In her 2003 autobiography, "Sorcerer's Apprentice" Amy Wallace, daughter of bestselling author Irving Wallace, takes you behind the scenes into the bizarre personal and sexual life of one of the most influential yet elusive figures of the 60s and beyond—Carlos Castaneda. This book is her journey with this shaman/author and his inner circle from her unique vantage point as one of his lovers and wives (you may remember this author of the 1969 book "The Teachings of Don Juan"). The book is also about her life growing up in San Francisco.  On page 71 she writes about her Naked Slaveboy Tea Party she co-hosted:   ..."Over lunch Florinda brought the conversation around to sex, as she often did. I told a story about an oddball party I had recently hosted. I was friends with some “edgy” feminist writers in the Bay Area – Susie Bright, now editor of the yearly anthology, Best American Erotica; Lisa Palac, who made a literary splash with her candid memoir, Edge of the Bed; and Laura Miller, now fiction editor of Salon Magazine.   Susie and Lisa came up with the idea for a ladies’ salon – with a twist. The guests, all local poetesses, columnists, and novelists, were to be waited on by attractive nude men, who would give manicures and foot massages, brush our hair, and serve hors d’oeuvres while the writers read essays and poetry and sipped champagne.   What began as a lark grew into a phenomenon. I contributed what Laura called my “Byronic” house, the caterers, and the florist. Meanwhile the girls placed an advertisement in the San Francisco Weekly: “Seeking Naked Gentlemen to Provide Elegant Service at a Ladies’ Salon; No Sex, No Salary.” We were deluged by entries. Out of the mass of hopefuls six men were selected, including a stockbroker, a real estate agent, and a surfer.   The event – a tongue-in-cheek play on Playboy Mansion galas – was a grand success. Literary women in glittering evening gowns, lacy corsets, tiaras and tuxedos fluttered down the hallways, plucking canapés from silver trays and reading from their works. Guests and gentlemen shared a delightful party.   Susie wrote an article about the fête which appeared on the front page of the San Francisco Chronicle’s Sunday section, illustrated by R-rated photos taken by an eminent San Francisco photographer (who cheerfully disrobed). Susie’s piece was anthologized in a popular book of her essays, which contributed to the party’s cult fame, and appears on Lisa’s website, where requests to “serve” still pour in. We had inadvertently started a fad. Local imitations flowered, followed by parties around the country. Our gentlemen waiters pressed us to repeat the event; we received stacks of letters from local feminists and artists, asking to be invited to the next salon. Upon consideration, we declined to host another party, preferring to have achieved a perfect, elegant moment."   Amy Wallace's autobiography is available on Amazon.com