Rolling Stone caught Jenna Jameson in a single line: the woman who put the star in pornstar. AVN called her the greatest female performer the industry had ever seen. Married to Tito Ortiz, mother of twin boys since 2009. She grew up in Las Vegas, toe-shoes on, tutu starched, studying ballet. A self-confessed bookworm, she went to prom alone. Years later her body thickened, hips rounding, breasts heavy, and that same girl walked onto the Strip as a topless dancer and catalog model. Penthouse and Hustler ran shoots. Awards stacked up until the shelves sagged. She slipped into the frames of Eminem and Korn videos, traded lines with Howard Stern in Private Parts, bled in Samhain, laughed through Porn 'n Chicken. NBC slotted her into Mr. Sterling; her memoir, How To Make Love Like A Porn Star, climbed bestseller lists. More than three hundred magazine covers and a thousand articles followed. Glamour, Marie Claire, Cosmopolitan, Allure, Jane, Rolling Stone, Esquire, Playboy, Penthouse—all carried her face, her body, her name. She wrote for FHM, where editors placed her among the hundred sexiest women alive.
Rolling Stone caught Jenna Jameson in a single line: the woman who put the star in pornstar. AVN called her the greatest female performer the industry had ever seen. Married to Tito Ortiz, mother of twin boys since 2009. She grew up in Las Vegas, toe-shoes on, tutu starched, studying ballet. A self-confessed bookworm, she went to prom alone. Years later her body thickened, hips rounding, breasts heavy, and that same girl walked onto the Strip as a topless dancer and catalog model. Penthouse and Hustler ran shoots. Awards stacked up until the shelves sagged. She slipped into the frames of Eminem and Korn videos, traded lines with Howard Stern in Private Parts, bled in Samhain, laughed through Porn 'n Chicken. NBC slotted her into Mr. Sterling; her memoir, How To Make Love Like A Porn Star, climbed bestseller lists. More than three hundred magazine covers and a thousand articles followed. Glamour, Marie Claire, Cosmopolitan, Allure, Jane, Rolling Stone, Esquire, Playboy, Penthouse—all carried her face, her body, her name. She wrote for FHM, where editors placed her among the hundred sexiest women alive.