The “whole thing” is more complicated. In this campaign, Marsh seems to be giving an extended performance, perhaps her best yet, in a long, strange life of performances as a dancer, a Miss America contestant, a Broadway performer, a Los Angeles TV actress, a relationship columnist, a freelance sex researcher, a porn web site editor, and even a phone sex operator (for about three days). Taylor Marsh has always wanted to be a star.
Michelle D. Marshall (still her legal name, according to Nevada voting records) was born in September 1954, in Columbia, Missouri. Her father, Floyd, a shoe salesman, died of a heart attack related to cancer before she turned eleven. Her mother, Marjorie, soon contracted cancer and was sick (though she worked) through most of Michelle’s adolescence. That left her much older siblings, Susie (12 years her senior, and now married to a high-ranking, recently retired ExxonMobil executive) and Larry (17 years older), to help raise her.
“If nothing else, because of the fact that she lived with a single mother who worked, she understood certain things,” says Larry, who, at 71, still practices law in Missouri, and once served as a Republican state senator there.
The Marshalls were conservative, churchgoing folks. Though she says she held onto a little bit of that outlook (she worked for her brother’s unsuccessful congressional campaign in 1980, and even voted for Reagan that year because she preferred his stance on national security), she ultimately wanted something different for herself. “I wasn’t willing to settle for the life most of the women I saw and knew were living,” she wrote in a 2000 book called My Year in Smut: The Internet Escapades Inside Danni’s Hard Drive (more on that title later). “I was willing to break every rule to create the life I wanted for myself.”