Sunday, October 31, 2010

What is this I dont even....

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 other such legalities happens all of the time. I'm neutral about the shady aspect of it, but oh well. Do what ye will. Have fun. Dressing up and parties and such are fun.

Now here's where My panties get bunched.

He is pulling the One Way Street card. He can sleep with anyone he wants, but she cant.

Yes, yes. He's the Dom. Sure. I get that. But he won't ever be fucking her since HE'S GAY, but he still won't let her have a relationship with a woman. He's stamping the Property stamp on her and being really rather... stingy about it.

I'm sure that plenty of people think that this is normal. Fine. I don't. I think it's a bit over the top. If you want to have a play partner, fine. If you want to skirt the law and have a fake wedding, cool. But if you have NO plans whatsoever of being romantically or sexually involved with someone, don't nuke their options for either kind of involvement elsewhere.

Jesus fuck. What a self centered douche bag.

365 Days Of Photos: Day 092

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

In the backroom she was everybodys darling

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 brought into the bar I work at. As long as it's illegal, I stand the chance of getting in trouble with these Extras Girls, and the club at hand gets a shite rep.

But I DO have that curiosity about prostitution. Part of Me has been toying with the idea that it might be fun to hire a lady for the evening. I kinda dig the idea of going to the Bunny Ranch or dialing up a service for a lovely lady to come play with Me in bed.

The difference between what I'd prefer and My dream is the setting. I'd rather it be someplace swanky. Swanky digs + stunning woman = woot.

And I'd pray she be able to have a stimulating conversation. Granted the reason for hiring her isn't her brain, but a nice chat before and/or after would be awesome. No rocket science. No politics. Maybe art, hobbies, fantasies. Light talk but not mindlessly light.

Sometimes I browse the ladies on the Bunny Ranch website.

There are a few ladies that I like to go back and peer at. Yeah, we already know I'm a perv.

Nikki Breeze

Veronica Vavoom

Camille Chanel

Someday. Maybe as a birthday present to Myself. ;)

Saturday, October 30, 2010

365 Days Of Photos: Day 091

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

Friday, October 29, 2010

365 Days Of Photos: Day 090

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

Thursday, October 28, 2010

365 Days Of Photos: Day 089

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

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Make me up baby

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.

365 Days Of Photos: Day 088

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.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

365 Days Of Photos: Days 086 & 087

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.



Sunday, October 24, 2010

365 Days Of Photos: Day 085

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

Saturday, October 23, 2010

365 Days Of Photos: Day 084

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.

Friday, October 22, 2010

365 Days Of Photos: Day 083

Zombie hottie just in time for Hallows!

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Beware of her fair hair, for she excels All women in the magic of her locks

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'll think?

365 Days Of Photos: Day 082

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.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

This is Halloween, everybody make a scene...

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...

365 Days Of Photos: Day 081

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

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

365 Days Of Photos: Day 080

I love big, sparkly things! :D

Tales Of The Psychic Deviant

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 earrings, and some large stoned bracelets (all of which you'll see later on in the 365 postings). I gathered up My drawer for the evening, and the roster of dancers, and headed to My lil corner of NFL doldrums.

Well, I can most easily sum up the evening's weirdness with numbers. Math IS sexy, afterall...

I made $25 in tips total.

I was smelled 5 times by 5 separate people.

1 stripper argued with 4 people.

3 strippers left in tears at the end of the night.

4 girls partook in Not Pot.

1 DJ was stressed out.

6 people thought it was genius to go to a tittie bar with no identification of any kind.

1 horrible stripper got called by the name of 1 other, horrible stripper by accident... 2 times.

4 strippers bitched about having to pay extra house fees.

I had 1 headache that lasted 6 hours.

And there you have it.

Monday, October 18, 2010

365 Days Of Photos: Day 079

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!

Sunday, October 17, 2010

365 Days Of Photos: Day 078

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!

Saturday, October 16, 2010

365 Days Of Photos: Day 077

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

Friday, October 15, 2010

365 Days Of Photos: Day 076

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!

Tell Me A Bedtime Story

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!

Thursday, October 14, 2010

365 Days Of Photos: Day 075

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/

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

365 Days Of Photos: Day 074

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

I HEART My Tootsy's Gals

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.





Tuesday, October 12, 2010

365 Days Of Photos: Day 073

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

Monday, October 11, 2010

Happiness lies, first of all, in health

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.

365 Days Of Photos: Days 071 & 072

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




Sunday, October 10, 2010

Generalizations Make Yer Dick Look Little...

...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 yes some are dumb as a box of spit. But yanno what? The same can be said for MOST other lines of work.

Stupid people work at McDonalds, retail stores, offices, all over.

Some bankers, lawyers, doctors, etc use drugs.

Hooking isn't exclusive to strip clubs.

If you think that EVERY stripper will leave with you and fuck your brains out for some cash, you need to be lobotomized and tied to a tree someplace. If you think we all take our hard earned cash and go on sprees for blow and pills and weed, please go play in traffic. If you think that NONE of us are college educated, have common sense, and/or have street smarts, go fuck yourself. It's safer that way. We don't need you breeding.

We also aren't all shitty Significant Others. Again, there are just as many bad lays, psychos, baggage-ridden whiners, and frigid nutcases as there are in any other line of work. Sure, the shit we put up with from dudes can deter some of us from wanting to date, or marry. Some of us become jaded. But this isn't representative of the majority. Sorry. A lot of have boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, wives, partners, healthy sex lives, healthy emotional ties, etc.

We do not all have Daddy Issues. Not all of us had bad childhoods. Not all of us were raped, molested, and/or beaten. Plenty of us came from good families. Plenty of us don't have emotional baggage. And a lot of us that do? We don't let it dictate what we do for a living.

Once a stripper doesn't = always a stripper. As with each of the other stereotypes, there ARE some who fit the profile. Some start out dancing because the money is(was) easy, and never left. Never developed as a working person. Never gained any experience in any other role. Not a genius thing to do, but it's not the worst thing a person can do either. For a few chicks, that works. So be it! So many of us have other jobs WHILE we dance, had them BEFORE we danced, and will have them AFTER we hang up the heels. SO many of us have degrees. So many of us have job skills. And you know what? There are even some who are skilled house wives/mothers and that is enough for them. Kudos!

Strippers are not lazy. I'd like to see anyone who ISN'T already doing an athletic' job to pull an 8 - 14 hour shift in shoes that range from 5 to 8 inches in height. Maneuver around in tall-assed heels and platforms. Rock the poll. Manage upon a tall stage. Pull off a proper floor show. AND do it all while looking sexy and graceful. Go ahead. Try. And while you're at it, fend off drunk men and their wayward hands. It is a physically exhausting job. Hate to break it to you. We don't just stand there in our thongs and catch buckets of cash. (Man, that would be awesome...). Especially right now. 10 years ago it was easier to make a buck in this line of work but... not so much anymore. A lot of us are pulling full time hours, if not more, and it's exhausting. Many of us take this job seriously too. We work out. Often. Gym memberships, work out DVDs, home equipment, etc. Being sexy is serious business (sure, lawl at that). And beyond that? It takes it's toll on our minds. On our hearts. On our souls. We have to be perfect, deal with people who want to treat us like shit, and fend for ourselves when it comes to health insurance. This most definitely ISN'T a job for someone who wants to do Minimal.

What you folks, and especially you who don't want to take the time to get to know even one of us, need to know is this: We are ALL kinds of women. We are a cross section of the female species.

Strippers are women from all points on the globe.

We are women of all ethnicities.

We are women from all religious affiliations.

We are women with all kinds of childhood histories.

We are women with all kinds of educational backgrounds.

We are women with all kinds of love lives.

We are women with all kinds of morals and standards.

We are artists.

We are activists.

We are dreamers.

We are healers.

We are teachers.

We are mothers.

We are daughters.

We are lovers.

We are learners.

We are silly.

We are passionate.

We are smart.

We are amazing.

We are individuals who are NOT going to be what you think we should be.

Saturday, October 09, 2010

365 Days Of Photos: Day 070

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!

Friday, October 08, 2010

365 Days Of Photos: Day 069

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.

Thursday, October 07, 2010

365 Days Of Photos: Day 068

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!

Wednesday, October 06, 2010

"It's not true that I had nothing on. I had the radio on!"

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.