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I felt like I had a scarlet G tattooed on my forehead proclaiming I was regret-free, and actually proud of my groupie days as a feminist sexual pioneer. A bold female doing exactly what she wanted to do and not hurting anybody in the process. Isn’t that feminism in action?
I’ve written and spoken at length about what it means to be a true groupie, how I’ve spent most of my life attempting to redeem a word that has been twisted and turned in all the wrong directions. Yes, it began as a simple statement of fact. That girl is with a band so she is a groupie. But oh how it has come to mean so much more.
When I first heard the word groupie, I was standing with all of Led Zeppelin in front of the Hyatt ‘Riot’ House Hotel, ready to climb into one of their 4 limos on our way to the Forum.“Look…that girl must be a groupie!” I was 19 years old, smack dab in the middle of my heady rock & roll lifestyle, on the arm of Jimmy Page, most coveted rock god of the moment. “Hmmm,” I thought, “I have a title now – someone who hangs out with groups.” I didn't think much about it, really, until