New Brooke Ashley interview and how she has full blown AIDS.



I think this is probably the saddest story at Shelley Lubben’s site that I’ve ever read. It just got worse and worse for Brooke. Just when you thought her life couldn’t get anymore bad, it got even more bad.

The first of many more horrible things to come in Brooke’s life is when her parents had her locked in a mental hospital when she was 16-years-old because they didn’t believe she had been gangraped by two older boys. Fast forward to 1998 when Marc Wallice forged his HIV tests and infected Brooke and several of his female co-stars. Fast forward again to a few years after that and she was undergoing chemotherapy where she couldn’t be taking her HIV medications. Her doctor later informed her she now has full blown AIDS.

That’s not even the half of it yet. But one good thing did happen when after 12 years, Brooke did finally win her workman’s compensation case in January of this year against her former employers in the industry. She was able to put her son through his first year of college with the money.

Story from ShelleyLubben.com:

  • “On March 29, 1998, I tested positive for HIV. I had made a movie that was to be my last. I was given lines of cocaine before the movie and a bottle of my favorite champagne to drink during the movie. I remember countless men, many of which I knew, some I did not. And I remember crying and asking them to stop because it hurt so much.”

    When I was young, I didn’t attend church regularly. When I did, the ominous shouting of the preacher about damnation and hell was more than I cared to witness at least at that age.

    Much of my life I felt depressed and like I didn’t fit in. I was exceptionally intelligent and attended a gifted school 4-6 grades. I attempted suicide for the first time at the age of 15.

    Not more than a year later when I was 16, and it was my dad’s birthday July 3rd. I saw a classmate’s older brother John and his friend Mike. John asked me if I would park my car and like to take a ride with them to the party. I accepted, and they drove me to a dark country road and proceeded to rape me. I was a virgin, it terrified and made me feel shameful all at once. They were both 20 years old. All I remember is emotional and physical pain. They told me if I told anyone about the incidence they would never believe me.

    To my dismay, when I did finally tell my parents days later, they did not believe me and proceeded to put me in a mental institution. I began running away and spent a lot of that summer in a mental institution in Kansas City or in jail because I looked so young and my parents would put in a missing person’s report.

    They sent me away to live with my dad’s mom and my great uncle. My dad’s brother. I didn’t adjust in the new high school Rock Bridge, two hours away in Columbia, MO. The kids were calling me ’21 jump street’. I began working and not going to class. I dropped out basically and got my GED at the University of Missouri-Columbia. I didn’t study so I did not score quite high enough for a scholarship, but passed my GED. I enrolled in a community college my uncle John put me in. It was 45 minutes north in Moberly.

    Not long after, I was working part time 30 hours and going to school 16 hours, it was over load and I dropped out again. Not long after I found out I was pregnant. Then very shortly after my uncle pleaded with me to get an abortion, he was nabbed by the FBI. On the cover of the paper it read FEDS NAB MAJOR DEALER! I lived with my great grandmother at that point, Maude. She encouraged me to read the Bible. I did. I read from Jeremiah, and Jacob, names that i liked in the chapters.

    I answered an ad in the newspaper, the Columbia Tribune for a couple trying to adopt a child. I figured this was the only way to give the baby a good home. I couldn’t expect my great grandmother to take care of me and the baby. The couple that was trying to adopt a child, lived in New Hampshire. They were interested in giving me room and board in exchange for my son after he was born.

    I went in to labor in August reading Misery by Stephen King. It is no wonder. I named my son Jeremiah Jacob and put down the father as “don’t wish to disclose.” I told my birth mom I wanted to keep my son and there was no way if I could get out of the hospital with him, that I would ever give him up. My birthmom Chong, sent me a ticket to KC. She wanted me to go home to my dad.

    I did not know how to support myself or my son. I started dancing in adult nightclubs in KC. My dad and step mom offered to watch my son for me so Jon M. and I could have time together. I did need a babysitter while i tried to get money for diapers, etc. I had warrants for outstanding traffic tickets. He had a way to get me arrested if it wasn’t for trespassing. After no luck getting my son back, I went to a guy that worked at a hotel in St. Louis.

    We left for California, my plan was to make it to California to get money to get my son back by getting a lawyer. We took turns driving his car. I woke up to him asleep at the wheel. The car rolled six times. I remember praying to GOD each time the car rolled, please watch after my only son. I am so sorry GOD, please give me another chance at life. I am so sorry GOD. I had glass in my lips when I woke up at the hospital on an x-ray slab. The guy from St. Louis had left me there, he thought maybe I was in a coma. I remember grabbing some Marlboro cigarettes that were on the table of mine. and leaving the hospital. Not even a coat on. It was snowing. I hitchhiked the rest of the way to California in semi trucks that I would get at truckstops. Luckily no one made any advances on me at that time. I had hitchhiked from a small town called Rifle, CO. It was a miracle. This is the first time I knew for a fact that there was a real GOD. I made it all the way to an industrial area outside Los Angeles.

    I would stay awake at night in Coffee shops. The first place I went to was a place in Hollywood called ‘Teen Canteen’. I met a guy named Michael. He was doing community service there. I found out later he had lost his wife and son in a car crash. He was still dealing with his loss. He one night threw a champagne glass at me while I was in the tub. I went into an adult club for the first time.

    Not only did I meet later a criminal attorney that defended Henry HIll, the movie that the Goodfellas movie was written about. To my surprise this smart, attorney did cocaine and drank vodka straight.

    I did drugs too with his friend who was a judge. That is when I began questioning where I was and what I was doing. Needless to say he did give me his convertible and I dropped him off at court and had his Mustang all day. I answered an ad in the LA weekly for calendar modeling. I met a guy named Michael. He worked for a company in the adult film business.

    On March 29, 1998, I tested positive for HIV. I had made a movie that was to be my last. I was given lines of cocaine before the movie and a bottle of my favorite champagne to drink during the movie.

    I remember countless men, many of which I knew, some I did not. And I remember crying and asking them to stop because it hurt so much. I didn’t truly understand what I was in for.

    The movie was titled World’s Biggest Anal Gang Bang. I had done gang bangs before but this was brutal and they said if they did not get the 2 and a half minutes footage per man, I would not get the $15,000. What a price to pay for your life. And wouldn’t you know it, the checks bounced.

    Time went by, it wasn’t till I was to work on another movie for Michael C. that the test I had at that time was okay but the one I took the day before was positive.

    I was devastated. I was lonely, I felt like GOD had abandoned me. Someone I had known for six years, had forged his test and infected me and five other women in the adult industry. I was so hurt. I felt like I was dying emotionally. My heart and chest never hurt so much before. Every time I would wake up, I would cry myself back to sleep. How could this be? Could this be a mistake I wanted to convince myself. But it wasn’t. Soon after I had newspapers and tv shows calling me and tabloids even. I never wanted to be invisible so much.

    I went on MTV and talked about how condoms can save lives. I spoke to the new generation and told them all what I thought about HIV transmission. It was hard to conceal my own pain. I had a dance offer in October in Hawaii. I took it. I featured at a club for a week. To my surprise the book store outside Aiea, Hawaii was full of fans waiting for a long time. I felt like it wasn’t all for nothing and I had support. To my surprise the MTV True Life episode had aired the night before. They were supporting me. I was almost grateful. I was like a star to them. If only I felt that way.

    I became homeless eventually in Hawaii after I took an offer to work for someone’s internet company. I got on SSDI and SSI benefits. I took psych meds for the first time. After finding out I was positive, when I got sober, I had real anxiety. It was almost like a post traumatic stress type of thing looking back on it. I had a lot of anger and a lot of pain. I began healing after I put myself in a rehab when I turned 30. A month later, my mom died. I heard voices for the first time. It terrified me. I was hospitalized in a mental institution by choice this time. I played music a lot to get rid or drown out the voices. They think this was due to my ice use.

    I got clean from drugs for two or three years. I smoked medical cannabis or took marinol.

    I had a ruptured appendix in 2004 and smoked medical marijuana, they tried to kick me out of the federal low income housing at the military barracks in Hawaii. I got a hold of someone I had met at a club in Florida soon after I was diagnosed in 1998. He flew me to Dallas. It was my only hope at that time.

    I went on chemo for the first time and was not on HIV drugs. It caused me to get a call from the doc’s office telling me I had full blown AIDS and try not to be alarmed. I was once again devastated.

    I soon after met my husband online on an HIV site. He would keep me company when I felt I was going to die. I had hope again. When I flew to California to see my girlfriend, he flew me up north to San Francisco.

    It was bumpy relationship at first partially due to his mom. But we are together and married five years later. My dad became a pastor in a Baptist church.

    We got into a fight about two years ago. I went back out and did drugs. It was during this time that I went to Glide to get my ID replaced, and in turn I started volunteering there. It was by volunteering that I was able to stop doing drugs while I was in the basement of that church. I attended on Sunday and felt unconditional love. I felt hope. It was soon after that that I realized GOD’s love for me. I wanted to go to a church where I could worship the LORD and share this experience with others. I haven’t looked back to drugs. I still have to go to counseling by choice.

    I continue to pray and read the Bible, though I haven’t read it thoroughly yet. I am overcome with so much joy and happiness and hope when I read the Bible. In church, it looks like maybe I am crying because I am sad. I am just so touched by the gospel at times, that I weep. I have never felt like He has so much presence in my life before.

    One thing I didn’t share with my friend or anyone was I was fighting a workman’s compensation case in the industry for twelve years, at one point I had tried to take my life in 2007. God came into my life soon after.

    I was stuck in an endless circle of doing crack cocaine and I was breaking out with sores on my head. If God would not have shown me he was present and cared, I feel I would not even be alive to tell this story. In January of this year, I was finally awarded for the workman’s compensation, I received compensation for the last 12 years. I was able to put my son into his first year of a religious college, also Baptist in north Kansas City.

    I was able to talk about dark secrets of my drug addiction and admitted to trying needles years before when I was younger. Despite all my own wrongdoings, I believe God was present in that too. I can’t tell you all the ways I know. But I am not scared to die anymore. I know that there is Jesus Christ who died for my sins and if I tell Him my wrongdoings He will forgive me, whereas before, I just thought I was a bad person unworthy of God’s love.

    I have Jesus Christ who died for my sins and with Him I feel whole again. Thanks for letting me share my baptism with you.

    Love, Ann Marie

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13 Responses to New Brooke Ashley interview and how she has full blown AIDS.

  1. Steven Millan says:

    She is very lucky to still be alive and see her son attending college,for otherwise the less said about Marc Wallice,the better…

  2. @itsjustpeedy says:

    I FEEL REALLY BAD FOR HER KNOWING THAT ONEDAY EVERYTHING IS GONNA SHUT DOWN AND ITS TEARFUL TO EVEN IMAGINE HOW SOME PPL IN THE INDUSTRY WILL DO SOME OF THE CRAZIEST THINGS TO GET A GIRL OR TO MAKE A DOLLAR OFF OF IT BUT ITS MORE JOBS IN THIS WORD THAN THE ADULT I RESPECT THE PPL WHO DO IT BUT ITS WAY MORE THINGS IN THIS WORLD THAT PPL CAN DO BESIDES TAKE CHANCES IN THAT RISKY INDUSTRY BUT I FEEL SORRY FOR HER AND I WISH HER THE BEST FOR HER AND HER SON ITS SAD THAT IT HAD TO COME TO THIS MAYBE ALOT OF THE YOUNG STARS WILL UNDERSTAND AND GET THE MESSAGE AND REALIZE THE INDUSTRY IS NOT WHAT IT USE TO BE THE YOUNG GENERATION GOT THE INDUSTRY WIDE OPEN AND ALL OUT OF WACK PPL NOT USING CONDOMS AND REALLY DONT CARE ABOUT THE NEXT PERSON AT ALL THEY JUST WANT YOUR MONEY AND YOUR FOLLOW WAKE UP PORN PPL PUT ONE BULLET IN YOUR GUN AND KEEP PULLING THAT TRIGGER EVENTUALLY SOMETHING BADS GONNA HAPPEN…ALL MY HOPES AND PRAYERS GO OUT TO HER FAMILY MUCH LOVE AND RESPECT TO HER AS A WOMAN AND A LOVING MOTHER

  3. momn8rx says:

    Her story is definitely a heartbreaking, cautionary tale. I appreciate her candor in the face of such adversity and hope she has truly found peace.

    And twelve years to settle the Workmen’s Compensation case? Wow. I’d love to read the decision; look for this ruling to set interesting precedents for future cases (which there will no doubt be).

  4. Darrah Ford says:

    I don’t know why no one in the industry could help her out and give her a job. She was infected on set, not in her personal life. You would think Tricia would give her a job at Evil Angel. It’s not Tricia’s responsibility to help the other women also infected by Wallice but she could help them with at least a job if they needed the help.

  5. momn8rx says:

    She did a movie in 2005 with her then-boyfriend who was also HIV+.

  6. Killa says:

    Stupid film hooker. She will burn! Workman’s comp? Bs! Fraudster sl*t. Whore azz biatch! C*m guzzler!

  7. Darrah Ford says:

    Why the fuck are you on a porn blog if you hate porn stars? Get the fuck out then and fuck off already.

  8. rzn876 says:

    Although I will contend to Killa not putting it politely, I myself don’t have pity for her due to the fact that she knew the risks involved and still took the chance. I am not saying everybody should feel that way nor am I omitting tragedy from the obvious but in my book a victim is one who caught a bad one while being oblivious to the acts leading up to it.

  9. Arriane says:

    I am truly sad by this story and the negative comemnts that some ppl in here have said. No one deserves to live with this disease, regardless of their past. I’m now afraid to date since there’s so much out there. You meet a guy and do everything that you’re supposed to do when it comes to dating and taking the time to learn about a person. Yet, before you know, your partner has infected you. How horrible!!! Is love romance truly worth it???

  10. Chris R says:

    I don’t believe in God, but I hope I’m wrong because if there’s such thing as Heaven and Hell, Marc Wallice will surely burn in the latter, and he deserves it. To all the insensitive cretins with their superior sense of morality posting here, there’s nothing wrong with sex, and nothing wrong with sex for money. Of course you’re all perfect and have never done anything other people like you would disapprove of, but she had a son to support and she did what she had to do just like any other decent parent does. I respect her for it, and I wish her nothing but the best.

  11. Anonymous says:

    why is marc wallice not in jail

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