Your Neighborhood Professional Deviant

14 years ago, almost 15, I legally wandered into the world of BDSM. I say legally because I was dabbling for fun as a teen, before I was legally old enough to do so in public or for a living. I started My path as a lifestyle and professional Domme. I eventually ended up a switch in the bedroom. I like to think that I learned a lot over the years. Learned from hands on, from observing. Learned about the How To parts of it all, and the Why parts. Granted, there is a lot of it that I cant fathom as far as the Why goes but... very little really makes Me mad. OK so here's what we know: Gay man and lesbian woman enter a BDSM relationship together. Not very common but it happens. He's the Dom, she's the submissive. Sure, nonsexual BDSM relationships happen. Ok. Fine. Cool. They're claiming an Open Relationship. Which makes sense since... yanno... they don't fuck each other. Sure. Ok. Right on. They're getting married. Faux weddings so that folks can get benefits and ot...

I may be "old" but sometimes I can still rock some pigtails. Alas, the bouncy, top-of-head ones? Not so much. LOL

Yesterday, at one point during My dreamings, I had a dream about rolling around in bed with a gorgeous woman. The entire dream was a single sex scene. No foreplay. No back story. Just a good dose of fuckin. It wasn't the long legs hugging My body that makes Me dwell on this dream. It wasn't the red hair. It wasn't the white-hot sex. It was that she was a prostitute and we were in a seedy motel. I've been giving prostitution a lot of thought for a long time. It's not a job I could get into, emotionally. I have a hard time separating sex from romance, even when it comes to cam work and porn. It's easier for Me to try though, in the latter two. Dunno why. While all three jobs are fine and dandy IMHO, only two of them are... I dunno. I really can't explain it. I've had friends who work at brothels, or for escort agencies. I respect them. I respect the job. I just cant see Myself doing it. The only time I get all kinds of grrr about it is when it's brough...

Do so love some snazzy pajamas. These ones are not only snazzy, but quit comfy too.

Best. Socks. Ever. Fuck off if you can't handle their awesomeness.

Contrary to unpopular belief, I can pull off elegant in anything. So suck it ;)

Girly makeup talk time. TL;DR for some of those with peen. I'm bored. With My current look. I guess mostly the makeup I'm using. Lots of smokey eyes with pale pinks. Lots of glitter. BORED! I'm used to using these sorts of colors right now: I'm pondering something with some of these colors: I'm unsure if it will work with my skin tone/hair color/eye color. Hmm.

Blah. I love being blonde but... the bleaching is KILLING My hair. :( I miss My hair being waist-length and growing. Now it's all breaky and sad. I make many :( faces now.

Sorry about missing Monday's picture post.. sick Paige is sick. x_____x Here we can see what it's like to be Me on a bummy, lazy day. In some comfy 'jammies as well as with My hair right after a bleaching.

What? I like this angle? XD My rack looks huge lol

Pay no mind to the gross gut. Hah! I love My navel ring. Trendy? No, not really. I got it back in 1997 which was a wee bit before the tend drooled across the land. And besides... that's a 10g ring. I got pierced that size. Fuck yer trend. There will be no namby pamby 16g or 14g bullshit here.

Zombie hottie just in time for Hallows!

Yep, another Guess The Title Quote LOL My blondeversary was in July. 1 year of Bleach, Bleach, Bleach! Bored again! Pondering if I'm going to stick with the bleach blonde thing after 2010 keels over and dies. I have three possible ideas for a new look in the New Year... *Going carrot top red again. Perhaps like this or a shade or 2 lighter: *Staying black light blonde and getting a bunch of clip in extensions in variety of different shades of blonde to have a wild blonde look (according to the swatches below, I'd get 12, 14, 16, 18, 22, 24, 27, & 613). *Staying black light blonde and getting a bunch of clip in extensions in a variety of blondes, reds, browns, and some black. Lots of "natural" colors all over the place (most of these colors, also the blondes I mentioned in the 2nd idea, as well as some bolder reds). The streaks wouldn't be very wide. Probably not even as wide as two fingers. Kinda like this but obviously with more colors: So... what do ya'l...

After a day at the beach, it's nice to just lay about and read. In this image, I'm reading a rather fun lil book that I snagged for a buck.

I fucking ADORE Halloween. So much. Want to have mad, crazy, porno sex with it. I love dressing up. I love candy. I love horror movie marathons. I love scary stories. I love wandering around graveyards. I miss being somewhere more deciduous during it but... alas. I am willing to go without so I can wander about in a bikini in January. I usually dress up the whole week before/of Halloween, when at work. But man... I wish I had more reasons to rock costumes. Grr... I mean, I have spooky decor sprinkled around the condo year round... My blinking skull, DiNozzo... black cat plushies... the MORGUE sign on My bedroom door. I still have a bit of inner goth, it seems. Some things don't die... If I had My way, I'd raid the racks at Trashy and wear costumes ALL YEAR ROUND. Grrr...

LOL I was tired and disheveled as fuck in this picture, but I wanted to show off the earrings! Scope the piles of books, my Starting Over rubber duckie collection, and the spiffy green lights. XD

I love big, sparkly things! :D

Or is that Psycho Deviant? I'm never sure... When I arrived at Tootsy's Monday evening for My shift as your resident Awesome Door Wench , I got this overwhelming feeling that it was going to be a Strange Night. Not Monetarily Bad, or Violently Dramatic... Just... Strange. The pre-wenching was rather normal. I sat at the far end of the bar, feeding dollars into the touch screen machine that has claimed My soul. A nice, refreshing Malibu & Pineapple was sipped after My first 2 Diet Cokes of the night. I chattered with Kaylee and Aenea (My River whom I adore as her Inara), and My wifey, Sonyia. I had to break a few hearts by telling newbie customers that no, I wasn't dancing. Heh. The usual. But that feeling nagged at the back of My mind... 8pm rolled around and it was Door Wenching Time!!! *DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN* I stripped off My Playboy tee to reveal My... well, My Playboy bikini top (why ruin a good theme?). I adorned Myself in a rhinestone choker, rhinestone teardrop earr...

Gray much? XD Yep. Out of all of My shirts with the Tootsy's logo upon them, the gray one is My favorite. It's just... I really like that shade of gray. The fact that it matches My current bedthings? A bonus!

Monday nights at Tootsy's tend to be slow thanks to NFL but... sometimes I make an effort to get with the mood. Go Jets!

I love cheapo Halloween wigs! The stranger the better. This one just has fun colors. Gotta finish straightening it out though!

Here we see the rare, North American Intelligus Hotticus in her den. She only comes out in the daytime when it is closer to sunset, for this is the best time for her to feed. She frequently prowls for local sushi, or the elusive curried goat. Tonight we caught a glimpse of her grazing at the local salad bar. So majestic!

I've grown bored with the bedding I have in My bedroom. I'm bored with it on a personal level, as well as a business level. I tend to do web cam and cam pictures using that bed, and I want to spice things up a bit when it comes to that mattressed backdrop of Mine! I've been adding some fun ones to My wishlist . Here's just a few of the ones I've added to My list: I'd like to end up with a nice variety. Stuff for various holidays, My favorite sports teams, and a few color schemes to be able to change em out often. :) Boring doesn't belong in My bed!

Today's photo isn't of Me, or of My day to day life so much... it's very important to Me, however. On 10/14/86 My life changed in an irreparable way. My mother passed away after a long, painful battle with lung cancer. Everyone says we're twins and that is the greatest compliment anyone has ever given to Me. I love and miss her so much. Today, and on her birthday, and during Lung Cancer Awareness Month I ask a few things from My fans, clients, coworkers, and friends. Those who send flowers, please send yellow roses. They were My mother's favorites. I can provide an address to send them to via email. And... Help find the cure we need! Donate to the Lung Cancer Alliance: http://www.lungcanceralliance.org/donate/ Donate to the American cancer Society, or help with an event: http://www.cancer.org/Involved/index Take part in the Race For Breath on November 4th: http://www.raceforbreath.active.com/

Decided to try to snap a picture while bathing. Not. That. Easy.

We're some silly bitches. The first two images are of Myself and Hazel (this would be Hazel the 3rd if you're counting Hazels), and the last includes one of our waitresses, Lindsey.

This isn't one of those DAT ASS pictures... it's one of those DAT THIGH pictures. Muhahahaa.

Another title quote for you to guess upon. ;) I walk a lot. I bike ride a lot. My legs and ass are AWESOME. Now, I've always had a small upper-body. Always. Still do. My arms are thin and dainty. I like them that way. I may not be a Pole Jockey, but I like how they look. Well, I used to. In some recent photos I went from :) to :| to :( to >:( so.... yeah. Time to lift weights! I'm starting off with Wuss Weights. I snagged some 10lb dumbbells. Hilarity is obviously going to ensue.

Sorry about missing a day! Shame on Me! To make it up to ya'll, have some boobies!

...and yer brain. Just sayin. *sigh* I know that we the folks in the Adult Entertainment Industry say it until we're blue in the face... but making generalizations about us sucks. It sucks and it uses too much teeth. Ow. Sure, some folks who do what we do don't care what gets said about us. And in a way I believe that it's a good mentality. But I'm the type of person who thinks that an educated hater is tolerable, where an ignorant one needs to be set on fire. If you know the TRUTH about who I am and what I do, and you still wanna hate? Cool. Have at it. But if you are guessing and generalizing and leaning on the stereotype crutch? Fuck off. Today I heard, yet again, more bullshit stereotyping about strippers. Yippee. Allow Me to use this blog post as a soapbox to set a few things straight, ok? Strippers are not always whores, drug addicts, stupid, etc. Yes, there are some dancers who hook on the side. Yes some provide extras in the clubs. Yes some do drugs. And hell ye...

When people ask Me what My sexual orientation is, I usually quip with "mostly gay". The actual answer is pansexual. What is pansexual? Ok so bisexuals are into dudes AND chicks, right? Well pansexuals are into dudes, chicks, drag folk, trans folks, gender fluid folk, androgynous people, etc, etc... I am an equal opportunity sexxer. Heehee!

You might be a newb here if you don't know that I'm a cat lady. Yep. Got 5 of em right now. In today's photo post, you see 2 of them trying to share My lap. I may have a big fat ass, but My lap isn't THAT big. The all gray, 20lb cat is Ghost, and the gray & white, 15lb cat is Vincent. He's not that good at knowing when to wait his turn.

Here I am, at the far end of the bar at Tootsy's. Procrastinating... Sometimes it's MUCH more fun to play the touch screen game and drink instead of do the Door Wench thing. LOL!

If you can identify the quote in the title of this post, I love you long time. :D It's been 5 years since the first time I stood before a Playboy cameraman. So I am plotting to get the iconic bunny logo inked on Me! I need help picking the location though... I've included the 3 ideas I have right now, and I need ya'll to vote.