The Scandals in Hollywood by Lindy S Hudis

We have all seen the news regarding the extent of the harassment and abuse that has been ongoing in Hollywood by men who have been using their power and status to abuse people. 
Many brave actresses and actors have been speaking out about this.  Today’s guest poster is the author Lindy S Hudis who knows about these scandals first-hand.  She shares her story here.
I moved to Los Angeles in the spring of 1992 to become an actress. I had no money, contacts or connections, just a heart full of dreams and a spirit filled with ambition.
I moved into a tiny studio apartment right in the heart of Hollywood. I felt that I was on my way, and I was excited!
I did everything right. I had studied drama in New York, New York University Tisch School of the Arts, as a matter of fact.
I had done quite a bit of live theater, including a season of Summer Stock in Upstate New York, and several Off-Broadway plays. I quickly learned that nobody was half as interested in looking down my resume as they were in looking down my shirt.

One of the most over-used and tired lines I got was the “I can get your pictures to Playboy, let me take some nude pictures of you.” I guess it must work on some girls. Of course, I was asked out, propositioned and chased around the desk. One thing I realized is that there are lots of people with money and power.
They are the gatekeepers to dreams coming true and they know this. There are also plenty of people with sick fetishes, and money can buy practically anything. 
As time goes on, and more and more young women come to Hollywood with dreams of stardom, the people with power, money and fetishes just get sicker and sick, as they are drunk with power.  As time goes by, the sadistic acts they need to get their kicks only escalate.
I was humiliated and degraded one too many times, as one jerk explained to me about this “scat” fetish, and he wanted me to relieve myself on him. It was just too much. My husband, a former actor and stuntman, agrees.
We have a wonderful life with two amazing kids. They both want to try their hand at acting and modeling, but I know the ropes and what to watch out for.
There is a plethora of information about this topic on the internet right now. I read many news stores about the experiences of famous actresses on various websites.
One of them I knew personally before she became famous. She is an incredibly accomplished performer whose career was allegedly ruined by an infamous Hollywood pig. How many talented voices were silenced because of this? When will this madness end?
In the comments section of the articles, I have observed many people asking about the “actress who never made it and gave up on Hollywood to lead ordinary lives because they couldn’t stand it anymore.”
This is one of those stories.

EXCERPT – Chapter 1

The morning sun sparkled high in the sky above Los Angeles, and the summer heat had not yet fully invaded the curious world known as Hollywood. A cool, coastal breeze drifted in from the Pacific Ocean, so the infamous L.A. smog was not going to permeate the atmosphere too severely.

The traffic at the intersection of Franklin Avenue and La Brea was typical, bumper to bumper and road rage simmering from tempestuous drivers. But, it was made even worse today by the arrival of a large moving van in front of the building.

The Franklin Regency was a five-story dwelling that loomed on the southwest corner of the crossway, halfway between the sparkling wealth of the Hollywood Hills and the sordid madness that was Hollywood Boulevard.

Everywhere beautiful, young people with fabulous faces and perfect bodies — every single one of them a struggling actor, model or something or other, trying to keep the bitterness at bay — jogged, walked dogs, hurried to auditions and roller-bladed.

While the homeless (and other un-lovely denizens of ‘paradise’ almost equal in number) who had long ago lost the spark of life, seemed to blend into the background, completely ignored and snubbed by the bronzed gods and goddesses scurrying to an audition for a laxative commercial.

Awe-filled and often-disappointed tourists took it all in, recording it on film and video for the folks back home, wherever that may be. In the bright, mirrored lobby of the Franklin Regency, however, all was cheerful and sanguine.

Rhonda McNutt talked excitedly on a payphone to her father back in Cordova, Tennessee. Rhonda was nineteen, beautiful, and in the process of moving into the Franklin Regency Apartments.

“Yes, poppa, the truck just got here.” She spoke into the receiver with her thick Southern drawl. Outside, the large van containing all of her worldly possessions had pulled up to the curb. Rhonda had driven out to Los Angeles the week before and was still in shock that she was actually here.

She looked vigilantly around the lobby, at the longhaired rocker guys covered with tattoos, the sexy, gorgeous blondes, and the older men who could not resist winking at her as they passed by. She knew she was in a whole new place, but that didn’t matter. She was in Hollywood, and she was determined to be an actress. I’m here, and I’m going to make it! I’m going to be a star!

“All right, poppa, I’ll call you as soon as the phone is turned on…I love you too, poppa. Bye.” She gently hung up the phone and waited for Marina Edwards, the apartment manager. An older woman stepped out of the elevator, clad in a severe dark business suit, and walked purposefully towards the front door.

She turned and gave Rhonda a nasty look, then stepped outside, chatting deliberately into a cell phone. Rhonda sat on a pink plush couch and waited while the moving men began to unload her furniture.

She stared up at the famous James Dean poster on the wall. ‘The Boulevard of Broken Dreams’ was the caption underneath. Not for me, Rhonda thought, my dreams of Hollywood stardom are going to come true.

She had dreamt of being a movie star since she was five, and nothing was going to stand in the way of her goals. Finally, the elevator doors opened, and Marina stepped out, accompanied by a tall, beautiful redhead.

“I’m glad this place is centrally located, my agent says I need to get to my auditions quickly.” She told Marina curtly, glancing down at her watch.

“We’re just fifteen minutes from Burbank and Warner Brothers, and five minutes from Hollywood and Paramount,” Marina explained. The girl pursed her lips and gripped her designer handbag.

“Well, I’ll think about it. I live in Pasadena now, and my agent is on my case about being late to auditions all the time. Things are starting to happen for me, and my agent tells me that I need to be close to the studios,” she said a little too loudly, glancing over at Rhonda to make sure she overheard.

She thrust her hand out to Marina, who smiled. “I’ll call you.” The girl turned sharply on her heel and headed out the front door, not without sneaking a quick glimpse of Rhonda. She gave Rhonda an uppish glance and darted out the door.

“Marina.” Rhonda jumped up and cheerfully bounded over to her.

“Hey, you! Come on in.” Marina unlocked the office door and the two of them ambled in. Marina was in her late thirties, blonde and beautiful, with very white teeth and an enormous smile.

The two women had met a few days before, when Rhonda noticed the ‘Now Renting’ sign out front as she was driving around. Marina had leased her a single apartment on the first floor, and now it was time to go over little details. The moving men were placing Rhonda’s things in the lobby.

“Apartment 122, right?” Marina smiled sweetly. She smelled of Noxzema and peppermint chewing gum.

Rhonda was so excited she could barely contain herself. My God, I’m really here!

City of Toys


What would you do to become famous in Hollywood? In City of Toys, four beautiful women confront that very question.

It takes more than just looks to make it in Tinsel Town, as they soon discover.

The city brings them together as roommates and the hunger of fame lures them into situations that they never expected.

Through a series of intertwined yet separate events, City of Toys takes us from the naive optimism of the girl’s hopes and dreams to the sordid Hollywood underworld.

Relying on one another helps get them through the Hollywood maze but will their friendship be enough to save them?


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Thank you to Lindy for speaking out about her experience regarding what she went through in Hollywood.  Those of us who have experienced sexual harassment or abuse often find it hard to talk about what happened.

It takes a lot of heart to share stories and I thank Lindy for helping to continue to shine the light on this insidious issue.

To those who have suffered, you are not alone.  You have nothing to feel shame or guilt for.  You are stronger than you realise.

On a side note, I just want to say a big thank you to all of your kind messages following the sad passing of my beloved cat Marvel. 

It is heartbreaking to lose a member of the family but we take solace that both myself and my partner were both with her at the end.

Happy writing.


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