11-May-2006
MARNIE HAS ALWAYS defined herself as a “perennial pillow princess.” We rang her up at her government job in Ann Arbor, Michigan, where she kindly agreed to an impromptu interview.
Where do you live?
With my mother right now, in Ann Arbor, Michigan.
Do you still consider yourself a perennial pillow princess?
And damn proud of it.
Has it ever been an advantage in securing dates?
Oh, yes, hundreds of times. I’ve been pointed out to people at parties, by bartenders at our local lesbian pick-up joint, the Aut bar. You know those types of women who don’t like to be touched? They love me. I get laid all the time! (laughs)
Why do you think you became a Pillow Princess?
It’s basically just how I’m wired. I have to have at least three [orgasms] and if I don’t have three I’m pissed. I’m disappointed, you know? Disappointed in myself, God, and whomever I’m with at the time. Three or above and I’m cool—but my preference is six. Less than three, forget it. I guess this makes me selfish, but by the time I’ve actually had six [mind-blowing orgasms], well, I just don’t feel like moving afterward. Nope. Not at all. And I know that sounds selfish, but there are ways to rig it so the other woman doesn’t mind.
What are those? I mean, how do you keep a woman with her own needs from feeling neglected?
Simple. You just use psychology. For example, it’s really true that flattery will get you everywhere. Make her feel like she just rocked your world. I usually say something like, “Oh my God, you stud.” I also like to feign catatonia and murmur: “Look what you’ve done to me.” My favorite is to make her get up and write down whatever it was she just did to me so she never ever forgets it. While she’s doing that, I take the opportunity to drift off to sleep, or just leave.
Sounds a little underhanded…
I’m a Pillow Princess. I’m good at what I do, but it’s just what I do. I don’t question things.
Think you could pass on some tips for would-be selfish types like yourself?
Why, I’d be proud to—and especially, if I get paid…
