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My minute of lust with Iggy Pop
in the bathroom of his hotel room!


L.A. Punk Mayhem from L.A. Punk Rocker by Brenda Perlin

Previously published in L.A. Punk Rocker | © 2015 by Brenda Perlin | Reprinted with permission.


Wandering around Hollywood was seldom dull. Besides the clubs, we drifted around aimlessly. In a way, we owned those streets because we were there all hours of the night. Even when no one else was out and about, I walked around with a feeling of self-respect. I was comfortable and fitting in with these people was empowering. It was as if everything and anything could be made into a joke. 


At that time I felt older than my years and pushed the boundaries with my parents to an extreme. They weren’t happy to have a teen on the loose, and I made it impossible for them.

I enjoyed meeting new people. In those days, I never traveled anywhere without my camera. I treasured capturing the moment and to this day, I look back at those photos with pride. People never hesitated posing for me, and I was more than happy to snap away at whatever I saw. 

Samantha and I were two peas in a pod. We talked alike and our giggles could be heard for miles. When I think back, I realize that was a real friendship. We were available for each other, and we didn’t have other stuff getting in the way. 


Some of the clubs we ventured off to were on the seedy side, but I was not scared for a minute. Being in danger was never in my thoughts. The streets were a playground to us. Since we were young, we were constantly pushing the envelope and doing some dreadful things.  


Take the night we all met Iggy Pop, whom we idolized. He had just released Lust for Life, and he was a major punk star, and we heard that he was staying nearby.

“Samantha, you sure Iggy Pop is in Hollywood?”


“Yeah. Pretty sure; if we go down now, we’ll find him there before he leaves for the night.”

“Wow! Okay, what do we have to lose? It would be so cool to meet him,” I said between giggles.


Samantha, her close friend, Cheri, and I strolled confidently to Hollywood, hoping to meet Iggy Pop. Not sure how we had gotten the information, but we were usually right on and within minutes, we had made it up the stairs and around the hallway to Iggy’s room. 

When we got close, the door opened and sure enough, there he was. 


Only it wasn’t exactly what we expected. A woman walked out, holding a child’s hand. She was dressed casually in jeans and wearing a turtleneck with conservative shoes. Not what I would have expected. They kissed and then I heard him say to the little girl, “Daddy loves you.” 


Who knew he had a kid!? We weren’t sure what we were going to do. I mean, here we were showing up at his room and not for a nice chat.


Eventually, we got up the nerve to knock on the door. There hadn’t been any activity for a while, and we were becoming restless. Iggy Pop opened the door and there we were, standing right in front of the guy. He didn’t have a shirt on and his trousers hung so low, you could see his hip bones. Boy, were we in Heaven or what?


“Hello. We think you are so great,” I gushed. “We are your biggest fans.”


“Is that so?” he said with a lopsided smile.


“We were kinda hoping to spend some time with you while you were in L.A.,” Samantha rattled off.


I know that sounds goofy, but we were not professionals and didn’t have much of a presentation. To our surprise, he let us into his room. I almost passed out from the adrenaline running through my veins. It was us three young girls and this totally famous rock star. Deep inside, I had the feeling I was doing something awesome. Momentous, even. It wasn’t every day you made it into a star’s hotel room. I know it sounds trashy, but we were caught up in idol worship and were naïve enough to get ourselves into this situation.


At first we made chit chat, talking about his tour and such. Then we got down to business. Who was going to sleep with him first? The idea crossed my mind while we were sitting in the hallway, but now, inside his room, I was starting to get cold feet and so were the girls. Instead, he asked us to take turns with him in the bathroom. Just the thought put my stomach in knots, and I felt ill. When I joined him in the tiny restroom, I was getting claustrophobic and my head spun. He looked at me in a sexual way, and I knew he was serious. 


Once Iggy brought his lips close to mine, I nearly lost it. 


Being insecure, I whispered, “Okay. I’m ready.” I might have even been closing my eyes. His tongue was wedged so deep in my throat that I thought it was going to touch my tonsils. I had never been kissed like that before. Not like that!


“Honey, you need to relax. Try not to think so much.”


The thing is, I don’t think I was thinking at all. Everything in my brain was a blur, and I knew we were not going any further even if he had tried, though he didn’t. The thought of having sex with Iggy Pop made me shake with fear. As much as I wanted to act like a woman, I was far from it. I guess Sam and Cheri felt the same, too, because after we all took our turns in the bathroom, we escaped as fast as we could with very little to tell.

Brenda Perlin originates from California and has never left the state. Her books are based on personal experiences. Brenda is passionate about music and supporting animal rescue programs.

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