I'll never not look at a girl and think, 'How do you think she tastes? At 16, Jameson, who was born in Las Vegas as Jenna Marie Massoli she chose Jameson because she liked the brand of whisky , fell in love with the Vegas tattoo artist who did her first tattoos. She says he also did speed with her and encouraged her to start stripping. She was also raped by a relative of his. A nudie-magazine scout discovered her, and print soon led to soft-core girl-girl films, and then, "Well, one thing led to another," she says.
She drew the line at anal sex, which she's never had on camera. She was smart about incrementally selling herself on the way to stardom, and, having got there, has been equally savvy about what she does and does not need to do.
There is relatively little tape of Jameson out there. In more than a decade in the industry, she has shot fewer than 50 films which are, of course, relentlessly recut into new DVDs. These days, she makes only one or two movies a year, usually appearing in only a couple of scenes.
I don't even crave the girl-girl stuff anymore. The fact is I don't want to be butt-naked in front of 30 people anymore. Part of why Jameson doesn't want to do porn anymore is Grdina. She is utterly devoted to him, the way one might be to a puppy love. All over the house are collages that she made for him, hotel-room keys and feathers glued to sayings about falling in love cut out from magazines - silly ones, such as "Boyfriends cop a feel before the elevator door opens", and serious ones, like, "It was no accident: you were sent from heaven to take my bad dreams away and let me love again.
With Grdina around, Jameson has been tamed, for the most part. A lot of her continued success as a brand can be attributed to Grdina, whose previous enterprises included health clubs in Japan and owning a studio used by porn filmmakers.
Now Jameson is his business, and whether he's looking to guard the love of his life or a valuable asset, he's rather protective. He discourages her from answering the door and doesn't like her to be home alone. He wants to gate their neighbourhood, for safety, and cameras are placed around the house, with an internet feed to his office. She's a whore,'" she says. You can see love. Jenna and Jay's love didn't last forever. In , Jenna filed for divorce. In , they announced they were expecting twins together.
In March , Jenna gave birth to their sons, Jesse and Journey. Today, she's a retired, stay-at-home mom juggling 7-month-old boys. Go inside Jenna's multimillion-dollar home. Jenna says she struggled with infertility for years, and now that she has children, she faces a new struggle.
So, somehow, over the course of all this madness, I must have fallen in love with him. And the more I fell in love with him, the more he pulled away and neglected me. Instead of spending time with me when he was home, he would lock himself in his room for days and write scripts. Some say that work is the enemy of all natural erotic impulses, that it kills off your sexual desires and channels them elsewhere.
And this is doubly true when your work is sex. On some level, I wanted to make it work because, professionally, we were a good team. The movies we made were some of my favorites. So, in a last ditch effort to make the relationship work, we decided to get married.
So I immersed myself in planning the wedding of the century. I even bought my own wedding ring. So I booked a room for us that night at the Beverly Hills Hotel. When we checked in, we said good night and went to sleep.
Go ahead and write another mother-fucking script. But it was only a matter of time before it leaked into our professional life. We began to argue over every little thing on the set, which made the entire crew uncomfortable. One of us would tell the other what to do, and the other would bristle and snap back.
Of course, I only had a problem when he was ordering me around, not when anyone else did. He knew how to get me, because the most important thing to me was the way I looked on camera. It soon became The War of the Roses between us.
And sometimes, on my side of the camera. And since it takes two to make a good sex scene, I felt that he was fucking my career up. But it was a major ego blow to Rod. I took him aside and said that we could just scrap the scene. It was the first one I had done with another man since we were married.
But Rod got his revenge. However, as soon as the paparazzi photos of us hit the press, Howard Stern was on the phone asking about it. I denied the whole thing on the air and told him we were just friends.
But the next day Manson was on his show, blabbing about the entire thing. I never pegged him as the type to kiss and tell. The final blow came when we concluded that I needed to work with other directors and performers in order to maintain the momentum of my career. Just then, Rod came bursting into the room. Who do you think you are? Finally, I packed my shit and left the set.
In bed, I would move my foot over to touch his, and he would move his leg away. I had been much better off living alone. There was no love, or even consideration or good will, left between us anymore.
The minute I left, I knew I was doing the right thing. My entire life was porn. I needed escape and balance. Jordan offered the solace I needed: He was normal; he made me feel comfortable; he gave me my space.
He was the exact antithesis of the life that I was so irritated with. He had taken me for granted and lost me. He followed me around the house, telling me how much he loved me and begging me to stay. His eyes reddened, his voice squeaked. It actually seemed like he might act like a man for once and punch the wall.
But it was all too late. I gave you your chance. I would cry myself to sleep at night begging you to just fucking hug me, and you would tell me to go fuck myself. You see where it got you? I fucking hate you. So much of his yelling, his lack of affection, and his self-imposed workaholism had come from the simple fact that he was insecure. And now, it had become a self-fulfilling prophecy.
He was getting what he deserved: I was leaving. The guy knew from day one that dancing was what I did for work — and the reason I could afford the two hundred dollar tennis shoes he had on his feet. On the road, new demands came every day. Of course, I would fight him on everything tooth and nail, but he made my life so miserable with his constant temper tantrums, guilt trips, and harangues that I would eventually give in.
It was easier to play along than to fight. The porn industry and success within in it can change you and others for the worse. Like me he was also new in the business…. I liked him right away. Of course, the business would eventually change him into another creature entirely. They had the attitude that they could do absolutely anything they wanted…. They ordered drink after drink, traipsed around the plane like it was their living room, and acted openly sexual with each other, much to the excitement and consternation of the male passengers.
My dad the cop had taught me to follow the rules, and their behavior confused me. On the one hand, it made me uncomfortable; on the other, I wanted to have the guts to act that free.
If there was a photo op, I made sure I was front row and center. If there was a television camera in the vicinity, I made sure I grabbed the microphone. I took over absolutely everything. I was competing with some of the best girls in the industry, and I had to prove why, out of all of them, I deserved to be starlet of the year.
Life was like high school, a popularity contest in a classroom as big as the world. Mainstream fame, or at least the tantalizing possibility of it, had now entered my bloodstream. I was never the same afterward. And I could get away anything, because I was Jenna!
I thought I was finally finding myself, but in reality I was turning into a monster. On set, I acted as if I were the only one who knew what it took to sell movies. I knew what kind of sex to have, whom I had to work with, and how many scenes I needed to be in.
When you are twenty-one and have the kind of power I did, you enjoy brandishing it. So I quickly realized he could help me. Was that superficial of me? Was it unusual for me? Sadly, no. I looked at her body and complexion; she seemed to have fallen on hard times. Next I had it out with the club owner, and finally my agent. I was a different person now: fearless and terrifying. Why give her away to someone else?
Strangers may recognize you and try to attack you or rape you. Your safety will likely be threatened. It was always the same guy: a hairy, thick-armed doofus with stringy black hair and a wardrobe consisting only of grease-stained button-down white shirts.
But today he looked different. His jaw was set, his eyes blazed, his voice trembled. When he passed me the food with shaking hands, he just stared at me. I left the door open and walked to the loveseat to get my wallet. He followed me in and closed the door behind him. I just kept screaming and screaming. I was sure I was about to be raped. But instead the guy abruptly turned and ran out of my apartment. I collapsed onto the loveseat, shaking.
My whole body felt cold, and I curled up and stared at the wall. I must have lain there for hours, comatose. I wanted someone to share my excitement with. And, more than that, there was the issue of safety.
Not only was I afraid to order food, but my deathly fear of the parking garage was not assuaged when my Corvette was broken into and thousands of dollars in clothes I had stored in the back for photo shoots were taken. You will likely find it hard to do other types of work or feel that you can do so. Cannes special premiered. I was overwhelmed watching it. You may find yourself constantly seeking approval from others. Despite everything, I wanted my father to see me win.
I wanted him to see that I was successful and respected and admired. I wanted him to be proud of me. I wanted him to care. And perhaps I also felt that his approval would set in stone that I had made the right decision getting into adult movies.
I wanted to be funny, relaxed, charismatic. To this day, I still put pressure on myself to be the person that everyone wants and expects me to be. If you want to increase your income, you will likely have to have anal sex and sex with multiple partners.
Additional compensation:. See below. But even though it allowed fully nude dancing, I was disappointed when I saw it.
Of more concern, it was poorly designed. I was supposed to dance in a pit surrounded by a runway for other dancers and , far on the outside, a railing. Since the guys were along the railing and I was stuck in the center, there was no way they could hand me — or even throw me — money. So I kissed my tips good-bye. On top of that, Al took a five-dollar cut from each Polaroid in exchange for providing the camera and the film even though I had my own. And there was no lap-dancing allowed; only stagework.
Even stranger, all the guys hanging out had their own coolers. It was strictly a B. I was definitely in the boondocks, and I had bad associations with the boondocks. And therefore not be fulfilled in any way other than materially. Step Two: Teenager starts dating a tattoo artist and biker. Step Three: Teenager becomes a stripper.
Reason — Work, money, and approval of boyfriend. Step Four: Teenager starts modeling nude. Step Five: Teenager starts acting in soft-core all-female adult movies. Reason — Revenge. Plus, dancing is a lot easier than being on set, a great way to build up your fan base and mailing list, and a convenient escape from the problems at home.
I realized it could serve any purpose I needed. It was a weapon I could exploit mercilessly. Even if you leave the industry, your porn career will haunt you forever. You will always be thought of as a porn star, even if you become a nun afterward.
It has to do with not feeling needed, with seeing your existence in the social hierarchy as superfluous. It is something certain animals do, evolutionarily, so that their offspring can survive on a limited food supply.
I went back to my room, shut the door, and cried. And I had come to believe that I was a star, especially after Cannes. But when I met all these people, I realized I was nothing. I was just a niche icon, not a real celebrity. Later, they started managing other pornographic websites and also started producing explicit video content. Their first produced movie, Briana Loves Jenna, won several awards, including the best-selling and best-renting pornographic title.
Jameson has also starred in the movie Private Parts in the year She also guest-starred in many popular television serials. In , she announced her retirement from the pornographic industry; however, she is still working as a webcam model since Jenna Jameson has won several awards in her career. She has earned this huge wealth through her successful career as a pornographic actress.
In , her company ClubJenna earned a profit of more than 15 million by producing explicit videos. Her movies, on average, sold more than , copies. Jenna Jameson is one of the most popular pornographic film actresses in the United States. She has also worked in many mainstream movies and television shows. Apart from being an actress, Jameson is also a famous writer, and her book was an instant bestseller, which was listed six weeks on The New York Times Best Seller list.
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