gone gaga over Kenney. Since "I Was a Teenage Dominatrix" came out at the beginning of the year, both Extra and National Enquirer TV have taped episodes on Kenney. NETV's has already run. Extra plans to run theirs during the May sweeps.
But the real excitement started a couple of weeks ago when Matt Moneypenny, an agent at the powerhouse Hollywood firm ICM, called Kenney up out of the blue and offered to buy her lunch. Seems someone gave Moneypenny Kenney's book as a gift, and he just had to sign her. Thus, the wet dream of every wannabe screenwriter in this town was handed to Kenney on a silver platter. Eat your hearts out, boys!
