Maitland Ward had spent the better part of two decades being told she was one thing: a soap opera star, then a sitcom mom, then a cautionary tale. But on a rainy Tuesday afternoon in Los Angeles, standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror in a borrowed studio loft, she decided she was finally something else entirely.
And Maitland herself? She kept acting. In adult films. In indie horrors. In a bizarre, one-woman show she wrote about growing up in a house where no one ever said the word “vagina.” She stopped waiting for permission. She stopped explaining herself. She became, against all odds, exactly who she wanted to be. maitland ward crempie
The young woman laughed. Maitland meant it. Maitland Ward had spent the better part of