The Gramorous Life: At Home with Mari Possa

Do you remember the first Boston album cover? Well, instead of Beantown in that hemispheroid spaceship, think of Porn Valley, USA (where I, Gram Ponante, dwell) making a goodwill tour of Fleshbot this week while Jonno secures funding for his "Whither Brenda Vaccaro?" series of lectures and operettas.

Today we visit "Family Business" star Mari Possa at home in this week's installment of The Gramorous Life after the, as they say around here for some reason, jump.

Don't Look Back!- G. Ponante

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When the gates opened at the posh home of Seymore Butts and Mari Possa, here on the exotic side of Ventura Blvd., little did I expect to be greeted by the fabulous El Salvador-born Mari Possa in nothing but a two piece red bikini and a thin film of my Yanqui greed.

But there I was
and that little red number looked great on me.

I learned English when I moved to Reseda at age nine. I got it from Sesame Street and Saved by the Bell,
she said, perfectly.

Sesame Street before Elmo? Saved by the Bell - The College Years?
I asked, taking notes.

After Elmo and both high school and college years,
she replied.

The woman who would become Mari Possa began working for Butts as his receptionist and personal assistant.

Then everything changed.

The tattoo on her right cheek of a turtle (tortuga) became, with some wings and a little creative singeing, a butterfly (mariposa).

I changed my name after that,
she said,
and decided to break the word in two and add an S so people remembered it.

Before Mari Possa became a
Tushy Girl
and later a star on Showtime's Family Business, her exposure to porn was via Vivid products.
I had never seen a gaping asshole,
she said,
Much less mine.

Mon Dieu!

Now fans across Christendom can see all that and more, even beyond the limits of what Elizabeth Berkeley or Mark Paul Gosselaar chose to show.

But the antics of Screech and Oscar weren
t the only things informing Mari Possa
s apprehension of English. Here in the sitting room by a television bigger than her little home town of San Miguel is Aliens versus Predator.

It had me questioniung if we really come from aliens and stuff,
she said, asking her publicist if fish have hearts (corazon).

I am not an ichthyologist, Mari Possa, but I know America has nothing but love for you.

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Previously: Fleshbot's World of Mari Possa, The Gramorous Life: Kinky Sex Party