Your Neighborhood Professional Deviant

Yesterday I had about 12 hours of No Power in My condo. Electricity is such a wonderful thing, and I'm not even talking about violet wands right now! It started out as "upgrading the wiring" in the building... but by evening time, even FPL was involved. Sheesh. It made Me think of the power outs I've experienced while dancing. LOL I dunno why My brain always comes back to stripping. XD I remember a blackout once at Bubbles. This was a lil club I worked at in Cocoa Beach (almost neighbors with Patrick Air Force Base) a few years back. My current "little sister", Mia was working with Me at the time, and we were both rockin the black hair thing. We played Dirty Marco Polo in the dark for a while. It was fun! Even further back in My stripper history, was a black out at the Bear. This was the first club I danced at! Once upon a time, in Long Island far far away... we had a blackout at the Bear. It was summertime, so we opened up the back door to let in some air. ...

Eh, sometimes. On Sundays, because I rarely work, I am all about cheering on My Jets. I totally have My green & white on. I was raised on NFL (amongst other sports) so yeah, right on! Mondays however... not so much. Mondays are My designated Door Wenching nights. Football and strip clubs, in My experience, are strange bedfellows. Either the club is a ghost town and tips suck, or the customers have their eyes glued to the flat screens and not the titties and again... tips suck. Once Upon A Time, at a club I worked at 3 years ago, I had a rather WTF REALLY? experience thanks to NFL + strip club. At this particular club in question, they had a secondary stage that was quite small compared to the main stage. It was a short runway, with a huge flat screen TV at the back of it. Customers could sit at either side of the stage. Nothing really weird about the set up, IMHO... but one time, during a football game which happened to be playing on said television, I was on this mini stage. Ther...

Once upon a time, in a strip club in Merritt Island, I used a hard plastic box as a tip collector/purse. I covered it in fun stickers. Said stickers amused many customers. The box has become a sort of legend from that time. Note the crack on the top of the box? That's from when I had to hit some douche bag customer upside the head. Oops.

Oh how I do fucking love these boots. Alas, they are so beat and worn... I need a new pair of them :( Any regulars from the old IR2 days will recognize them. They were handed down to Me from the mighty, mighty Viper. Heehee. I miss that woman!

The Green Dice Of Awesomeness. It took Me almost 8 years to get them, but they are finally Mine!! MUAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAAAA!*coughwheeze* Allow Me to elaborate. Once upon a time, our fair heroine moved to Florida and wished to continue Her career as a topless entertainer. So She ventured forth to the kingdom of Inner Room II. There She met the hero, the young Kyle. Kyle was of the land of Under Age Armbandia. The two hit it off greatly, and there was much revelry. Our fair heroine would admire the dice he wore while She gave him many wedgies and noogies and other such Happy Fun Abuse. For what seemed like ages, young Kyle would promise to make a necklace for our heroine, in Her favorite color... green! LOL so yeah, I finally got them! Yay!!!

In 1997 I got My first tattoo. The faded yellow rose you can kinda see under the newer outline. A tribute to My mother. :) This past January I had the option to splurge a lil and get some more ink. You see, as time passed, I grew unhappy with how the one lil rose looked on My chest. So this is what became of it! It's about 50% finished as far as the outline goes, and then it needs color. When it's done there will be a few more roses, all of them will be yellow, there will be buds to go with the Tiger Lily, which will be orange and brown, and there will be Black Eyed Susans, which will be yellow and darkest brown. I might even add a lil blue background to really make it colorful.

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away (California) I was a cam wench on iFriends. Solo pr0n, girl on girl, an domination. Woot! That was oh... 10 years ago. I've decided to pad My wallet more than usual by going back to iFriends. This time it will be 100% Domination, tease, denial, etc. No pr0n at this time. I've gotten a cam upgrade, and all that's left for Me to do is finish updating My iFriends account to the site's likings. So yeah... coming soon to a webcam near you! Here's some shots to show off the new cam's HD-ness! Yeehaw :D (the first pic is clickable to enlarge)

Giving folks a lil Retro Paige Goodness. A photo taken back at Inner Room 2 years ago. Rockin My fave outfit. Haven't worn this in years. And I miss My super awesome claws of doom. *sob* I was so fucking hot!

Once upon a time, a bit over a year ago, a fresh-faced, young lil stripper chick walked into our lives at Tootsy's. Lana was tiny, young, hyper, and expressive. I admit, I had a crush on the inked, silly, tiny Blasian girl who could work the pole like no one's business. She would climb up onto My lap, talk at Me about everything, and make Me smile. She would write Me poems. She would steal My gum. I'd get random lap dances and serenades. Unfortunately, as it can happen now and then, she got hung up with the Wrong Girls. The girls who feed the stereotypes of stripperdom. It started with doing drugs. Now, that isn't something I automatically frown upon, but it wasn't just a Here And There thing. The use got worse, then it went into selling, and then into dirty dancing, and eventually into hooking. It broke My heart to see someone with such promise and life turn into someone so faded and used up. And she was only 20 years old. Gone was the girl I got all twitterpated o...