Your Neighborhood Professional Deviant

...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...

I'd like to do more writing. I have ideas for working on a book or perhaps a few. What it's like to be Ms Deviant. Les souvenirs de Paige. I get told, quite frequently, that I should. LOL. And there is still the stripper comic that I'd like to get up on the net. All I need is an artist. And I think I'd really enjoy writing articles for magazines and e-zines. There are so many "hot chick writes about ________" these days, but I still want in on the action. I think it would be fun! I could write 'till I'm blue about sexy stuff. BDSM, being a Pro Dommes, stripping, porn, etc. But I think I could also have a grand time with something less sexy, but as seen by a sexy person. Sports, video games, gardening, cooking, etc.

If I set for myself a task, be it so trifling, I shall see it through. How else shall I have confidence in myself to do important things? - George Clason I have such... interesting goals. * I'd like to be in a music video, or on the cover of an album. * Speaking of music, I'd like to be the inspiration for a song. * I'd love to run My own dungeon or strip club. It's as close to retirement as I'd like to get LOL * I'd love to get even a tiny little part in a mainstream TV show or movie. * I want to travel more. Not only places in the US like Vegas, but abroad. I want to see India, Italy, Morocco, Most of the UK, a lot of Europe. * I want to get My clothing line off of the ground. * I would kill to have a summer place back in My beloved NYC, and keep My condo as the winter home here in Florida.

No. No you can't. It really slays me how often and how quickly "Can I watch?" comes out of mouths in response to the idea of a woman being with another woman. Don't get Me wrong, I dig some hot Girl On Girl action in porn and art and in books. I am an equal opportunity pervert. But seriously guys? If you hit on a chick and she says that she's already committed to a woman and/or she is only into chicks, why would you just blurt out "CAN I WATCH? HYUCK!" ? A lot of you wouldn't do that if the chick's response to your amorous advances was "I am already fully committed to a wonderful dude" . Granted, some of you would. But what your voyeuristic preferences are is not in question here. What really puts a bee in My butt is how easily some of ya'll demand to watch something that, in the case of My personal relationships, is not an open arena sort of thing. I don't sell tickets when it comes to sleeping with the person I am committed ...

Sometimes, when I have a hyper, silly moment... things get ranted about and rambled upon... that are just strange. Tonight, Viror and I discussed vehicle sex. And I don't mean like, Transformers porn. I mean like, fucking in a car. Countless rockers have written songs about carfucking. Nickleback did it. Meatloaf went on about it for about 8 and a half minutes about the subject. Motley Crue, Loggins & Messina (and then Poison revisited it), I could go on... and that's just rock music. Sheez. But WHY? I never found car sex to be all that awesome. I mean, there's a seat belt buckle digging into My back, the window against My feet is FRIGGIN COLD, My head keeps hitting the door. Fun times! Wait.. what? Or there's the chiropractors wet dream of Me doin it in the front seat, Gods forbid! My spine is packing it's bags just by Me blogging this now. Sweet crispy christ! People make jokes about it. Songs are sung about it. It's portrayed in movies and videos. But am ...