மஹாத்மா காந்திற்கு ஞானஸ்நானம் செய்த சர்ச்சின் செக்ஸ் ரகசியங்கள்!
ஏதோ இறந்துவிட்ட மஹாத்மா காந்திற்கு ஞானஸ்நானம் செய்வித்ததால் அந்த சர்ச் உயர்ந்த நிலையை அடைந்து விட்டதாக நினைக்க வேண்டாம்.
அமெரிக்காவிலேயே செக்ஸ் விஷயங்களில் சிக்க்யுள்ள சர்ச் இதுதான். இந்த சர்ச்சின் செக்ஸ் ரகசியங்கள் ஆரம்ப காலத்திலிருந்து இன்று வரை தொடர்கிறது[1].
அவ்வாறு பல செக்ஸ் சர்ச்சைகளில்[2], காமக்களியாட்டங்களில், திருமணத்திற்கு முன்பாக உடலுறவு / செக்ஸ் விஷயங்களில் தாராளமாக உள்ள சர்ச் தான் இன்று, மஹாத்மா காந்திற்கு ஞானஸ்நானம் செய்வித்து கேவலமான விளம்பரத்தைத் தேட முயற்சித்து வகையாக மாட்டிக் கொண்டுள்ளது.
“கிஸ் அடிக்கலாமா, வேண்டாமா” என்று பட்டிமன்றம் நடத்திய சர்ச் இதுவாகத்தான் இருக்க வேண்டும்[3].
கைமூட்டி அடிப்பது பற்றியும் விதிகள் சொல்லப்பட்டுள்ளன[4].
செக்ஸைப் பற்றி விதிமுறைகளையும் வெளியிட்டுள்ளது[5].
ஆக செக்ஸில் பி.எச்.டியே செய்யும் அளவிற்கு செக்ஸைப் பற்றி விவாதித்துள்ளனர்[6].
Mormon Sexuality
Great Moments in Mormon Sexual History
A chronology of official actions on sex and marriage in the Mormon Church
What the Lord’s law is concerning this intimate marital practice
A faithful LDS Physician speaks to the healthy benefits of masturbation
LDS Church leaders give counsel on how spouses can imrpove sexual intimacy
The strong link between depression and sexual repression in LDS marriages
One former-Mormon’s sexual awakening after Mormonism
Church leaders speak out against moral evils that ruin civilization
Is God waging a war on human sexuality through Mormon prophets?
Inspired Mormon leaders explain what petting is and how bad it is
How Mormon beliefs and offical teachings harm victims of sexual abuse
Four questions to heighten your awareness of sexual repression
Another look at Boyd K. Packer’s infamous talk on Mastrubation
One man’s perspective
External link to court case highlights importance of parental awareness of church policies
பொதுவான கிருத்துவர்களைவிட, இந்த மோர்மோன் கிருத்துவர்கள் வல்லவர்கள். மேரியைக் கூட விட்டு வைக்கவில்லை. கடவுள் எலோஹிம் மேரியுடன் செக்ஸ் வைத்துக் கொண்டார் என்று உறுதியாகச் சொல்கிறது[7].
[7] he Mormon God Elohim had Sex with Mary, http://www.exmormon.org/mormon/mormon385.htm
குறிச்சொற்கள்: இலா, இலாஹி, இலோஹிம், உடல் செக்ஸ், எலோஹிம், கிஸ், கிஸ் அடிப்பது, கைமூட்டி, திருமணம், பின்பு செக்ஸ், முன்பு செக்ஸ், மேரி, மோர்மோன், மோர்மோன் செக்ஸ், வாழ்வழி செக்ஸ்
இந்தியாவில் கிருத்துவம் 
12:25 பிப இல் மார்ச் 4, 2012 |
The beauty queen, the Mormon sex slave and the bizarre crime that gripped Britain in 1977
http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/the-beauty-queen-the-mormon-sex-slave-141684
WHEN American beauty queen Joyce McKinney was spurned by her 6ft 4in lover, she was heartbroken.
Joyce McKinney (Pic: AP)
WHEN American beauty queen Joyce McKinney was spurned by her 6ft 4in lover, she was heartbroken.
But rather than shedding a tear or two she set out to win her man back.
What followed in the summer of 1977 was one of the most remarkable “love” stories the world has ever seen.
So desperate was McKinney to rekindle their brief romance, the 25-year-old hired private detectives to trace Kirk Anderson, 19, from Utah to Ewell in Surrey where he was a door-to-door Mormon missionary.
Daily Mirror front pages: Joyce McKinny
Daily Mirror front pages: Joyce McKinny
But rather than write to her former lover pleading for him to come back, McKinney flew thousands of miles across the Atlantic, kidnapped her man at gunpoint and chained him up in a remote Devon cottage for days of kinky sex.
The stunt certainly got Anderson’s attention and while he was handcuffed to the bed he agreed to marry her.
Unfortunately, when the devout Mormon escaped McKinney’s clutches he ran straight to the police and accused her of raping him. The unusual story hit the headlines across the globe and became an overnight sensation.
Now, more than 30 years on, a documentary about the bizarre tale is opening in cinemas in the US today and will hit the UK later this year.
Oscar-winning producer Errol Morris’ film follows the efforts of the Mirror and other papers pursuing the story.
McKinney, a former Miss Wyoming, was a drama student in Utah, the heartland of Mormon America, when she met Anderson from Salt Lake City.
The pair had a brief fling and McKinney later claimed she had miscarried his baby.
Overcome by guilt, devout Mormon Anderson apparently sought advice from his bishop, who told him to sever ties with McKinney and move away from Utah.
That’s when the saga began.
Once she knew of his location McKinney, by this time 27, flew to England with an architect friend called Keith May.
Armed with an imitation revolver, May confronted Anderson on the steps of Ewell’s Church of the Latter Day Saints, and frog-marched him to a car in which McKinney was waiting.
Chloroformed and hidden under a blanket, the bespectacled Mormon was driven 200 miles to Okehampton in Devon, where his kidnappers had hired a quaint 17th century cottage.
McKinney later said she had packed the fridge with Anderson’s favourite food and studied The Joy Of Sex manual in preparation for what was to come. She said they both enjoyed “bondage games” and he made her heart go “sort of flip-flop”.
Anderson said McKinney chained him to a bed with mink-lined handcuffs, tore off his pyjamas and had sex with him repeatedly.
McKinney, who was accused of kidnap, told Epsom magistrates she loved Anderson and had restrained him because that was the only way he could enjoy sex.
She memorably told the court she would “ski down Mount Everest in the nude with a carnation up my nose” for him.
But Anderson said: “I didn’t wish it to happen. I was extremely depressed and upset after being forced to have sex.”
Anderson claimed to have been wearing some kind of Mormon chastity belt.
After he escaped, McKinney and May were arrested at a roadblock and charged with false imprisonment and possessing an imitation firearm. McKinney spent three months on remand in Holloway Prison before being released on bail on the grounds of her failing mental health.
The story – known as the Mormon Sex Slave Case – captivated the British public during an otherwise quiet summer.
Former Mirror photographer Kent Gavin, who covered the story at the time, recalls: “There was great competition to get the story. It just had everything, a beauty queen, the kidnap of a Mormon missionary and kinky sex, it was the perfect tabloid story.
“The public were gripped and wanted more every day.”
McKinney met with May, who was also out on bail, and the pair fled to Canada, using false passports and disguised in wigs and glasses as deaf-mute mime artistes.
By now an international fugitive, McKinney reappeared in Atlanta, Georgia, disguised as a nun. Before long, the Mirror caught up with her and she dropped her disguise to revel in her notoriety.
Ex-boyfriend Steve Moskowitz produced dozens of photos of her nude modelling days. He also said she was a sex worker and always took her dog with her.
Following this, McKinney posed topless for a number of magazines before the US authorities finally caught up with her.
Once again, she was freed on bail and by now – 1979 – there seemed to be no appetite in the UK for forcing her extradition.
McKinney, meanwhile, had allegedly vanished into an increasingly desperate world of prostitution, drug abuse and psychiatric problems.
She resurfaced once more in 1984, when she was arrested near Salt Lake City Airport, where Anderson was working.
In her car, police found a length of rope and a pair of handcuffs.
She failed to show up in court and the case was dropped.
By the late 90s, McKinney was living in a remote farm in North Carolina, dogged by ill health and living on benefits.
Then in the summer of 2008 a bizarre story broke about a Californian woman who had paid £25,000 to a South Korean laboratory to have her dead pitbull terrier cloned, in the first transaction of its kind.
“Bernann McKinney” from Palm Springs had saved tissue from the ear of her beloved “Booger”, which was frozen after the dog died, and then used as DNA source material to produce five pitbull pups.
Veteran journalists had to double-take the picture of the woman and soon realised Bernann McKinney was in fact the original Joyce McKinney.
No one imagined her life could get any more surreal.
McKinney was then approached by filmmaker Morris in 2009 and happily gave interviews for the documentary.
But after watching the first screening of the film, called Tabloid, last year McKinney is said to have hit the roof.
The now 62-year-old is furious at how she is portrayed and has vowed to sue Morris.
“It’s not my story,” McKinney said of the film in a recent interview. “I always wanted to write a book, because my real story has never been told, except the Mormon version.”
McKinney contends that while she and Anderson did have sex in their Devon cottage, the abduction and rape stories were concocted by the Mormon Church to get Anderson away from her and back into the fold.
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints said it had no comment on McKinney or the movie. As for Anderson, it is believed he is an estate agent living with a Mormon approved wife in Utah.
In the past 12 months filmmakers say McKinney, who still lives in Palm Springs with her dogs, has continued her odd behaviour by following Tabloid to pre-screenings.
She has been spotted in several cinemas announcing to filmgoers who she is and heckling “liar, liar!” at the big screen.
9:40 முப இல் மார்ச் 5, 2012 |
இம்மாதிரி பத்திரிக்கைகளை தமிழில் போடலாமே?
முன்பு சரோஜாதேவி புக்ஸ் எல்லாம் இருந்தது.
பிறகு தேன்கிண்ணம், வாலிபம், விருந்து, என்று நிறைய வந்தன. இப்பொழுது ஒன்னும் காணோமே?
12:48 பிப இல் மார்ச் 5, 2012 |
மக்களின் கருத்துகள் பலவற்றாக இருக்கும். இவற்றை இந்தியாவில் தெரியப்படுத்தும் நோக்கம், கிருத்துவர்கள் அத்தகைய / எத்தகைய வேலையையும்ச் செய்யத் துணிந்தவர்கள் என்று எடுத்துக் காட்டவே இடுகை இடப்பட்டது.
ஏனெனில், இந்தியர்கள் எதையும் தெரிந்துகொள்ளாமல் இருப்பது, தெரிந்தாலும் “கடவுள் பார்த்துக் கொள்வார்” என்பது போல இருந்து விடுவது போன்ற தூக்கங்களினின்று விழித்தெழுந்து, அவற்றை எதிர்க்க உரியவற்றை மேற்கொள்ள வேண்டும்.
9:56 முப இல் மார்ச் 5, 2012 |
These things are well known and therefore, you need not put them here to draw the attention of others. Moreover, they are old stuff.
Of course, it is umnfortunate that the Indian Christians themselves have been involved in many sex scandals recently. The pedophile actitivities are taboo on the Chroistianity.
It is not known how they are escaped or continue to indulge in committing the same offence again and again.
Yet, it is better that each one cares about their own affairs, instead of criticizing others or poking their noses.
1:20 பிப இல் மார்ச் 5, 2012 |
As mentioned in Tamil, for you, it might be old stuff, but most of the Indians are not aware of the activities of the Christians.
At least, you have also accepted the unlawful activities of the Christians in India.
As the secular Indian government allows such pedophiles, they copme, enjoys and go away with or without punishment.
I am bringing these facts only to point out that they indulge in such activities. It is not criticising or poking nose into their affairs. In fact, they are poking nose into the affairs of Indians.
1:26 பிப இல் மார்ச் 5, 2012 |
As mentioned in Tamil, for you, it might be old stuff, but most of the Indians are not aware of the activities of the Christians.
At least, you have also accepted the unlawful activities of the Christians in India.
As the secular Indian government allows such pedophiles, they copme, enjoys and go away with or without punishment.
I am bringing these facts only to point out that they indulge in such activities. It is not criticising or poking nose into their affairs. In fact, they are poking nose into the affairs of Indians.
12:28 பிப இல் மார்ச் 5, 2012 |
இதையெல்லாம், தாங்கள் விவரிக்காமல் இருந்தாலே, இந்தியாவிஇற்கு நல்லது.
12:50 பிப இல் மார்ச் 5, 2012 |
மேலே குறிப்பிட்டபடி, நம்மை எதிர்ப்பவர்கள் செய்யும் திட்டமுறையை நாம் அறிந்து கொண்டேயாக வேண்டும். நமக்கென்ன என்று சும்மா இருந்து விட முடியாது.
12:30 பிப இல் மார்ச் 5, 2012 |
நமது நாட்டிற்கு இவையெல்லாம் தேவையில்லை.
12:52 பிப இல் மார்ச் 5, 2012 |
ஆமாம், அத்தகைய கிருத்துவர்களின் செயல்கள் நமக்குத் தேவையில்லை.
ஆனால், அவற்றை நாம் அறிந்து கொள்ள வேண்டும்.
12:27 பிப இல் மார்ச் 4, 2012 |
The Racy Mormon Sex Scandal Behind ‘Tabloid’ Film
http://ipopindia.blogspot.in/2011/08/racy-mormon-sex-scandal-behind-tabloid.html
Not even an Oscar-winning documentary filmmaker like Errol Morris is immune from the allure of a salacious sex scandal.
Morris (“The Fog of War”) was reading his newspaper in 2008 and came across an Associated Press story about an American woman who had her pit bull cloned in South Korea.
The last paragraph of the item noted that the woman, Bernann McKinney, might also be Joyce McKinney, who was part of a “sex in chains” story from 30 years ago.
Morris was immediately intrigued.
“What is a tabloid story? A story that usually drags us in,” Morris said in an interview from his Cambridge, Mass., office. “It could be a four- or five-word headline, but it makes us want to find out more.”
McKinney’s lurid and fascinating story — of the former beauty queen and the Mormon missionary she tied to a bed in an English cottage — is the basis of Morris’ latest documentary, “Tabloid,” which opens in select cities on Friday (July 15).
Here are the known events of McKinney’s story:
In 1977, Mormon missionary Kirk Anderson went missing in England, reportedly abducted. A few days later, he was free, and told the police he was held against his will in a cottage in Devon, tied to a bed and raped.
McKinney, a former Miss Wyoming World, was arrested and charged with the crime — though she and an accomplice, Keith May, fled Britain and returned to the United States.
To this day, McKinney opines that she and Anderson were in love and engaged to be married when his family forced him to accept his mission call. She says he went with her willingly to that cottage.
She also argues that it was impossible for her to rape him, using her standard argument, “Did you ever try to shove a marshmallow into a parking meter?”
(Anderson, who now lives in Utah, rejected Morris’ requests to be in the film.)
McKinney turned down the filmmaker’s first interview request, and he set the story aside. Six months later, after Morris had been offered a series with Showtime about tabloid news stories, he thought “The Case of the Manacled Mormon” would make a good pilot for the series.
“We called Joyce again,” Morris said, “and this time she was interested.”
Morris interviewed McKinney in a Van Nuys, Calif., studio. Producer Mark Lipson came away calling McKinney “so compelling, so driven.”
“Joyce is a natural performer,” Lipson said. “Given the opportunity, even casually, Joyce will talk for three hours on the phone.”
“Tabloid” largely consists of an extensive interview with McKinney, in which she tells the story of her life. Morris augments her narrative with interviews with one of her accomplices, two reporters who covered the case for a British tabloid and an official from the Korean cloning firm. Morris also interviews Utah gay activist Troy Williams, who explains the pressures the Mormon Church and its belief in premarital chastity might have placed on Anderson’s psyche.
“I have this fascination with Joyce — I think everybody does,” said Williams, who produces and hosts “RadioActive” on KRCL, a community radio station.
When Williams served a Mormon mission to England from 1990 to 1992, McKinney’s story had taken on the stature of a folk legend — a cautionary tale “to stay away from immoral thoughts and never leave your companion,” Williams said.
McKinney sought out Williams several years ago, seeking to use his show to clear her name. But, Williams said, he never put her on the air because she was determined to talk only about her criticisms of the Mormon church.
The producer says Morris’ “Tabloid” isn’t a standard documentary or “60 Minutes” segment. “The movie, to my thinking, is as much film noir and B-movie,” Lipson said.
Ultimately, Morris said, “Tabloid” isn’t just about McKinney’s sordid story — or the way the British tabloids ran with it. It’s about the elusive nature of truth.
“There’s this idea that people know the truth and are hiding it from you … and that you (the interviewer) are playing a cat-and-mouse game,” Morris said. “There is no ‘technique’ for finding absolute truth. It’s a quest, it’s a pursuit, it’s an investigation. You try to find things out, you hope to find things out, but you may fall short.”
As far as the truth about what happened in Devon in 1977, there’s only McKinney’s version available. Anderson’s not talking, and Keith May, McKinney’s accomplice, died in 2004.
“This is not a claim that there is no such thing as truth,” Morris said. “On the contrary, there is such a thing. We may not be able to grab ahold of it, but there is such a thing. Something happened in that love cottage.”
9:37 முப இல் மார்ச் 5, 2012 |
அதேதான் இங்கும் உள்ளது.
விவரங்களை தமிழில் கொடுங்கய்யா.
1:39 பிப இல் மார்ச் 5, 2012 |
இதைப் பற்றிய விவரங்களைக் கொடுக்கலாமா வேண்டாமா என்ற நிலையில் மற்றவர்கள் தங்களது கருத்துகளை வெளியிட்டுள்ளதைக் கவனிக்கவும்.
எப்படியிருந்தாலும், சில விஷயங்கள் இந்தியர்களுக்குத் தெரியப்படுத்த வேண்டியதன் அவசியம் உள்ளபோது, அவற்றைத் தெரிவித்தேயாக வேண்டும்.
9:54 முப இல் மார்ச் 5, 2012 |
These things are well known and therefore, you need not put them here to draw the attention of others. Moreover, they are old stuff.
Of course, it is umnfortunate that the Indian Christians themselves have been involved in many sex scandals recently. The pedophile actitivities are taboo on the Chroistianity.
Yet, it is better that each one cares about their own affairs, instead of criticizing others or poking their noses.
12:30 பிப இல் மார்ச் 5, 2012 |
இதையெல்லாம் நீங்கள் தெரியப்படுத்தாமல் இருந்தாலே இந்தியாவிற்கு நல்லது.
12:32 பிப இல் மார்ச் 4, 2012 |
Joyce McKinney and the battle of the tabloids
The beauty queen, the Mormon missionary tied to a bed – Joyce McKinney’s bizarre story gripped Britain in the 1970s and is now retold in a fine documentary
http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2011/oct/16/mckinney-mormon-missionary-sex-tabloid
Andrew Anthony
The Observer, Sunday 16 October 2011
Article history
Joyce McKinney loved playing the celebrity at film premieres – and for the tabloids. Photograph: PA Archive
Joyce McKinney is one of those names that for people of a certain age opens a doorway into the past. To mention it is to be transported back to the 1970s, when there were only three TV channels, British food was awful, sex was naughty and Fleet Street was still the home of national newspapers. Back then computers were the preserve of boffins in white coats, but even if journalists had managed to lay their hands on some mainframe monster the size of a small house, and programmed it with all the ingredients of the perfect tabloid story, the results could never have matched the bizarre and compelling tale of a wannabe beauty queen’s obsessional love.
Tabloid
Production year: 2010
Country: USA
Cert (UK): 15
Runtime: 87 mins
Directors: Errol Morris
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Featuring a missionary, a kidnapping, bondage sex, naked photographs, a daring flight from justice, and even the Osmonds pop group, the story held the nation in its irresistible spell for the better part of a year. To some – not least herself – McKinney was the embodiment of the wronged woman. To others she was a kind of contemporary witch, able to manipulate people, particularly men, to her own ends and change identity at will.
Yet while some aspects of the drama were as old as the battle of the sexes, its plot was radically unconventional. Like some riotous postmodern novel, the McKinney saga boasted at least one unreliable narrator, a debate about the subjectivity of truth, a feminist subtext, a theme on artificial celebrity, and a kind of cruel authorial joke at the expense of all the characters, including the press itself.
Thirty-four years on, the tale has been retold by Errol Morris in a jaunty and yet perceptive documentary entitled Tabloid. The film looks at how myths are created both in the media and our own minds and suggests that even the most incredible falsehoods grow out of heartfelt desires. As Morris recently said about his film: “It’s a ridiculous story. But people are wrong if they think the profound and the ridiculous are incompatible.”
Kirk Anderson in 1976. Photograph: AP
When a Mormon missionary by the name of Kirk Anderson went missing on 14 September 1977 near Epsom, news editors scarcely blinked. There was plenty else going on at the time. In this disappeared world, pop star Marc Bolan was to meet his end in a car crash on 16 September, unions were in discussions to save British Leyland, the Paedophile Information Exchange was organising public meetings, George Davis, the freed armed robber was rearrested for robbing a bank, and the tropical holiday arrangements of Princess Margaret and Roddy Llewellyn were held to be of national import.
But as the days, weeks and months unfolded, the back story to Anderson’s abduction began to force its way into the headlines. By turns funny, kinky, sad and mystifying, it began in the Appalachian mountains, where McKinney, an only child, grew up in a small town in North Carolina. She was a bright and restless girl with a compulsive weakness for beauty pageants – which she frequently entered, seldom with success – and a strongly religious appreciation of morality. As she came of age her two guiding principles in life seemed to be celebrity and chastity. Perhaps inevitably they were destined to clash.
In 1973, having converted to Mormonism, she moved to Provo in Utah to study at the church’s Brigham Young university. While in Utah she set about infiltrating the social circle around the Osmonds, the squeaky-clean family pop group that were the pride of the Mormon church. By various accounts she fashioned a relationship of sorts with one of the brothers, Wayne Osmond. In Anthony Delano’s invaluable little book Joyce McKinney and the Case of the Manacled Mormon, the author notes that Olive Osmond, the family’s matriarch, was sufficiently concerned to take steps to keep McKinney away from her boys. There were also reports that when Wayne later announced his engagement to another woman, McKinney was devastated.
Not long after the Osmond crisis, McKinney met Kirk Anderson and the couple starting dating. In Tabloid, McKinney, now a rotund 60-year-old, describes Anderson as though he were a heroic combination of Clark Kent and Gary Cooper. In reality he was an unprepossessing figure, overweight, ill-at-ease and, at 19, six years younger than McKinney.
According to McKinney, they slept together, she lost her virginity and, overwhelmed by guilt, Anderson confessed his sinful behaviour to Mormon elders, who promptly put a stop to the affair. Anderson was moved out of Utah, and then dispatched abroad to England on missionary work in East Grinstead, Reading and finally Epsom. McKinney claimed the tryst had left her pregnant and that she miscarried.
Appalled by the church’s reaction, she turned her back on Mormonism, but not on Anderson. She pursued him across America, first to California and then to Oregon, where, in an effort to escape her attention, he lived under an assumed name. And when Anderson was then sent to England, McKinney employed a detective agency to find him.
With an accomplice, a man named Keith May, she embarked on her own mission: to get Anderson back. The two conspirators flew to England and, using an imitation handgun, abducted Anderson and drove him to a secluded cottage in Devon. Exactly what took place in the cottage during the following three days remains the subject of dispute. But all parties agree that at one stage the Mormon was tied to a bed while McKinney repeatedly had sex with him in an effort to become impregnated. McKinney has always maintained that the bondage was a game designed to ease Anderson’s guilt about sexual enjoyment. Anderson insisted that he was effectively raped. After three days he was allowed to leave. McKinney and May were then quickly arrested and held on remand in prison for three months.
Although many British industries were in decline in the 1970s, the newspaper business was thriving, particularly at the tabloid end of the market. The biggest selling daily paper was the Daily Mirror, with a circulation of around 4 million. Close behind and rapidly gaining ground was the Sun, with its page three “stunners” and salacious populism. The Mirror liked to think of itself as a campaigning newspaper with a roster of celebrated columnists, but it was always on the hunt for titillating stories and few were more titillating than that told at Epsom magistrates court in late 1977.
McKinney had been desperately trying to get word to the press during her incarceration. When committal proceedings were held to decide whether the case should go to trial, she got her chance to go public. She demanded that reporting restrictions be lifted and then spoke at length to the court about such matters as the erotic benefits of oral sex, as reporters feverishly scribbled, unable to believe the gift of ready-to-print copy forming in their notebooks.
If McKinney was never quite the fabulous beauty of her imagination, she was blonde, shapely, with a sweet face and, most beguiling of all, a comely Southern accent. And she had read The Joy of Sex. As far as the press was concerned, she was the Scarlett O’Hara of sexual liberation.
The prosecution argued that McKinney was a stalker whose “all-consuming passion” had led her to abduct Anderson and force him to have sex. The barrister for the crown read out Anderson’s submission: “She grabbed my pyjamas from just around my neck and tore them from my body. The chains were tight and I could not move. She proceeded to have intercourse. I did not want it to happen. I was very upset.”
Alas the Daily Mirror was initially unable to publish this emotive testimony because it was unable to publish a newspaper, at least in the south of Britain. It was locked into one of its periodic industrial disputes, this time with the National Union of Journalists, and printing was suspended at its London presses. Fortunately the hearing lasted several weeks, enough time for the reporters to resolve their action and record McKinney’s extraordinary final speech.
At one point in that bravura performance she held forth to the magistrates on the psychology of sexual submission. “I think I should explain sexual bondage and Kirk’s sexual hang-ups,” she said. “Kirk was raised by a very dominant mother. He has a lot of guilt about sex because his mother has overprotected him all his life… He has to be tied up to have an orgasm.”
But the quote that was a sub-editor’s fantasy came during the extended declaration of her feelings for Anderson. “I loved Kirk so much,” she told the court, “that I would have skied down Mount Everest in the nude with a carnation up my nose.”
As Jean Rook, the doyenne of the Daily Express, put it with characteristic understatement: “Never had a woman laid her soul and everything else so bare, or declared her passion in such richly scented, spine-chilling language.”
It was as if McKinney had studied the tabloids and served them exactly what they wanted. Given that she had little else to occupy her for almost three months in Holloway prison, that is probably precisely what did happen. “She knew how to turn a phrase, did Joyce,” says Mike Molloy, the Daily Mirror’s editor at the time. “Like everyone else, and not just in the tabloid press, I was riveted.”
But if she had the reporters eating out of her hand, the magistrates were less impressed. They referred the case to trial, although they did now grant her bail. And that’s when the fun really started. Although she was obliged by her bail conditions to live with her parents, who had come over to Britain, and their temporary landlady in north London, McKinney soon set about enjoying her new-found fame.
With Keith in tow, she toured Fleet Street’s offices looking to sell her story for £50,000. She promised to expose the Mormon church and the Osmond family, and took out an advertisement in Variety seeking the attention of agents and film studios. Her sharp routine in and out of court didn’t go unnoticed. If she was capable of such show-stealing turns, news editors began to wonder, could her story of a sheltered life really make sense? And what had she been up to in the two years between leaving Utah and coming to England?
At the Mirror, Molloy had more urgent concerns. He was trying to build his spring advertising campaign around the sexual revelations of George Best, who was then living in Los Angeles. The series was to be called “The Best XI”. Molloy despatched Kent Gavin, a photographer who knew Best, to California to persuade the footballer to confide his bedroom secrets.
Best wasn’t interested but while he was in LA, Gavin received a tip-off that McKinney had once shared a flat in the city with a man named Steve Moskowitz. Gavin, a tenacious newshound, tracked down Moskowitz and promised to fly him to London to see McKinney’s trial at the Old Bailey that was due to start in May.
“I had no idea what we were going to unearth,” Gavin remembers. “He was an ex-boyfriend and he was crazy about her. It turned out that he was a real freak but he opened the doors for us.”
The following day Moskowitz turned up at Gavin’s hotel with a stash of photographs featuring McKinney in various nude poses, mostly with an S&M theme. He also told Gavin that the former Mormon had worked as an escort and that reporters from the Sun had been in touch with him, though he had told them nothing.
Fearing that the Mirror’s rivals would beat him to the story, Gavin trawled through McKinney’s phone bill, searching for soft-porn photographers and the all-important negatives. He also dug out adverts for McKinney’s services in the classified sections of free magazines. “Spending that amount of money these days on what could have been a wild goose chase – it just wouldn’t happen,” says Gavin. “Those were the glory days of Fleet Street. Money was no object anywhere round the world.” The whole investigation took him around three weeks but he found what he was looking for and headed back to London with a bulging file of lurid evidence.
The only problem was that the Mirror couldn’t run the story. There were no moral doubts. Molloy and Gavin both thought that McKinney deserved to have her secret past exposed. As far as they were concerned, she was trying to make money out of a false image, conning not just the law but, perhaps less acceptably, the press. Yet anything published about McKinney before the trial would be contempt of court, and in April 1978 the trial suddenly looked like being indefinitely postponed.
Peter Tory is a former RSC actor who drifted, almost by accident, into journalism. When McKinney was doing the London rounds, Tory was deputy on the William Hickey gossip column in the Daily Express. He would go on to edit the column, but at the time his good friend, Peter McKay, who is now responsible for the Ephraim Hardcastle column in the Daily Mail, was in charge. Noting McKinney’s popular appeal, McKay suggested that Tory should take the out-on-bail American along to the premiere of a Joan Collins film entitled The Stud.
Tory is the star of Tabloid. With his suavely diffident manner that is reminiscent of Bill Nighy, he’s a gifted and entertaining anecdotalist. He tells me that his memory of the McKinney story has been kept active by repeated retellings at dinner parties over the past three decades.
“Peter [McKay] was always one for getting other people to do things,” he recalls. “So I dressed up in a dinner jacket and put dark glasses on and turned up outside the Empire with Joyce McKinney in a Rolls-Royce. There were a great number of photographers. She enjoyed every minute of it, behaving like a seasoned Hollywood star, posing this way and that way for the cameras. Any idea that she’d been exploited by anybody is absolute nonsense.”
Photographs of the event show a beaming McKinney in the kind of dress Elizabeth Hurley would later make a career falling out of. Whatever McKinney was projecting, it wasn’t an image of God-fearing modesty. Tory recognised a fellow performer, someone who slipped so effortlessly into a role that she became the act and the act became her.
“When I went to Ascot with a top hat, I was rather like Joyce McKinney,” he says. “I used to believe I was William Hickey. The strange thing about being William Hickey is that there were people who thought you were William Hickey. I remember Jeffrey Archer once calling me up from New York trying to impress some publisher. He said, ‘Is that Bill?’ I said, ‘Who’s this?’ He said, ‘Jeffrey Archer.’ I said, ‘It’s Peter Tory here Jeffrey, why are you calling me Bill?’ ‘Ah Bill, how are things? How about lunch next Wednesday, Bill?’ So one played this sort of strange double role.”
For Tory the McKinney stunt was just another mad adventure in what was a non-stop Fleet Street party, before newspapers were dispersed to hermetically sealed offices in different corners of London. He reminisces about the expenses-fuelled largesse that brought together journalists from rival papers in drunken unity. “Mike Molloy used to phone me up at 12.30 and say ‘Peter do you fancy a drink?’ And I’d go into his office and have a drink and there would be two Jaguars in the underground car park of the Mirror building that had been warmed up with chauffeurs ready and all of us hacks would be driven off to El Vino, which was only about 300 yards away, and then we would spend about two hours there drinking. And not fine wine but drinking large whiskies. To my certain knowledge, in those days most of the papers were written and edited by people who were technically drunk.”
One of the most striking contrasts in this story is between the female teetotaller McKinney and the hard-drinking male hack pack. For a while at least, it was the sober American who outwitted the inebriated Britons. Within days of The Stud premiere, McKinney had vanished. She didn’t turn up at the police station as required by her bail agreement. Instead, with the help of her landlady, whom she had charmed to her cause, she and May assumed the identities of two dead Mormons and slipped out of the country in disguise, pretending to be a pair of deaf mutes.
Initially Tory felt as though he’d been duped, used as a kind of decoy, as McKinney readied herself to flee. Then one evening, a week or so later, in his office, he received a call from McKinney, who was back in the States.
“She said she wanted to sell her story to the Daily Express,” Tory recalls. “She gave me all this bullshit that it was the only paper she trusted and I was the only journalist she trusted. She said she wanted £40,000 in a suitcase. I said, ‘Just hold on’, and I went through to Derek Jameson’s office, who was the editor. I said: ‘I’ve got Joyce McKinney on the telephone and she wants to sell her story to us.’
The Daily Express and Daily Mirror published dramatically different versions of McKinney’s story on the same day. The Mirror’s version won out.
“Derek nearly fell off his chair. ‘Fuck me,’ he said, ‘what does she want?’ I said she wants £40,000 in a suitcase, and so he said, ‘Well give it to her, give it to her.’ So I rushed back to the phone and told her that would be fine, and where was I to meet her.”
Armed with a worrying amount of cash, Tory flew out to meet McKinney and May at the Hilton Atlanta Airport. The two fugitives turned up in greasepaint, dressed “like characters from a really bad amateur production of Ali Baba”, recalls Tory. As a gossip columnist, he didn’t have any experience of major stories so the Express sent along the head of their New York bureau, Brian Vine, and a photographer, to help out.
Paranoid about the FBI, whose agents she feared were tracking her, McKinney insisted that the group move from hotel to hotel around the southern states as Tory took down her story. It was a largely anodyne if self-glorifying narrative, and Tory believed every word. “She told it in a colourful way,” recalls Tory, “but there was no sense that she had ever been anything but a sweet country girl and she got caught up in this business in London, and everything was part of a Mormon conspiracy. I thought it was a bit boring really, but I thought, here am I involved in a great scoop. I was never a proper reporter.”
Meanwhile, in London, the Mirror had got wind of the Express’s “scoop”. In one sense the Mirror team was disappointed. They hoped that it would be the Sun that swallowed McKinney’s apple-pie ramblings. But it also meant that the Express was going to risk contempt of court charges, which strengthened the Mirror’s own case for publishing. In any event the word Molloy was hearing was that neither the British police nor judiciary were keen to see McKinney back in the country or the dock. To all intents and purposes, the trial was history.
So it was that on Monday 22 May 1978, the Daily Express published the Joyce McKinney story under the front page headline “My Undying Love”. She was photographed in a roll-neck sweater, smiling with a carnation in her teeth. “For the first time yesterday,” read the opening paragraph, “Joyce McKinney talked freely about the love affair behind her astonishing sex-in-chains kidnapping case.” She described her love for Anderson as “tender, profound, indestructible”.
On the same day, the Daily Mirror also had McKinney on its front page. This time she was naked and staring at the camera with a less-than-innocent expression. The headline was “The Real McKinney” and the report began: “She called herself Little Miss Perfect. But there was another side to the runaway beauty queen Joyce McKinney. As a sex hostess she earned $25,000 in 18 months on America’s shady vice circuit.”
Seldom can two newspapers have run such graphically contrasting versions of the same story on the same day. Holed up in a hotel in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, McKinney, Tory and the rest of the extended group waited to hear news of how the Express story had fared in Britain, all of them utterly unaware of the Mirror’s contribution. When a friend of McKinney’s phoned and told her what had happened, she became hysterical.
“It was like something from The Exorcist,” says Tory. “She screamed and screamed and she appeared to me to be about to jump off the balcony. She ran for the balcony and tore the curtain down. I thought, God, she’s going to go over the edge and there were these American tourists underneath in deck chairs – she would have taken them with her.”
Tory and Vine took McKinney to a nearby hospital, where she was sedated. They then called her parents who arrived at the hotel early the next morning. By then the effects of the sedative had worn off and McKinney became upset again, going so far as to sink her teeth into her father’s arm. The commotion drew attention, as Tory recalls: “Two state troopers turned up in cowboy hats and dark glasses in this small hotel room that had all these people in there: me, Brian, the photographer, Keith May, the parents and Joyce. Joyce was sitting there looking like Ophelia in a nightie, staring eyes and her hair all over the place, and Keith May looked very alarmed. The state troopers asked us what was going on, so we tried to explain the story to them. One of them – it was like Laurel and Hardy – he actually took his hat off and scratched his head at one stage as we were talking about East Grinstead, Mormon church, tied to the bed. They were completely baffled by it.”
They weren’t the only ones. The following day the Express tried to dismiss claims of a “lurid past”. “At no time,” Keith May was quoted as saying, “did she pose in the nude.” The same day the Mirror ran photographs of her sitting on a horse, entirely unencumbered by clothing. The Express gave up. Jameson, the editor, walked into the pub next door to the Mirror, announced his “surrender” and bought everyone a drink, and his paper made no further mention of McKinney. But the Mirror ran still further revelations, illustrated with images of McKinney in various states of undress with whips and other suggestive props. Only the announcement on the Friday of a crisis in the Lib-Lab pact finally forced McKinney off the front page.
Six years later McKinney was arrested at Salt Lake City airport, where Anderson worked. In her car were a set of handcuffs, some rope and a notebook detailing Anderson’s movements.
To this day, McKinney, who has never married, maintains that hers was “the greatest love story ever told”, and dismisses the Mirror exposé of her LA years as malicious fabrication. In Tabloid, Morris sensibly avoids taking sides, allowing the various protagonists to put forward their own recollections without editorial comment. The result has not pleased McKinney, who turned up at several screenings around the States protesting against a film in which she had been a willing participant.
By contrast, Tory and Gavin both sing Morris’s praises. What they are less positive about is the current state of tabloid papers. Molloy agrees. “Newspapers were smaller and handmade and it was all done with a lot more nervous energy,” he says. “We really did believe we were a power for good. The pops now are not a vestige of what they were in my day. They simply report celebrity culture. Fleet Street became coarser and more competitive, and it ended with phone hacking.”
But in a sense the McKinney story was a prototype of today’s celebrity culture, in which dreams dwarf talent and attention trumps application. Her misfortune was to live in an era before X Factor and Big Brother. Had she been a young woman today, she might have lived out her starry ambitions in her 15 minutes of fame. As it was she put her creative energy into a romance with a man who didn’t want to be tied down, at least not in the way that McKinney wanted. Thus she was immortalised by the tabloids. In the end, her story was as ridiculous and as profound as that.
Errol Morris’s film Tabloid is on general release from 11 November
Where are they now? The players today
Joyce McKinney
The former beauty queen disappeared from the public eye after the 1977 kidnap scandal, returning to her hometown in North Carolina, but has resurfaced several times. In 1984, she was arrested for allegedly stalking Kirk Anderson in Utah, but she failed to show up for court and the case was dropped. She was briefly committed for psychiatric treatment 10 years later, and was charged in 2004 with inciting a break-in. Three years ago, she made headlines after paying £25,000 to have her dead pitbull terrier cloned in South Korea; she now lives in California with her five cloned dogs. After talking to Errol Morris for Tabloid, she has shown up at screenings of the film around the US to present her side of the story.
Keith May
After his involvement in the 1977 affair – he kidnapped Anderson at gunpoint, shackled him to a bed, and later fled Britain with McKinney allegedly dressed as a nun – Keith May was arrested back in the US, again with McKinney, for making false statements to obtain passports in 1979. Then he stepped out of the spotlight. Before his death in 2004, he sold plumbing supplies in California.
Kirk Anderson
The object of McKinney’s affections has kept a very low profile since 1977, despite McKinney’s alleged attempt to kidnap him again in 1984. He lives in Utah, where he works as a real estate agent.
The Daily Mirror
Founded in 1903, the Mirror was the biggest selling British daily in 1977, with a circulation of around 4 million. A year later it was overtaken by the Sun, and circulation last July was down to 1.18 million, though it was still the third best-selling daily behind the Sun and the Daily Mail. In 1994 the paper left Fleet Street for new premises in Canary Wharf.
The Daily Express
In 1977, year of the McKinney story, the Daily Express switched from broadsheet to tabloid. It moved from Fleet Street to Blackfriars Road in 1989, and to its present location in the City in 2004. Its circulation last July was down to 625,952. Killian Fox
9:36 முப இல் மார்ச் 5, 2012 |
குனிந்த அழகே அப்படியென்றால், நிமிர்ந்தால் என்னாவது?
அப்படி ஒரு படத்தை காட்டுங்கய்யா.
9:52 முப இல் மார்ச் 5, 2012 |
These things are well known and therefore, you need not put them here to draw the attention of others.
Of course, it is umnfortunate that the Indian Christians themselves have been involved in many sex scandals recently.
Yet, it is better that each one caes about their own affairs, instead of criticizing others.
12:31 பிப இல் மார்ச் 5, 2012 |
அமெரிக்காவும் திருந்தப் போவதில்லை.
அதை காப்பியடிக்கும் இந்தியா தப்பித்துக் கொண்டால் சரிதான்.
9:34 முப இல் மார்ச் 5, 2012 |
அந்த படங்களஒயெல்லாம் போட்டு விளக்கம் கொடஉமய்யா.
ஒன்றுமே புரியவில்லை. ஆனால், பிகருங்க நல்லாத்தான் இருக்கு.
9:49 முப இல் மார்ச் 5, 2012 |
As I have alreeady pointed out, let the Mormons mend themselves.
As otherwise, the non-Christians would criticize like this.
The more you misuse their leaders, symbols, etc., the more the problems you add to Christianity.
1:43 பிப இல் மார்ச் 5, 2012 |
Incidentally, the same peroblem comes into play in the case of “Inculturation” programme of the Christians, where they misuse the religious symbols, signs, why even institutions, places of worship are misused.
They just imitate that of Indians / Hindus and roam as “Hindus” to fool others.
Perhaps, all have nexus also.
Perhaps, you will be in a better position to tell about those activities..
12:27 பிப இல் மார்ச் 5, 2012 |
இவ்வளவு அசிங்களை வைத்துக் கொண்டு, எப்படி இவர்கள் எப்படி மிகவும் நாகரிகமான நாட்டில் இருக்கிறோம் என்று பீழ்த்திக் கொள்கிறார்கள்?
நாகரிகத்தை இவர்களிடமிருந்து தெரிந்து கொண்டால், அப்பா-அம்மா உறவே மறக்க வேண்டியிருக்க வேண்டும்; பிள்ளைகளின் கதி அதோ கதிதான்.
வேசித்தனத்தை விட கேவலமாக இருக்கிறது, இவர்களது உறவுமுறை.
1:44 பிப இல் மார்ச் 5, 2012 |
மிகவும் அருமையாக உங்கள் கருத்தை வெளியிட்டுள்ளீர்கள்.
மிக்கவும் நன்றி.
1:21 முப இல் ஒக்ரோபர் 8, 2012 |
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