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Hi, my name is Doug, but you know me as Shawn Mayotte. Thanks for stopping by my website. Since you’re here because you’ve seen my photo work, let me start out by filling you in on how I became Shawn in the first place. I want you to know more about my childhood since it was instrumental in how I arrived into the porn world. I was born in Northern California in April of 1965 (was it really that long ago?) on Travis Air Force Base in a little town called Fairfield. This town is on the East Side of the San Francisco Bay Area in the County of Solano. Though I’m sure I would have enjoyed it, I did not grow up in the Bay Area as my mother and father moved back to Hawthorne California after he was discharged from the Military in 1966. My Family consisted of Dad, Mom, My older sister Jamie, me and our two cats Charlie & Cinnamon. I think Cinnamon was Charlie’s mother but I’ve never known two pussies to remember where they came from, so I guess it doesn’t matter.
As a child, it quickly became evident that I had an aptitude for music beyond my years very early. My parents had an old piano and a guitar, and I could play both instruments by ear at age 5. I began singing and playing Beatles’ songs incessantly and they became my early childhood heroes. On the piano, I could actually play Bach, Beethoven and a few other Classical Artists by ear, but later (age 7-9), I learned how to read music with a piano teacher. I remember annoying him because I wanted to play everything my way, and when he told me that the great pianists were disciplined, I told him I was going to write my own music, so he should listen to me. My piano teacher was not amused when I insisted on playing my compositions. Looking back, I doubt that I was actually composing timeless music at 9 years old. My piano lessons ended soon after they began. I figured since I could play as good as the teacher why should I listen to him? It took awhile, but life and it’s lessons have humbled me plenty since then. If you want to know how I've learned humility, I'll be glad to show you the scars. I’m going to use a very clichéd term known as “dysfunctional” to describe my childhood. It was actually very chaotic and painful. Dad was a cold, angry man who would frequently be physically violent and hit us - many times in the face without explanation. My father could not make it through a Jack In the Box Drive Thru without arguing with the Clown. And of course he would lose and then take his frustration out on me. Mom was special in her own alcoholic way. When it became obvious that parenting involved effort, their solution was to place me into Leroy Boys Home in La Verne California at the ripe old age of 12. . This was the beginning of a teenage life lived out in the Wonderful Los Angeles County Juvenile System. I was transferred from Boys Home to Boys Home, and met many wonderful and not so wonderful people in between. I’ll go into more detail about all of this at a later date but suffice it to say, the adults at these Boys Homes gave me more love and compassion than my parents ever did. Although I quickly learned that many Counselors and Adults were attracted to me physically (which was great for my ego), I also learned that there were adults who cared about me on a deeper level. I never felt that in my own home. Anyway, having been deemed mature enough to live as an adult at age 17 by a group that included two LA County Psychiatrists, My Boys Home Counselor and my Probation Officer, a Court Judge Emancipated me and I was released to the streets on May 6, 1982 – In fact, I had just turned 17 the month before. I was ready for the world and I soon found out that there was a world out there ready for me.
I caught a bus to my mother’s home in the hope that she might be stable enough for me to live there so I could finish High School. When her heroin addicted boyfriend kicked me out after one week, I was scared but also happy to be on my own. This time I really was on the street. I caught a bus into Long Beach because I remembered from Long Beach Boys Home that there was a man who lived Downtown that liked me. I have never been sexually judgmental, and I always considered myself tri-sexual – If it feels good, I’ll try it. I was walking on Broadway in Downtown Long Beach in May of 1982 when a man named Alan Belanger came up to me and told me he’d give me $500 if I would let him suck my dick. Since I would like to have $500, I thought it over for 4 seconds and said yes. We ducked into an old Book store Restroom and the rest is History. Or, His- Story. Alan was responsible for recruiting talent for YMAC (Young Male Adult Company) and my career in Porn began. A man named Jerry offered me $1000 to film me while I masturbated in the shower and I accepted. I did wonder if this would hurt my career in music, but I needed to get an Apartment and this was enough money for first and last month’s rent. I actually enjoyed myself while performing. I enjoyed the attention I was getting and I loved any form of sex. And I was getting paid for it!! What more could I ask for?
This was just the beginning. I had no idea how many people would become fans of mine until I began getting offers to do films from other Porn Companies. I turned everyone down because I wanted to continue my career in music, and I was too busy having fun being a young man experiencing life on my own terms. It was a great time in my life. I was meeting so many wonderful people. The Area of Long Beach that I lived in was known as “Homo Heights” and I could write a book about the many wonderful people I knew. In fact, I am writing a book about those years and I hope everyone who reads this will also read my book when I’m finished. Stay with me, I am so grateful to everyone who is a Shawn Mayotte Fan. And last but not least – How I met KurtDeitrick and became Shawn Mayotte.
In 1983 I was working out in a gym in Los Alamitos California (next to Long Beach), and my friend John Movido (AKA Robbie Leonetti) told me about a guy he knew who would love to take pictures of me and pay me well for them. He said my physique and endowment would be perfect for his Studio. I became interested and ventured over to Kurt’s Studio at his house (in Los Alamitos also known as Rossmoor Kensington Road). Kurt paid me and took some fantastic shots of me that I approved of and we talked about a new name for me because neither one of us liked “Dirk” – my YMAC moniker. He suggested something French sounding for the last name, and I had always liked the name “Shawn”. He used “Mayotte” after the Tennis Player Tim Mayotte. I became well known after that first photo shoot, but I still enjoyed my musical and College life. I saw the photos more as a means to an end, although I loved meeting people, especially fans. I was very happy that so many people enjoyed my work and I never turned down requests to meet a fan.
Kurt said he wanted to protect me so my contact with fans was limited to who he would introduce me to. In my next writing, I will focus on my later photo shoot with Kurt and where I took my life after that. I will be doing an interview with my friend John Cox, so please stick around to read it! I’d love to answer any questions from inquiring minds – so feel free to ask!
Again, I want to express my gratitude to everyone out there who has enjoyed my photos and film work. Thank you so much! I can’t wait to tell you more – stay tuned!
Always My Best, “Shawn Mayotte” |
