Christine Keeler
Christine Keeler
Christine Margaret Keeleris an English former model and showgirl. Her meeting at a dance-club with society osteopath Stephen Ward drew her into fashionable circles, and she became sexually involved with a married government minister John Profumo, as well as a Soviet diplomat, at the height of the Cold War. A shooting incident between two of her other lovers caused the press to investigate her, revealing that her affairs could be threatening national security. In the House of Commons, Profumo denied...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionModel
Date of Birth2 February 1942
I enjoyed sex and indulged in it when I fancied the men.
Men, all men, were always trying to get hold of me, you know.
I'm terrified of men these days. If someone asked me out now, I don't know what I'd say, how I'd react. But I couldn't go through with it, not at all. I suppose I've been terrified of them all along.
I have always been free with my love - it is my nature. I am easily captivated by men and they have always been attracted to me.
Nothing ever happened, but I slept with a knife under my pillow and never spoke to him, from the age of about 13 until I left home four years later.
He had a way with him. Before you had a chance to say no, he was there and done. That only happened to me once before, with a duke, who literally swept me off my feet, and before I knew what was happening, we'd done it. Another terrible mistake.
I don't know if he was the fourth man or the fifth, but he was certainly in the top 10.
I went out every single night so I was never alone with my stepfather. At 12, I stopped going on holiday with them. The times I was alone with him I always made sure I was all covered up.
They came and bound me up and I had awful stretch marks. I hated my breasts after that.
No one else knows the whole story. I was there. I lived through it.
I won't say I didn't like it at the time, the sex, that is, because I wouldn't have let him do it at all if that had been the case.
He's 85 and he's met another woman. Still, at 85, why ever not?
One way of reading my life is that I have been in constant search for a father.
Even a criminal has the right to a new life, but they made sure I did not have that. They just didn't stop calling me a prostitute for ever and ever and ever and ever.