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Alex appeared one of the better adjusted female performers - at least while she was on anti-depressants which she quit several months prior to her suicide. Many, if not most female performers, especially when compared to the men, complain constantly about the biz. Bill Margold discovered and named Alex Jordan and she was the first and only one of his "kids" to commit suicide. Born 9-20-67, Alex described herself as a true romantic. "While I'm into kinky sex, I like it to be done in romantic surroundings. I may give my husband an underwater blow job, but it'll be done in our own pretty pink bathroom with two glasses of champagne resting on the tub." Alex married Justin
Case on video in Las Vegas. Justin also does porn. On their wedding,
both of them performed "like gangbusters. "It's one thing to share your wedding night with your husband. But it's a total turn-on knowing that every nasty thing we did was being captured on videotape. "My folks knew that someone was taping our wedding and they asked us for a copy. Naturally they didn't know that the last bit on the tape features Justin and I f---ing our brains out. We had to get a specially edited version made up for them - with the tail end, so to speak, edited out! "I started in porn in 1992 by answering an ad for a nude model in a local paper. I've always been a fitness freak and I'm proud of my body. One thing led to another and the person suggested that I'd be perfect for film work. My boyfriend and I did some amateur videos after that, and then we turned pro." Alex says her husband doesn't get jealous when he sees her f---ed by someone else. "Justin knows that business is business and that our personal life together is something separate... If anything, our sex life has improved since we got into the business... We've learned... different positions. And we've gotten into doing things we might not have known about if we were just a straight couple. For one thing, Justin is into three-ways with another woman. That's a turn-on for him. I enjoy it too." Alex says she isn't bisexual but she does enjoy sex with women, "especially if they know what they're doing. If a woman knows how to suck my pussy and manipulate my clit, then it can be pure heaven." Behind these words lay the screwed life of another pathetic porn princess. Alex entered the biz in her mid-20s, an age when most actresses are getting out. She and her husband thought it'd be a good way to finance a comfortable middle class future. Alex always had her down times. In the mid-80s in Arizona, she slit her wrists, trying to kill herself. Despite being a health freak, one extreme led into another, as she regularly took drugs. In The Gangbang Girl 16, her final performance, Alex played a woman skydiver who accidentally lands in the middle of an escaped chain gang. "She was such a magnificent sexual animal," writes AFW. "She is so desperately horny, so needful of being f---ed, so exposed, so free that... during the production she reached...ultimate psychic release, that all that dick and sexual aggression drove her to the promised land." Karen Elizabeth Hughes aged quickly in the fast lane of porn. In June 1995, she became lonely when her husband went to Colorado to try to set up a ski shop so they could leave porn. She'd suffered from depression all her life, and now she'd gone months without medication. Jordan's best friend was her parrot, and when it died, she went crazy. Speaking on the telephone to her husband, she accused him of not caring about her. His crime? Lack of sensitivity to her feelings about her bird's death. She wrote a note describing her depression over the loss of her bird, and on the 27th of June, Alex hung herself in her closet. On July 2nd, Alex's friend Summer Knight, a fellow porn performer, made a call to the police saying that Alex was missing. They broke into Alex's Marina Del Rey apartment. The first person to open Jordan's closet was Summer, who smelled something funny. She saw her friend's decomposing body hanging there. "The decedent was fully clothed," said the coroner's report, "cold to the touch and in early maroon and green mottled decomposition. She was fully suspended by a rope ligature about her neck which was tied neatly about a clothing hanger bar." Police found a variety of drugs in Alex's apartment and a suicide note that said Alex was distraught over the death of her bird and that she wanted the world to know that she was leaving everything to her husband. Writer and performer Scott Mallory felt particularly sad about Jordan's death. He was going to write a fan letter to Alex Jordan, but he never got around to it. Scott had it composed in my head, telling her how beautiful she was, how exciting, how far above the porn-queen norm she was, and how he looked forward to her future projects with excitement. In the letter Scott never wrote, he told Alex how much pleasure she had given him, and how much insight into his own sexuality she had provided through her movies. Mallory wanted to tell her that she had enriched his life. "Death is always more difficult for those left behind, and now I feel bad for not putting a stamp to that letter. Psychologists would probably say it's an attempt to make sense of the unexplainable, but I can't shake the feeling that if I had sent that letter to Alex, maybe she wouldn't have killed herself. It's selfish to put so much importance on my desire for her, but then again, every little bit helps. My letter, with its expression of affection, might have kept her from committing suicide long enough for her to get some help, or for her to change her mind. At least that's what I want to think… "I was turned on by Alex Jordan. I loved her body, so firm you could bounce a quarter off any part of it - or a load of cum. "…the groundwork for her suicide was laid long before Alex arrived in Porn Valley, that the reason for her taking her own life was in her genes - not jeans." (HEVG 3/96 p. 87) The late Dr. Stoller would've agreed. "Pornography seems more the result of our changing society than a cause of change; pornography does little good and little harm... If we are to ban pornography because it can harm, then we must also ban alcohol, automobiles, non-X-rated movies, law, politics, vitamins, high heeled shoes, computers, money, skiing, animal experimentation, someone else's religion and sunshine. "Should porn be banned because someone says it harms the performers? So far, there is nothing but anecdotal evidence that the performers are at higher psychic or social risk or more unhappy than if they had gone into another trade, such as Olympic volleyball or politics. "Pornography is a fine place to study sin that consists in willfully harming oneself... Bill [Margold] and Happy [porn performers]...were into self destructiveness as a way of life, as a way of salvaging a a life. They may not choose to forego that salvation no matter how hard you thrash them. "I suspect that...everyone at work on a porn production - from the gentlest (such as Kay Parker) to the noisiest (such as Bill [Margold] and Jim [Holliday]) - is, with different degrees of visibility, thumbing his or her nose at society. For at...porn's bottom is anger: rebellion against mores, institutions, laws, parents, females, males." (Porn by Dr. Robert Stoller) "BROTHELS & DEGENERACY" DREAMLAND U.S.A.’S THE LAST MOVIE IS AN UNINTENTIONALLY HAUNTING PARABLE by Rodger Jacobs (First published in New Rave) The official cause of death was "self-inflicted asphyxiation by hanging". Alex Jordan, a green-eyed and blonde haired beauty, winner of the 1993 FOXE Video Vixen Award, was found hanging from a clothing rod in the walk-in closet of her swank Marina Del Rey apartment one sultry July evening in 1995. Alex Jordan’s death by suicide, arriving almost a year to the day after superstar Savannah took her own life with a self-inflicted gunshot wound, touched off a whirlwind of controversy in the adult entertainment industry; old wounds were re-opened, namely the question of whether the porn business causes psychological maladies. The counterpoint to that interrogatory is that the sex business attracts more than its share of fragile and insecure personalities, many of them immigrants to the City Of Angels, buying into the lie that here on the sun-drenched Left Coast you can find prosperity and with prosperity comes personal contentment and deliverance from the past. These are the beguiling and corruptive illusions of Hollywood and the cardinal deception of western culture Ever year thousands flock to the sunny shores of Southern California seeking fame, fortune, everlasting youth, and redemption from whatever dark sins they are desperately trying to hide from. Both L.A. natives and L.A. transplants are best defined as an endless procession of discontented loiterers, a choppy sea of the mad and disenfranchised whose quiet surface lives often explode in violent, self-destructive fury. As Nathanael West observed in his scathing polemic The Day Of The Locust these are people "whose clothing was sombre and badly cut, bought from mail-order houses. They loitered on the corners or stood with their backs to the shop windows and stared at everybody who passed. When their stare was returned, their eyes filled with hatred. At this time Tod knew very little about them except that they had come to California to die." Some, like Alex Jordan, stand upon their scaffold of regret once they realize that what they were seeking is not be found and opt to take the easy way out. Others, like Debi Diamond, spend their time in the sun, taking full advantage of L.A. and its shallow diversions, and then simply disappear, abandoning their dreams and easing into lives of quiet despair or domestic bliss. Dreamland U.S.A.’s The Last Movie is like a living, breathing Nathanael West character. All of the players in The Day Of The Locust come to California hoping for a career in movies and end up consumed by their own boredom and emptiness. The movie itself just lays there like some wanna-be starlet sunning herself at the beach, pitting hope against hope that some hot shot producer will stumble along the golden sands and make her a star. As entertainment The Last Movie is boring and empty, a standard 7-scene "one day wonder" lensed at a beautiful rented manse in the Hollywood Hills. But as a social document, as a testament to the doomed souls who troll the lower depths of Hollywood, The Last Movie is haunting. The Last Movie was the swan song for both Alex Jordan and Debi Diamond. Shortly after shooting was completed on the X-rated video Alex Jordan took her own life and Debi Diamond quietly and inexplicably disappeared. Alex plays "Heidi", a high class madame for Hollywood’s elite. The movie opens with a standard coupling between Alex and Jonathan Morgan at a swimming pool perched on a hill overlooking the vast Los Angeles basin. In the next scene, an orgy wherein Debi Diamond makes her first appearance, the boredom and ennui on Alex’s face is distinct and unmistakable; she spends most of her time masturbating alone while the others carnally cavort. After the orgy we cut to a luxuriously appointed bedroom where Kaitlyn Ashley is treating one of Heidi’s customers to a really good time. We intercut with fellow hooker Rebecca Bardoux in an adjoining bedroom with another john. This is a rare opportunity to see both Kaitlyn and Rebecca before they opted to have their beautiful, natural breasts enhanced. There is a sparkling and radiant enthusiasm to both of the blonde vixens in this early flick. But once they committed to the business, having their breasts augmented to better sell their wares, Kaitlyn and Rebecca took on another persona entirely; in later movies they seem diffident, almost furtive. Nathanael West’s Hollywood is a complex mosaic of brothels and degenerate behavior, of moral corruption and unfulfilled sexual desire. How fitting it is then that the last scene in The Last Movie features Alex, as Heidi, and another call girl servicing the judge in Heidi’s criminal trial in order to receive a reduced sentence. Sex sells. Sex motivates. Sex can buy your way out of anything. To paraphrase writer James Agee, the mere attempt to examine the confusion in the lives and souls of Alex Jordan and Debi Diamond would consume volumes. The climax of West’s The Day Of The Locust takes place at a movie premiere where a mass riot erupts after one of the lead characters commits a heinous act of violence. The crowd gets swept up in the chaos, a frenzy that feeds upon itself. Most of the rioters and looters, the disenfranchised seeking a quick glimpse of the movie star whom they envy, could not give you a good reason for their behavior if you asked them. They are just caught up in the violence and mayhem. Their frustration finally has an outlet. The inciting incident is not of any consequence.
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