Your Neighborhood Professional Deviant

Hi! My name is Paige Delaney D'Winter and I love video games!   I've been playing video games since I was a wee lass, so probably since about 1980. Yes, I'm that old.     Get off my lawn.   The first gaming systems I owned as a child were the Colecovision (1982) and the IBM PC Jr (1984).       My very first favorite video game was Adventure for the Colecovision. Your character was a square. You fought dragons that kinda looked like ducks.     Not a lot of issues with pixelated boobs there, eh?   When I was a kid, I was a Super Duper Tom Boy (Deluxe Edition), but I've become quite a... chick, for lack of a better term. If you don't know who I am, I've embraced My femme side and I dove headfirst into the adult entertainment industry at age 18. So needless to say, I've kind of wandered the spectrum as far as how I identified as a biological female.   Recently, I've seen all of the chaos that is GamerGate, primaril...

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...

Alas, by Full Moon I mean that lovely object in the night sky... So a guy came in today, and put a dollar in my tip bucket and said "here, this will help you get that tattoo removed!" ... My response was "Well at least it will cost me less than the procedure you're gonna need to save up for to get a bigger dick." Really... WTF was the point of insulting the woman who is going to LET YOU INTO THE TITTY BAR? Maybe his fetish is cockblocking himself before he even gets into the room with the women he has no chance with. Who knows! But that was just part of the Full Moon Madness that struck us at Tootsy's Cabaret this fine night. 99.99999999999% of the dancers tonight were INSANE. Drunks, lunatics, obsessives, floozies, and morons. I had one girl ask me, FOR FIVE MINUTES STRAIGHT, if she had REALLY paid her house fee. She had. 20 minutes earlier. It would have all been more tolerable if the tips hadn't sucked like Hoover's hooker neice outside of a bowli...

"Big Boobs = Fat. Okay? Skinny women cannot have big boobs unless they're implants or whatever. Point being; Large breasted women aren't usually popular, as they are usually overweight, take myself for example." Oh dear, sweet, crispy, Christ.