That a woman’s mind is akin to a labyrinth of impossibility, best left on its own, is but a common cliche of the day. Mihika Singh, our kind protagonist, the prodigal but overly sensitive child, grows up to be a woman ruthless in pursuing her ambitions, yet rooted to her moral soil while breathing life to her dreams. However, with a career par excellence, she grapples to hold on to the reins of her love life. We live her story with her as she holds a mirror to her own heart to reflect on her approach to propinquity, commitment and pain, trying to make sense of it all. She isn’t perfect, she makes mistakes & she owns them too, taking lessons out of each one of them. As the seasons of her love life change, she explores different facets of intimacy in love, and each time rediscovers herself in it. In this long, tumultuous journey of moving only but ahead, does she stop for someone finally for what it’s worth? Or does destiny prove too strong a force to conquer? Let us hear it from her…
Reelwoman is a story of a young woman’s journey through a part of American subculture with which few people are familiar, yet is pervasive in all corners of society, outlawed by some, reprehensible to others, and voraciously consumed by ever-growing numbers.
The story begins with sultry Rachel Bollei “pole dancing” in a New York City strip-club. There she meets Michael, a new customer, who will come to play an important role in her life. And it is while dancing that she also meets porn star, Dina Devon and her manager, Al Ganz, who are traveling cross-country on a dance circuit, and who, along with Rachel’s on-again-off-again husband, Roger, lure her to Los Angeles to check out the “happening porn scene.”
She quickly becomes disenchanted with the “life” and decides to return home to New York. But she had made a powerful enemy in L.A., and her life is never the same.
Reelwoman is an erotic, romantic thriller, a drama about women’s sexuality … power, money, carnal pleasures, and excess. Above all, it is a story of redemption and love.
I would like to briefly address the sexually graphic nature of some of the content. I have wrestled with the question of censorship—my own and that of others. My conclusion is that suppression of words and ideas lies in the province of tyrannies, and any meaningful censorship should begin in the family home. Still, some may be offended, so the old admonition applies: Reader discretion is advised!