"What would happen if a girl saw her grandmother in one of those Spring Break video ads that ran all over the E! channel in the '90's?"

"I don't know. What happened when Katie found out her mom was an actual porn superstar?"

This conversation with my bestie was the gestation for this story.

I was in college during the late '90s, a time when Girls Gone Wild was all the rage. Celebrities were photographed in the company's shirts and trucker hats. They partied on the tour bus and later the Girls Gone Wild jet. The videos had grown so popular the commercials had migrated to daytime television. I remember, because I saw myself in one of those advertisements. Yes, me and my girlfriends would regularly flash our breasts for Mardi Gras beads and compete in wet T-shirt contests.

We had buddies with boats, and on long weekends we'd hit the Colorado River in Lake Havasu, Arizona. We'd party there for Spring Break, Memorial Day, Independence Day, and Labor Day. During those weekends, there were camcorders everywhere. YouTube wasn't a thing yet. Neither was slut shaming, at least not in my circle. I imagined those fun times to be our Woodstock, sans any political message. And like Woodstock, I imagine my breasts have been preserved in the annals of time, waiting for the right moment to perk up.

People partied like it was 1999 and the world was going to end. When Y2K rolled around without a hitch, everyone continued the celebration.

The celebrity sex tape was in its infancy. So much so, it was actually on tape. The Internet wasn't powerful enough to stream it. Although within a few years, those tapes would become DVDs and those DVDs would catapult some unknowns into superstars. Kim Kardasian parlayed her sex tape into becoming one of the planet's biggest icons, and someone who regularly entertains my daughter.

I wondered, what would my little girl think of me in today's #metoo world? After all, my friends and I bear no resemblance to those wild girls of yesteryear.

I pondered deeper… what if I found out my mom was a porn star? What if she was an uber-famous porn star, like Jenna Jameson or Traci Lords?

So I set out to find an answer. I interviewed strippers, exotic dancers, Playmates, porn stars, cam girls, prostitutes, models, escorts, dominatrixes, swingers, and a whole lot in between including some of their children.

Along the way, I met Vincent Rocca, who had a hilarious script about competitive wet T-shirt contests. It was sorta like the movie Dodgeball with an absurd twist. I ruminated on the script for weeks, then approached him with an idea to novelize the story. We set out to interleave my own experiences, and those of the women I'd interviewed into his script. I think Spring Break turned into a fun story that sheds light on some of today's moms. Maybe after reading it, they will no longer be ashamed of their own canceled histories.

— Victoria