My name is April Hunter. You may know me from some of my non-writing ventures.
Regardless of how I’ve tried promote myself, or how you’ve seen me dressed at my public appearances, there has always been a large part of me trying to prove that I’m more than just a big set of tits. Crazy thing is – this contradicts what I sell.
Although these tits have certainly garnered me a lifetime of stories, I also lived a lifetime before I got them.
I grew up in a military household between Pennsylvania and Alabama with a bipolar, alcoholic father and a mother who had Aspbergers Syndrome, which a version of high functioning Autism. Both of whom I loved dearly. And they loved me, too. When my parents split up the second time, they also each took one of us, splitting my young brother and I up as well. Needless to say – life under those roofs was interesting.
Being tall and thin, I started catalog modeling at 14. I was told I didn’t have the look for fashion when I was 17, so by the time I turned 19, I switched gears and headed into glamour modeling. I’ve been a Playboy model and adult magazine centerfold, stripper-turned-burlesque feature-dancer, a personal trainer, a fitness & figure competitor, a professional wrestler, have several comic books out, an independent film actress…and now, I’m a writer.
Well…that’s not true. I have always been a writer. I just couldn’t find a way to pay the bills in words, so I chose a life that gave me experiences to write about in exchange for not having health insurance, benefits or doing what I really wanted to do. However, I’ve had freedom and I’ve traveled the world, met all kinds of interesting people and have been in many, many “interesting” situations. There’s a lot people don’t know about these businesses and the crazy things that happen, or what it takes to stay in them and maintain yourself…it’s like The Wizard of Oz. What you believe and what actually happens behind that curtain are two completely different things. With regards to pro wrestling, I’m not so sure I’d get into it again if I knew then what I now know.
But, thanks to these trials, tribulations and sometimes kick-ass fun times, I have acquired many stories.
Now I plan to put the clothes on and take the gloves off.
These stories will be two things:
1. Random. There will be no rhyme or reason to the order in which they appear.
2. True. Very, very true. And it will piss some people off. OK…maybe more than some.
You probably don’t know this if you’re a long-time fan and saw me work the stripper pole or a more recent fan who saw me clothesline a bitches head off, but I have always wanted to write. It’s been one of the consistently passionate things in my inconsistent life.
Join me in my journey to entertain you without removing anything or hitting the ropes.
(Art: Martheus Wade. Main photo: Bob Pomeroy)