Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Bodil - Boar Girl

[From 'Ugens Rapport' (the Danish equivalent of 'Penthouse'), November 10 1980 page 26, 27 and 34. Includes 2 pictures of Bodil at the interview, and one of her entertaining some pigs in a stable.]

Raped, seduced, punished, sexually degraded and exploited by everyone... From 17 year old beauty to "THE BOAR GIRL"...


"Verbally more dirt has been cast at me, than the dirt the boar work comprised..." Just 17 years old. Beautiful and lithe. Seducingly pretty. That's the way Bodil took Denmark 10 years ago.

Newspapers and magazines had full page articles on the beautiful girl, that all alone ran a big farm and breeding centre with boars. Especially the last part appealed to people’s imagination. Swedish, Norwegian and English magazines also had pictures of the "farmer" that looked more like a model than a farmer. Bodil was a pretty, healthy rural girl, that any as
sociation of small farmers could be proud of. Marriage proposals came in large numbers. But Bodil said no. She loved her animals. Her farm. And said to a big magazine: “I don't have the time for love”.

The future looked bright for the beautiful Bodil with the heart of gold then. Rich and handsome men wanted her. She could choose a future that even a princess would envy her.
10 years later. I'm sitting in a small hotel room somewhere in the north of Zealand with Bodil.She seems nervous. Diseased. She is incessantly fingering something on thetable between us. Cigarettes. The lighter. But most frequently the glass of Schnapps (45 % liquor). Her legs are fat and swollen. Her clogs have lots of dirt stains. Her clothes are dirty, worn through and doesn't suit her. Her once so perfectly shaped body now looks vulgar and awkward, marred by 30 excess kilos (60 pounds). Her teeth are in a terrible state due to neglect. Her smile is no longer that of a model. The hair is unwashed and thinning. Obscures the once beautiful face. We leaf around in her scrap book. Looking back on the good old days, when the future looked bright for Bodil, when there was hope. A tear emerges in her eye, as the memories well over her. It is quickly chased away by another swig of the mug.

Bodil Joensen. You might not recognize the name. But you know her professional name.
The Boar Girl. The beautiful young woman who fucked stallions, boars, goats and dogs, and became a star known all over the world. Millions have been grossed on her movies. She has made 4 full-length features, around 40 low-budget movies and starred in innumerable photo series in magazines, as well as performed in hundreds of live-shows. Few people have brought so much hard currency to Denmark by so simple means. As the then happy Bodil once amiably put it: A naked ass can be just as fine as an academic education.

Today Bodil wishes she had not left the school after 7th grade, though. She is today left with the pain. But without money. The millions that have been earned by the porno industry with her as merchandise has not got to her. She didn't get rich money wise. But on experience. But that won't pay any bills. That's why she's now work as a hooker in Copenhagen. Fighting against severe illness and rotten looks, she has now had her klinik [one woman outfit, traditionally in a low rent apartment in a seedy part of town] for a couple of years.

'Look at me' she says, and displays herself. 'There aren't many men that get wild looking at me. In my situation it's very hard to turn down even the most disgusting propositions. For me staying alive in the hooking business is hell'.

As I watch her sitting there in the chair with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of schnapps in the other, I can't decide: Is it the end of an adventurous life I look at. Or is it the beginning of a human tragedy.
I recall a passage from Steen Steensen Blichers "Diary of a rural parish clerk" [a Danish classic]. The parish clerk encounters the love of his youth, Miss Sofie,years after she eloped with the archer from the Tjele estate. She has been a prostitute and is now a drunkard, working in the turnip fields of another estate. The parish clerk writes in his dairy about her: Wasted, Corrupted, Lost. These 3 words sums up Bodil's look on herself.

'The most bitter thing is that I've done my best' She says, then adds 'The best I could, just wasn't good enough'.

Bodil lives in a little wrecked cottage in the north of Zealand with a man and their daughter.
The newspapers have accused her for maltreating her animals. They now belong to her man. She has nothing to do with them anymore. It still hurts. She loves animals more than anything in the world. Bodil was born in Hundige [town 8 miles from Copenhagen]. Her father was a shipmaster. She didn't like the school. She'd rather play with the animals. Although she didn't do her homework she got fine grades. She dreamt of being a vet. Her parents divorced. She moved around with her mother. She attended eightdifferent schools.

The turning point in her life came when she met a pederast. Bodil had had a very strict upbringing by her puritan mother. And she wasn't soothed. She reproached her that she had nearly been raped. At the police station they made her say naughty words, when she reported it. And her mother beat her up for doing it when they got home. She was locked away in the attic. For several days she had her food brought to the attic.

'Mama wouldn't dine with me. I was a dirty slut because I had been assaulted.'

Bodil was shocked and reacted as defiantly as she could possibly dream of. 'I said to Mama, that when I grew up, I'd fuck boars. I couldn't think of anything more naughty. And she was so shocked that she thought that I was allied with the devil'.

Bodil got a job on a farm, and later at a breeding centre with boars. During this time she often went for walks in a forest. Here she met a married logger, who filled her up with schnapps and popped her cherry. She never saw him again. Bodil was only 15 when the nice logger fucked her behind a log. She liked the work at the boar breeding centre, and at 17 she rented a farm, a truck and the boar "Rascal" for 400 crowns. Bodil was now doing the job she had wanted to punish her mother by doing. A work she soon discovered that she was very fond of.

Newspapers and magazines had large articles about the beautiful, animal friendly girl, that regarded helping boars into sows rather normal. Marriage proposals arrived in huge numbers. But Bodil said no to everyone. Also to the naughty proposals. Many farmers thought they could pork Bodil while her boar porked his sow. She didn't have a nice reputation, even though she always said no. Gossip started.

"Verbally more dirt has been cast at me, than the dirt the boar work comprised" Bodil says, and quivers in disgust thinking of the men. "Nine out of ten wanted to fuck me. Their wives hated me. Maybe that's why my breeding centre had a lousy economy".

Bodil had received many modelling offers. And a day when she couldn't find the money for the rent, the truck etc., she went to Copenhagen. She went to a porno manufacturer and offered her body.

Bodil was very
inexperienced then. And found her new way of making money strangely exciting. "After the loggers single effort nothing happened until I was 17. At 17 I fell in love with a married man." Bodil says. "We had it all right sexually. But we weren't kinky. More like beginners". "I rode a lot on horses in those days. Attended derbies all over the country. I dreamt of a career as a horse(wo)man. One days I was thrown off a horse. And had a bad back. My friend couldn't then fuck me in the missionary position, as he usually did. I suggested he fuck me from behind.

"I found myself in a studio and had to make love to a man, a girl, a negro and a dwarf. The dwarf really took me
by surprise. He had an enormous cock. I don't know how I could force myself to do it... but I earned well, and soon I could do it without any inhibitions. Like doing the dishes. Sometimes I even enjoyed it. The dwarf startled me. He had an enormous cock. I was impressed when he finally got it in".

They couldn't use the same girl in all their flicks, so there were less and less work. 'It was my own idea to start the animal-stuff." Bodil continues as we look at pictures from her stable. "I had masturbated boars by hand. Put rubbers on stallions. Where is the limit? Stallions, dogs, boars, bulls and goats now became my film lovers. During that time I know millions was earned on my flicks worldwide. I starred in 4 full-length features. "Why do they do it?", '"Sex en gros", "Pornography" and one more that I cannot even remember the title of'.
Letters from all over the world flooded her.

"My acts turned more people on, than I had imagined. One day Japanese TV crew arrived. It was an exciting period. But what did I get? A small derelict cottage without running water. But with gas and electricity, though. While others spent fortunes on my special talent. I'm a trifle bitter".

Bodil still has the dog Lassie, by her called 'Denmark’s best lover'. The bastard has starred in two films. And lots of photo series. Lassie has fucked around 25 women, and Bodil doesn't know if it has ever fucked another dog. Problems with the society for the prevention of cruelty to animals occurred when Bodil started performing live with Lassie. They thought Lassie suffered. "But they should have seen us working! We performed to the song "Je t'aime" - the naughty French one. As soon as he heard the music, Lassie stormed to the stage. He was always ready and horny".

"The other animals haven't suffered either", Bodil assures us. "You can only use a male animal when it wants it. Me being naked doesn't tempt the animal. But a female animal of its own species in the vicinity always get it going. Otherwise I've applied cunning hands. But I can't tell if the other way is cruelty. That is, a man fucking a female animal. But I don't think so.

"Once we shot a movie with a man and a cow. He was standing on a wooden box behind her. She chewed cud as he fucked her. Suddenly the box collapsed, and he ended up lying in the filth underneath her. She looked back with a surprised look on her face. As if she wanted to say: What a brutal orgasm.

"After a film with me and a bull, a lady phoned me and scolded me vigorously. She felt sorry for the bull. Said that I should use a broom stick if I was that horny. I explained to her that the bull weighed 700-800 kilos. So the harm my horniness could do it, was probably limited".

Bodil received many offers in those years. Married couples would like to come and see her, in order for the wife to try a stallion. And the man to try Bodil.
"But I was afraid to let other women do the same with the male animals as I. It requires a special technique. When they cum, their glans swells up, and it can split your vagina. I have had some stitches once I didn't pull it out in time.

"But the many offers told me that there was money to be made outside the porno business. I welcomed more and more men. And then I opened a massage parlour in Copenhagen. I've still got it, even though I look disenchanting.

"Many of my regular costumers from the good old days still come to see me. They just pay. Talk with me for a while. Then leave. Without touching me. I'm very happy that they come. But it hurts my female vanity that they don't touch me.

"It's often people with very special wishes that contact me". They have no inhibitions telling "The Boar Girl" about their "perversions" if the special wishes can be called that.

"I once had a man who wanted to play dog. He took all his clothes off. Then I put a collar on him, and walked him down Vesterbrogade [Street in the red light district of Copenhagen] with everybody watching. He crawled on his knees and hands. And pissed on the pavement.

"A police car pulled up, and they followed us for a while. I thought we were going to be arrested for indecent behaviour. I definitely felt like running away. I looked cautiously at the officers. Obviously they didn't know what todo. Suddenly they started laughing and drove off. I was relieved. And my "dog" gave me a thankful lick".

Before, Bodil was known for her happy soul. Disease and poverty has put an end to that. But now she laughs out loud as she remembers the dog walk. The schnapps has also given her a helping hand. In the past she didn't drink. But she has always been smoking. Up to a 100 cigarettes a day.
The 35 year old Bodil has for 15 years made a living doing sex of any description. Apart from beatings and torture she can do it all. But she's not very hot blooded. She's not the man eating she-animal men believe she is.

"I've never had an orgasm with a man I couldn't talk with. Men I've been just a little in love with" Bodil explains.
"Once I fucked with two men. I got them to my bed, and made them fuck me at the same time. That's the only occasion on which I have been as horny as my reputation.

"The animals have never satisfied me either... Neither has the shifting partners in live shows. Only the nice regular customers on the klinik have seen me have an orgasm.

"There was an occasion where I have been very horny, though I didn't feel much

"It was a young couple. He claimed that she had been unfaithful to her. I should help him punish her. We hung her in her arms from the ceiling and took her clothes off. She was small. But very shapely. Especially her tits were good. He scolded her. Hit her with a whip. Put needles in her nipples. Once in awhile he caressed my naked body as we stood right in front of her. We got on the bed, and deliberately made a very long foreplay with lots of kisses, terms of endearment and groping. I took in his cock very very slowly, making sure she saw every centimetre of it. He told her how lovely it was. What a good mistress I was. And how lousy a cunt she was compared to this.

"I was very turned on by this act because I could see on the beautiful young girl that she enjoyed it. She squirmed and moaned as if she had an orgasm, when I and her husband finished fucking, thrusting hard and screaming with delight.

"Quickly he untied her. They dressed. Took each others hands. And hurried home with a quick goodbye. I think they headed home for a wonderful night".

Bodil smiles thinking about the good times. Bodil is reaching the bottom of the bottle. She has turned 20 cigarettes into smoke within the last hour. Suddenly she gets very grave. Has troubles controlling her voice. It's not only the effect of the Schnapps. She's not well. Neither physically, nor mentally.

'Things went completely out of hand when 'Spot' died. I started taking sedatives. But when someone referred to them as 'loony-smarties' I threw them in the fireplace. Instead I started drinking and eating excessively. I gained 30 kilos. Doesn't look well on something that was going downhill anyway.

"'Spot' was a real german Sheppard that I got from an animals hospital 10 years ago. She had been beaten. She never became anything but a little, weak dog. I've never been able to talk to other girls. I've always been with men. 'Spot' was my female friend. She understood what I said. Was happy when I was happy. Was sad when I was. When we were alone in the house without light and heat we went to bed together. Shared a biscuit. And then we talked, until we fell asleep.
"'Spot' is the only living creature that has loved me for being just me. She didn't expect to get anything back. She soothed me when I was ill. I've experienced a lot with 'Lassie', and like him a lot. But it'll never be the same as with 'Spot'. 'Lassie' has been unfaithful to me. He's an every-girls-dog. 'Spot' was mine. Completely mine. That's why I had such a shock when she died. And started drinking, and eating myself fat in no time.

"I live with my man for 10 years and my eight year old daughter. Still I feel like the loneliest human being now that 'Spot' is dead.

"In those days I earned easy money in a tough line of work. I fell and fell. 'When will I reach the bottom?' I often ask myself these days. When I look in my scrap book, see myself as a handsome girl in love with
the world, it's like looking back on my future. "I have always had the will to get the best out of each and every day. It hasn't been a success. I didn't have skill and luck required to do this. Now it's too late. I can't go back and change the things..."

Bodil finishes off the bottle. Crumples the cigarette packet, and throws it in the wastebasket. There is no more water of life (Aqua vita = water of life = Schnapps) in the bottle. She throws it away.
The boar Girl is also used up. How much is left of the human Bodil Joensen? Not much if I am to judge by the last two hours of conversation. When I drive her home to her house in Grevinge hills [place 10 miles from Copenhagen] I have to drop her off just before we reach the driveway. She staggers the last metres to her cottage. Half the roof is missing. She has got something in common with her home. They both need to be restored.


[Bodil died January 3, 1985 from alcoholic cirrhosis of the liver]