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The cheesy theme music blares from the speakers, all keyboards and horns, as the topic of the day's program scrolls across the screen in bright neon: "I Can't Lose, I Have Two Women, Why Choose? Ricki, I Want Them Both!" It's the Ricki Lake Show, sometime in 1997. The camera pans across the hyped audience before landing on a very pregnant Ricki, who conducts the entire show from a director's chair while two helpers dart around the studio, putting mikes in front of people's faces. An assortment of trash tumbles across the stage, spilling tales of cheating and heartbreak and betrayal, and then Ricki welcomes Michelle Ormond, a 25-year-old from Denver, Colorado.
"My next guest says whoever said 'Two's company, three's a crowd' had no idea what they were talking about, because in her life, two may be company, but three is even better," Ricki announces.
The audience hoots and hollers, and then Michelle calmly explains how she'd been married to her husband, Dennis, for four years when she met Shawna -- through an ad in local sex rag The Oyster -- and how the three of them now live together in the same house and sleep in the same bed. Before long, the whole love triangle is out there -- Michelle in her floral print dress, Dennis in a suit and tie with a Full Metal Jacketbuzz-cut, Shawna in a pink blazer -- and as Shawna and Michelle kiss, some visionary in the audience mutters to Dennis, "You must be the Big Poppa, because I see how it be working for you!"
"Everybody's got to be able to get along," Michelle explains. "Everybody's got to be able to communicate. That's the big thing."
The same threesome also appears on The Maury Povich Show, again extolling the healthiness and happiness of the blissful relationship, preaching about the importance of open lines of communication. Then Maury attempts to wade through the bullshit.
"Come on," he says, exasperated. "Is this just not an explosion ready to happen?"
Dennis fields the query. "We don't concentrate on how it's going to break up," he says. "We concentrate on how to keep it going. If it ever dies, we'll deal with it then."
Maury's concerns proved accurate; Shawna moved out the next year. But not even he could have imagined just how big the ultimate explosion would be. If Maury had had any idea about the needs pulsating through Michelle, needs that saw her fuck her way through job after job -- including a supervisory role with the Regional Transportation District -- then go on to become the tattooed Internet phenomenon "The Pass Around Girl," he would have never let her leave the studio.
At least not without filming a few more episodes.
Over the years, Michelle Ormond has played many roles. "I've always taken on somebody else's life and personality to fit in with them," she says. "I would just become whoever I was with."
"She's a chameleon," says Dennis Ormond. "She's like a mirror of whoever she is with at the time or obsessing over. She emulates them. It's spooky."
Truth is, Michelle has no idea who she really is. But for the first time in her 35 years, she's trying to find out.
"My childhood was normal," she says of growing up in Thornton. "My parents are married, they had their first marriage and stayed together, they took me and my sister on vacations, they didn't abuse us, they weren't alcoholics or drug abusers or smokers, but there was a lot of emotional neglect, the idea that our opinion didn't matter at all. At the same time, there was a lot of guilt put on us, too -- to do better in school, to be a better role model."
So early on, Michelle cultivated the need to make people happy. She was the people-pleaser, the class clown.
Her parents both worked, and Michelle would have to wake up on her own and call one of them when she left for school, then call again immediately after coming home. "I was very limited in what I could do," she says. So she would act out in little ways: drinking cherry brandy with a friend in junior high, pocketing money intended for school lunches.
Her parents were Italian Catholics, and not only were they controlling, but they kept the subject of sex taboo. "I was always taught that sex was done in the dark, once you're married, on your back for procreation, and that was it," Michelle says. "Anything else was grounds for going to hell. But when you're young and you have these hormones kicking in, it creates these powerful feelings of guilt."
Like the time Michelle got caught masturbating when she was twelve or thirteen. She'd pilfered her mother's electric scissors, padded the sharp parts with tape and cotton, and was using the makeshift vibrator when her mom walked in on her. As her mother recoiled in shock and anger, Michelle sprinted from the house and hid outside for a few hours. When she finally returned, her mother waited several more hours before talking to her about her sinful behavior, pushing the same Catholic rhetoric on Michelle that she'd been raised with. Michelle swore off masturbating for a while. But the urges returned, and she would satiate herself -- more carefully -- only to be racked by overpowering feelings of guilt.
A tenacious boy she met at summer camp took Michelle's virginity when she was fifteen. He'd follow her home from Thornton High School each day and pressure her for sex. Michelle didn't really know how to say no -- she didn't want to upset him or have someone not like her -- so she relented. After that, she took to ditching class and making out with boys in the band room, and she sneaked out to another boyfriend's house to hook up over lunch. But it wasn't until her junior year that she realized she thought about sex a little differently than most people.
"I was with another boyfriend at the time, and we were hanging out with one of his friends," Michelle remembers. "And there was just a lot of guy talk going on. They were talking about wanting to tag-team me, and I was just trying to keep up, be one of the guys, so I was like, 'No problem, I can take you both' and whatever. So we drove behind a shopping center, they flipped a coin, and one guy stayed outside as a lookout while I had sex with the first guy. It felt good. They were making a big deal out of me, paying all this attention to me, but then when it came time for the second guy, he chickened out, and that gave me this power. I had something to hold over him. And that's when it added a whole new element to it; I started to see I could control people with this sex drive."
She'd obsess over targets and build them into an ideal fantasy, then screw them, explode the fantasy and move on. And on. And on. After graduating from high school, at nineteen she married Bill, the guy who hadn't chickened out of her first threesome attempt. They moved to Silverthorne, where Michelle found work with a nearby vet.
"Things immediately didn't feel right," she remembers. "I figured I could make things work. You hear about people getting married and falling in love afterwards, but that didn't happen. I was still calling my parents and checking in with them all the time, making sure I was doing everything right. That's how little power I gave him. That's how little power he took."
It didn't help that Michelle was fucking everyone at the office. Not all at the same time, but systematically. She'd go after a co-worker, male or female, obsess over them, sleep with them once, then want nothing more to do with them. In the eleven months she was with Bill, Michelle estimates that she screwed around with at least a dozen people. It wasn't about the sex; it was about the power and the attention, having people want her, need her. Michelle kept her mouth shut about her activities, but in the small mountain town, word spread faster than her legs.
When Bill figured out that the rumors of his wife's behavior were true, he hopped on his motorcycle and hit the road. Somewhere between Fort Morgan and Brush, he steered his bike into an oncoming semi. A few days later, Michelle got his suicide note in the mail, blaming her.
"My parents came and picked me up," she remembers. "And the whole thing was just kind of swept under the rug. My dad saw the note -- of course I denied everything --and we just decided that there was no need for anyone to know about this, that it would just upset people. God forbid we do something like that."
Bill had purchased that motorcycle from Dennis Ormond and was still paying it off. After a missed payment, Dennis got in touch with Michelle. She told him that Bill was dead and offered to pay for the rest of the bike, but Dennis told her that it was Bill's debt, and they would just call it even. Then he introduced her to his wife, Barbara.
Bill died in August 1992. By late October of that year, Michelle had moved in with Dennis and Barbara and was sleeping with both of them. By July of the following year, Barbara was out of the picture and Dennis and Michelle were wed, embarking on a thirteen-year marriage that was ultimately anything but happily ever after.
The first sign of trouble came in 1995, after Michelle had been accepted into the Denver Sheriff's Department academy.
"She had portrayed herself to me as having an occasional sexual experience in high school," Dennis says. "I really didn't know much about her past or tendencies. She was openly sexual, but so was my first wife. Of course I didn't know it at the time, but she went to work at the Denver Sheriff's Department and immediately got herself involved in a sexual affair with another officer in the academy."
"Once I had sex with him the first time, I was done with him," Michelle says. "But he was a strong personality, and he was not going to let the relationship end. I was seeing him every day, and I didn't know how to back out of it, so I just figured I would ride it out until we graduated. We would be assigned to separate posts, and that would be that."
Angered by Michelle's increasing distance, one day the man followed her car and attempted to run her off I-70. Michelle veered off the highway, got back on, then managed to pull over into a gas station parking lot near the Smith Road academy facility. Her scorned lover caught up with her and started beating her. Both would-be officers pulled out their guns, and police showed up. Michelle resigned from the academy.
A few months later, Michelle put a gun to her head and pulled the trigger. Her suicide attempt was unsuccessful: Fearful that his wife was spinning out of control, Dennis had removed the bullets.
"When we came out of that, I thought, well, you're 23, that was fucking stupid, don't do it again," Dennis says. "And she swore up and down, 'My God, I had no idea something like that could happen.' It took us a year to get over that, and I really did chalk it up to youthful indiscretion. I didn't think it was going to happen again."
But it did.
As part of the process of finding herself, Michelle has written a timeline of her life, year by year, highlighting significant and pivotal events.
1995: Husband smacks her around a bit.
1996: Michelle gets a job at Rocky Mountain PlayMates, undressing and pleasuring herself for online perverts.
1997: Michelle abuses Shawna, who is now living with her and Dennis. They all do the Maury and Ricki shows.
1998: Shawna, whom Michelle has married in a ceremony, leaves, but not before Michelle abuses her again.
1999: Michelle meets a seventeen-year-old girl online named Britni and starts dating her. Britni moves into the house. When she turns eighteen, she begins making porno films as Bisexual Britni. Dennis goes along on all her shoots and oversees her career (which is still flourishing). Meanwhile, Michelle is working as a hospital shared-services dispatcher and having an affair with two co-workers -- one male, one female.
2000: Michelle is hired by RTD.
Last May, Dennis Ormond wrote a fourteen-page, single-spaced letter to ten RTD employees, a letter which he forwarded to RTD's board of directors.
"I am not here to excuse nor condone Michelle's behavior at RTD," he wrote. "Michelle's conduct at RTD is absolutely reprehensible and indefensible. She had sex with coworkers, superiors and later, her own subordinates. Actually, I am quite amazed she got away with it for so long.... Michelle, as you all know, basically just let all of you take turns on her. I sure hope all of you felt cool and powerful as you took advantage of a woman who lacks a single skill as it pertains to acting reasonably. Is work the same without Michelle? Did it occur to a single one of you that ultimately, Michelle would get caught and in doing so, would hazard her own marriage, her own kids and her own mental well being? Not a single one of you noticed that she was falling apart and was not even attempting to say 'no' any longer? Or was that the whole point? Well, you sure showed us. Michelle is officially destroyed and I truly hope it was worth it for you all. Now that we have a basic understanding of how cool and caring each one of you actually is, let us detail it just a bit."
In those details, Dennis laid out all the lying, cheating and sex in which Michelle engaged while at RTD, addressing each sexual partner by name and asking how they could live with themselves. The letter is a road map of his wife's sexual exploits during her time with the company -- those she confessed to, at least.
The first affair happened almost immediately after she started work at RTD, with a driver who kissed and fondled Michelle on an empty bus, then went home with her that night (Dennis was out of town) and had rough sex with her on the living room floor. This driver showed up at the house again the next day, and the two got naked in a hot tub.
The next guy got only blow jobs from Michelle.
In December 2000, Michelle gave birth to twin baby boys, and she took nine months off. During that time, she was faithful to her husband and family -- which included Bisexual Britni, of course -- but once she got back to work, the cheating started right back up, this time with two co-workers at the now-closed York Division, men she would play off each other to make them jealous. The next guy got a blow job in the back office of an RTD facility, then in a parking lot behind a Wal-Mart, before he and Michelle went to a La Quinta on company time and had sex.
Westwordcontacted many of the men addressed in the letter; they did not return phone calls. "There are many things I would like to comment on," says Scott Reed, RTD's director of public affairs, when asked about Michelle Ormond. "But because of confidentiality requirements, I cannot." RTD does confirm that Michelle was hired as a bus operator on May 7, 2000, and promoted to the position of street supervisor on January 12, 2004.
Dennis was no idiot; he knew that his wife had screwed around in the past, and he was beginning to see all the warning signs of infidelity: secrets and lies about her whereabouts, screaming matches, the change in her behavior whenever she was taking up with someone new. And then Michelle attempted to sleep with his best friend, Dan.
"When I discovered that she was making moves on Dan, all of a sudden I was in control," Dennis remembers. "Because Dan was my friend, I had some control. He was frozen in his decision, waiting for us to figure things out before he could make his next move. And somewhere in Michelle's brain, she was starting to realize that Dan is not going to fuck her unless I give him permission. It's the addict needing to finish the cycle, and she just turned on me. She's screaming she has to have sex with him, I have to let her, I can take the boys, I can keep the house, she doesn't give a fuck. She was not the same person right then. She was a junkie negotiating for a fix. You would have thought she was defending crack rocks."
Michelle never convinced Dennis that she should sleep with his best friend, but she did convince him that there was something seriously wrong with her. Dennis did some research on the Internet and determined that his wife was a sex addict. The two went to counseling, but it didn't take. Michelle would lie about her intentions to recover, play at being apologetic.
Dennis still didn't know the extent of her activities at RTD, but he had his suspicions. He started spending more time with her at work, taking her lunch to her, checking up on her. One day he was casually looking through her locker when she did a 180-degree flip. "Out of the blue, she snapped at me," Dennis says. "'What are you doing going through my stuff? You look stupid.' Immediately, I knew something was up. I found a phone number written on a piece of paper, and I wouldn't have thought twice about it had it not been for her reaction."
The number belonged to a man she supervised, a man who'd been pestering her to go to parties, Michelle said. Dennis told Michelle that she should call the man and put a stop to it.
As Michelle made the call, Dennis listened in. "She said to him, you know, 'I don't want you to invite me to any more parties,' and he was fine with it -- I think she prepped him, but whatever -- and then right before he hung up, he said, 'And I guess we'll just forget about what happened eighteen months ago.' Of course Michelle denied it, said she didn't know why he would say something like that. So I said, okay, why don't you call him back? Her defenses were down, so she agreed to it, and she picks up the phone, dials about three numbers, then hesitates, hangs up the phone and admits that she had sex with him. I felt like I had been hit in the face with a sledgehammer."
Not just sex: stupid, reckless sex as a company supervisor. "She got the job as a supervisor and she got her own company car," Dennis explains. "So what does she do with it? She drives her supervisor vehicle to the guy's house -- and he's married, mind you -- parks her RTD car in the driveway, on company time, goes in and has sex with the union employee that she supervises. Then does the same thing the next day. Then she cut it off. Of course he spent the next year and a half begging her for more sex, saying things like, 'Come with me to this party so I can fuck you.'"
After confessing to that incident, Michelle kept rattling off other names. "It was basically, if you want to fix this at all, you need to tell him everything right now," Michelle remembers.
"In the course of five seconds, I basically learned that I knew nothing about the person that I had been married to for the past thirteen years," Dennis says. "Secret cell phones, secret lunches, secret sex rendezvous, secret friends, pay-phone calls -- an entire network of deceit running four, five guys at a time. I have no idea how she did her job. I just sort of missed everything, I guess. Even with her history, it's just hard to suspect something that ugly."
Dennis called the man back; he was surprisingly cordial. He admitted to the affair, apologized, said his own wife knew about it and that he was devastated about the whole thing. After discussing it, Michelle and Dennis went to see the woman so that Michelle could apologize for the trouble she'd caused.
The man had lied. His wife hadn't known about the affair -- but she did now.
The man called Dennis that night, drunk and irate.
"He said, 'I'm going to kill you. Your kids are never going to be safe. I'm going to find you. How dare you tell my wife?'" Dennis remembers. "I thought, 'That's interesting: You don't want me talking to your wife, but you don't mind fucking mine.' Of course we had to call the police in on that. That dragged RTD into it."
RTD immediately referred the matter to its security department, which conducted an investigation. "On October 4th, 2005," the investigator reported, "I interviewed [the] bus operator [he] related that he had gone to a friend's apartment after the call from Ms. Ormond. [He] related that he had received a call from Dennis Ormond discussing several aspects of their prior conversation. [He] stated that he did advise Dennis Ormond to stay out of their lives. 'I don't want to see or hear from you, stay away from me and my wife.' Dennis Ormond then asked [him] 'or what?' and [he] replied 'you don't want to find out.' He then hung up the phone and left his friend's house."
The report continues: He "stated that Ms. Ormond was a supervisor at the time of their affair and that she may have had a company vehicle over at his house during one of their encounters. [He] further advised that Dennis Ormond had told him on the phone that Ms. Ormond had been involved in relations with several other operators. Based on these statements, it was decided to interview the other RTD employees that had been mentioned in the investigation.... These interviews were for the sole purpose to try to obtain any information that would implicate Michelle Ormond in inappropriate activity while on duty or acting as a supervisor."
But Michelle thought other people had behaved inappropriately -- and were continuing to do so. Typically, she'd slept with a co-worker only once, and in attempts to get her to repeat the act, men often groped her and made lewd comments. Now this behavior escalated.
According to the 2005 RTD Employee Handbook, "Any Employee who believes he or she has been the subject of sexual harassment shall report the alleged act immediately to his/her immediate supervisor or to the department head or to the Equal Opportunity Office.... An investigation will be undertaken immediately." On a later page, RTD employees are advised that "the goal of the Equal Opportunity Office is to bring closure to the complaint within 30 days," and that while employees can also take their complaints to the federal Equal Employment Opportunity Commission, the Colorado Civil Rights Division or the Federal Transit Administration, they "are encouraged to file with the RTD Equal Opportunity Office because our timelines for processing a complaint are much shorter."
"It is my opinion that since a great many of my socio-sexual mistakes have now been aired at RTD that I now have a long awaited opportunity to wipe the slate clean and start over," Michelle wrote in an e-mail sent to Jewell Underwood, RTD's Equal Employment Officer, on October 5, 2005.
She went on to outline the troubling behavior of several of her co-workers -- including one who would repeatedly ask, "When do I get to fuck you again?" and "How are my children?" And then she asked for RTD's EEO office to help her put a stop to it. "I am attempting to change my life for the better," Michelle concluded. "Support and understanding during this difficult time have been invaluable. I have a problem. I suffer from a medical condition/addiction that is as debilitating, if not more so, as a drug or alcohol condition/addiction. I suffer from an addiction to sex that I am CURRENTLY receiving professional treatment for. This illness, however, does not give others permission to treat me in ways that violate company sexual harassment policies."
Michelle didn't get any response to her e-mail -- not even an auto-reply that Underwood was unavailable. So a few days later, she called the EEO office and spoke to a person who told her that Underwood was on a scheduled extended medical leave until November 7 and that Michelle would have to wait for her to return. There was no one else there to help her: RTD, a company with around 2,500 employees and approximately 935 contractors (mostly bus operators), had only one EEO officer and no plan for dealing with human-resource problems while she was out of the office for more than a month -- well beyond the thirty days' response time promised in the employee handbook.
In the meantime, the situation was exploding. The employees whom Michelle had named as sex partners had all been contacted by RTD's security department, and if the men hadn't known that they weren't the only ones who'd slept with Michelle, they did now. And while Michelle waited to hear from the EEO office, these men formed a club: Drivers That Fucked Michelle.
The DTFM christened Michelle "The Pass Around Girl." They harassed her every time they saw her, she remembers. They called her and Dennis and made lewd comments. They tagged their home with the initials "DTFM" -- on the door, on fenceposts. They formed a Yahoo group, where they would comment on what a whore Michelle was and post tips on how to get her into bed.
And from an account labeled DTFM, they sent pornographic e-cards.
"I fucked your wife while she begged me to do it harder and deeper," says one card depicting a man and a woman engaged in doggie-style sex. "Maybe if you lost some weight she would want to fuck you and not so many other men."
A Father's Day greeting reads, "How happy can fathers day be when your not sure if your kids are actually yours?"
After a few weeks, Michelle stopped going to work. On December 12, 2005, RTD fired her for abandoning her job. When she filed for unemployment, RTD appealed. The two parties took the dispute to the state's Department of Labor and Unemployment.
Michelle got her unemployment checks.
Last June, Michelle Ormond checked into the Del Amo Hospital in Woodland Hills, California, an inpatient facility that provides treatment for sexual addiction as well as a slew of other LaLa Land conditions, from alcoholism to bulimia. Doctors there diagnosed Michelle's problem areas: "Depression, history of suicide attempt, ongoing suicidal ideation, irritability, fatigue, feeling worthless/hopeless, anxiety, sexual acting out behavior, marital problems and flashbacks."
"I didn't see her for the first ten days," Dennis remembers. "And our house had just been annihilated by this, the screaming, yelling, fights, slamming doors. Our poor boys had just been brutalized, and all of a sudden it was peaceful, quiet. There was part of me that was not sure if I ever wanted to see this person again."
But he went to see her at Del Amo, where he realized she was obsessing over another patient. Inside one of the top sexual-addiction treatment facilities in the country, Michelle the Pass Around Girl had fallen right back into her addictive pattern. Dennis brought her back to Denver, kept her sequestered in their house, made sure she attended regular Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous Meetings and counseling sessions. But soon Michelle was corresponding with another sex addict online and obsessing over that woman. Dennis pointed out that she was falling into her standard addictive pattern and asked her to step forward, not back, and call off the Internet affair.
"Immediately, Michelle started bargaining and negotiating again," Dennis remembers. "Next thing I know, she's offering up the boys to me to see this relationship through. That's when I realized that all the treatment we were doing -- a year of counseling, SLAA meetings, reading and talking and crying and driving her all over town and damn near bankrupting us with her inpatient fees -- it never scratched the surface of her addiction."
Finally accepting that he had to remove his boys from the conflict, Dennis filed for divorce. Michelle agreed not to fight for custody of their sons.
"The funny thing is, I'm not exactly what you would call sexually possessive," Dennis says. "We do three-ways, we swing; that's where it makes no sense. She could have slept with anyone. She could have called me and said, 'Hey I met this guy on the way home. Do you mind if I screw him?' And I would have said, 'Great, have a good time, be safe, tell me about it when you get home.' That would have been fine. But it's the power issue of it, the lying, the cheating, the wanting people to pay attention to her. That's when you realize how strong her addiction is."
Today, Michelle splits her time between Dennis's house -- the two are still very close and occasionally have sex (Michelle is also on-again/off-again with Bisexual Britni) -- and her parents' place in Thornton. She fears returning to any sort of work environment, because she knows her behavior will resurface. So she's biding her time, struggling to beat her sex addiction. "Before all those times when I tried to get better, I was underestimating just how addicted I was," Michelle says. "I wasn't paying attention to how it worked. But I've been working really hard on listening to the thoughts that take place in my head and asking myself, 'Is this real, or is this something I'm making up to feed my addiction?' It's a daily struggle, because that addiction just wants to be fed."
If it's an addiction at all. "According to the diagnostic statistical manual for psychological disorders, there is no DSM-IV for sex addiction, and so, by the book, there is no such thing as sex addiction," says Tracy Todd, a licensed marriage and family therapist and president of the Brief Therapy Institute of Denver, who has not treated Michelle. "I stay out of these debates, but depending on who you talk to, some people will say this is the greatest marketing scam ever created, and other people will say, no, this is truly a disorder."
Psychologist Patrick J. Carnes is one of the latter. In his 1991 book Don't Call It Love, Carnes writes, "We are surrounded by the signs of sex addiction, yet still resist its reality. We can accept that people can be sick with alcoholism or can destroy themselves with gambling or food -- but not sex."
Todd says that people "using sexuality in a problematic way" generally fall into three categories: those who display behavior that rubs people the wrong way but may not be problematic, such as buying a lot of porn; those who display behavior that adversely effects a marriage or a relationship but whose sexual acting-out is a symptom of a relationship issue with a significant other; and people who are sexual train wrecks, who have sex with anyone. It's with this third category that things get tricky. "A great number of these have a more fundamental disorder that is obsessive compulsive, a mood disorder or a personality disorder," he notes. "When you start to look at other psychological disorders that can be present, there are a great deal of them that have an underlying, fundamental psychological disorder that needs treatment, and just to treat the 'sexual addiction' really misses the boat and sets them up to fail, because this underlying disorder is not going to get treated, and then they go out and do something else."
Michelle has been doing something else to combat her sexual urges: getting tattoos. Although she'd been inked before, when she was in California she began using tattoos like self-medication. Over the past year, she's amassed quite a collection -- twelve sexually explicit tattoos including "I Swallow Cum" on her right breast, "I Eat Pussy" on her left breast and "Fuck My Whore Ass" on her hip.
Those tattoos went on display in October, when Michelle the Pass Around Girl was interviewed by the popular tattooing and piercing site www.bmezine.com, which had heard about her through Dennis's porn-industry connections. The story and photographs were the type of provocative fare that spreads like an STD across the web, from sketchy site to even sketchier site, which all posted photos of the "For Deposit Only" tag above Michelle's vagina and the words "Fuck" and "Slut" on either side.
"Since I was trying hard not to have sex with everyone I spoke to during a day, my sexual addiction came out in other ways," Michelle told the bmezine interviewer. "My mind would not and could not stop focusing on sex 24/7...I started tattooing what I was thinking on my body."
She talked about struggling to come to terms with sex addiction, but also shared tales of nurses going down on her and made the same "I'll fuck anyone" declarations. "The interview with bmezine.com, that was a character," Michelle says now, pointing out that she told the online magazine that she was 27, not 35. "The tattoos are a result of my abstinence. They release some of what I was feeling, but it's become a character, like, if someone comes at me with the whole tattooed, oh-what-a-whore angle, I just play that character."
The character did not get a lot of sympathy. "I wouldn't fuck that self-hating, misbegotten specimen with a stolen dog dick," one poster wrote.
"I can see how one tat along those lines could be viewed as empowering," another poster said on the now-defunct www.trainwrecks.net. "But this is just sick, sad and sick."
Another character emerges on her MySpace page, a character who lies about her age, says she's interested in dating and serious relationships, and brags that she's a porn star with an enormous income that she can use to spite anyone who's ever crossed her, slept with and discarded her.
Since the interview with bmezine.com went global, TV's gotten interested in Michelle again. No one wanted to talk to her about the issue of sex addiction, she says, but the tattoos make the story more marketable, more salacious. She and Dennis have already filmed an episode of The Dr. Keith Ablow Show,as well as a segment for Dr. Phil, they say. They've returned to their daytime television days -- only this time they're not singing the praises of swinging threesome relationships, they're preaching the dangers of sexual addiction.
"The only reason we are doing the shows is because they promise to help you with your problem," Michelle says. "They want to talk about the tattoos and everything, but we also talk about the danger of this addiction. Of course, they haven't aired either one of those episodes, and since shooting them, I haven't heard a thing from a producer of either show. But we're doing this to find a way to get me better."
Maybe Oprah will come through. Michelle and Dennis say they've taken a call from a producer representing the queen of talk television, and she's interested in Michelle's story.
From Ricki Lake to Oprah Winfrey, that Michelle Ormond sure gets around.
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