Pamela Suzette “Pam” Grier aka Foxy Brown, at 60 years young still takes our breath away.
This Winston-Salem, North Carolina Southern girl was destined for stardom.
With her bodacious womanly curves, drop dead-gorgeous looks and seductive sex appeal you can’t help but crown her as the “Baddest Chick”.
In the 1970s she became the queen of blaxploitation movies; however, Ms. Grier was more than that.
She was bold, assertive, and was determined to not just be another beautiful face or casted in stereotyped roles. She had talent, determination, and a voice that was going to be heard.
However, that voice was almost silenced when “Grier was gang-raped by a cousin and his friends at age six, only to be rescued by a telephone repairman who chased off her attackers, then went about repairing the phone. The rape left her a quiet child, scared of people and afflicted with a stutter. Her salvation was the horses on her grandparents’ Wyoming farm. As she learned to ride, her stutter would mysteriously disappear — preparing her for a life of both acting and action.”
This time around Ms. Grier is doing things her way. She’s no longer portraying a woman in someone else’s production; she’s staring in her own production entitled Foxy: My Life in Three Acts.
In her Memoir she talks about dating basketball legend Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, actor/comedian Richard Pryor, comedian Freddie Prinze and being quite candid about being surrounded by drugs, sex and abuse.
Excerpt from book:
Memoir: 'My Life in Three Acts', she talks about dating Richard Pryor and how giving him a blow job made her face freeze.
Proving there is nothing sacred, not even a pap smear, Pam says her gynecologist once told her,
"Pam, I want to tell you about an epidemic that's prevalent in Beverly Hills right now. It's a buildup of cocaine residue around the cervix and in the vagina. You have it. Are you doing drugs?"
"No," I said, astonished.
"Well, it's really dangerous," he went on. "Is your partner putting cocaine on his penis to sustain his erection?"
"No," I said, "not that I know of. It's not like he has a pile of cocaine next to the bed and he dips his penis in it before we have sex." I had a nauseating flash of one of Richard's famous lines: Even my dick has a cocaine jones.
"Are you sure he isn't doing it in the bathroom before he comes to bed?" the doctor asked.
"That's a possibility," I said. "You know, I am dating Richard Pryor."
"Oh, my God," he said. "We have a serious problem here. If he's not putting it on his skin directly, then it's worse because the coke is in his seminal fluid."
The doctor then asks her if her mouth went numb while performing oral sex on Pryor, which she says it did, and which he links to the Novocaine-like effects of cocaine.
SideBar ~ Well dayuummm ... That D**K Ain't no joke!
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