The Paris Review Daily  Posts Tagged ‘trash’  Trashy Is as
Trashy Does  September 24, 2010 | by  My first sexual fantasy
involved my abduction by a composite character made up of equal
parts Danny Zucko from Grease and the weathered carny who had
looked me dead in the nine-year-old eye as he pulled the lever
of the Tilt-A-Whirl. The post-abduction details were
unimportant. What mattered was the moment of being caught; what
mattered was the fact that one moment I’d be navigating the
root-torn sidewalk of my street and the next an arm would be
around my waist and the world would be set into wild motion.
The next fantasy I can remember was a lesbian prison gang rape.
I appropriated this fantasy not from the wonders of cable TV but
from books. My mother was a voracious reader, if not a
discerning one. Lining her shelves were the eighties airport
standbys: V. C. Andrews, Danielle Steele, and Sidney Sheldon.
Every night I sat on my white wicker bed and read trashy novels
by flashlight until I began to understand w