I can’t help myself when it comes to taking pictures of my dogs. At least once a week they are confronted by one of my cameras. I’m planning on having some prints made of some of the photographs like the one here. Cocoa is so photogenic, he doesn’t mind at all. He even smiles for his close-up sometimes.

I get asked hundreds of interesting questions. One that comes up more than I can count is,”What do you think your best feature is?” This may seem like an easy question but pose it to yourself. What is you best feature, the most attractive thing about you? Not so easy huh? Sometimes, I can’t help but make-up stupid answers just to keep it interesting like my favorite part is my pinky toe, the back of my knees, or my left elbow. To answer this question which I don’t feel has an answer since I am my worst critic…I really like my eyes. They are brown with green flecks but they darken with my mood. Its what I notice the most(other than my butt is once again naked and for the world to see). I’ve been told I have a very old soul and they can tell this by my eyes. I’m not sure about that but with everything going on, I sometimes feel pretty darn old! There is a pic floating around the net somewhere . . . Read the rest of this blog entry here!

My birthday seemed to start out over the weekend before it. I met a great person that was not only inspiring but seemed to see eye-to-eye with my on pretty much everything. I saw a baby dolphin, got a lap dance, and a very beautiful gift I will treasure for the rest of my life. I was sad to part with him but I look forward to continuing to build a friendship. The day of my birthday I woke up, got ready and headed off to the car dealership. I stopped for the mail and that’s when the great news started . . . Read the rest of this blog entry here!

Its not that easy being on both sides of the camera. Its mentally exhausting and sometimes physically when you have to run back and forth from one side of the camera to the other. Three years ago I had the idea to pose for myself. I needed the content for my paysite and I was tired of depending on trades, friends to help and photographers that were flaky. Sometimes, I wouldn’t get the pictures back at all. I had a camera, a site, and a remote corded to the camera. I went at it it front of the mirror and was surprised that things turned out so well. The problem was that I had to hold onto a remote. You could see it in the pics unless I painstakingly edited it out. With a set of 90 pictures I decided there are better ways to get carpal tunnel. I scoured the internet month after month until I found my solution. It was simple, hands free and the equipment cost me about the same as a day rate for a photographer. I could now shoot when I wanted to and stop when I wanted to. I’m still perfecting it but here is some of my work on both sides of the camera.

The adult industry has many stereotypes. Some of them are absurd and its fun to parody them, others are annoying and you feel like if you hear that someone is surprised that you are actually intelligent, you might have to see what their head looks like on a stick. I’m only a little bitter, I swear! I admit, I’m guilty of stereotyping, grouping, mass assumption, and being surprised that a certain group (to remain nameless) has a single brain in their head.
So, not all male dancers are gay, strippers don’t always double as hookers(actually this is a rare thing that they do double), not all pornstars do anal, having sex for a living is actually hard work and you don’t get to just lay there. Sluts can be selective instead of having fun with everyone, sex-workers still have the right to say no, many adult industry professionals have degrees, are married or have a partner, we weren’t all abused sad children with a daddy complex, we are capable of love, a healthy sexual appetite does not make one a pervert (we are all perverts anyway…yes, that means you!)
Yes, there is drug and alcohol abuse in the adult industry but no more than anywhere else that you don’t have to get drug tested in order to work. Entertainment as a whole seems to have its demons.

Does this stuff sounds absurd yet? It does to many people that are in the industry and we see the stereotypes personified. Those that personify the stereotype usually aren’t in the industry very long, or just scrape by pathetically, acting as though they are “making it”

Being attractive and/or at peace with your inner pervert does not make you stupid, actually it seems that if you embrace your inner freak, you’ll be much happier, less stressed and have an improved, healthier sex life. Hmmm, that doesn’t sound so dumb to me. Don’t you love how pretty, sexy, or just plain ol’ sex=dumb? I’m pretty sure there are geniuses out there who are getting laid, maybe at this very second!(GASP!) Its healthy to explore your kinky side, let it all hang out once in awhile, watch porn in the living room instead of the bedroom, being naughty and buying that dildo in the window, tie up your lover and tease them, etc, etc, etc

Lets explore farther than my little box of adult fun, shall we? . . . Read the rest of this blog entry here!

Yes, actually they are to my surprise. They love me unconditionally, even though I’m a dirty, dirty girl. We don’t talk about my biz much unless I am sharing a funny story with them. They just want me to be happy, safe, and able to care for myself. Well, I can do that and more. I’m so happy that I can provide a beautiful place for my mom to live as well as spoil her rotten. That is a real dream come true. I share more with my mom about the biz than anyone and she is so wonderful. She’s really cute about her comments and questions. I don’t tell my brothers much about work, as you can imagine. No one is ashamed of me and I think I’m more bashful about it than they are:) I’m really lucky! I know gals that are estranged from their family due to this biz. It shouldn’t be that way but with all the misconceptions and judgmental people out there, it happens. No one should be ashamed of sex, its natural and a huge part of your adult life. I could really go on a big rant now but I’ll save that one for another time. I need to get my butt . . . Read the rest of this blog entry here!

No, I’m not talking about growing out my pubic hair or not having breast implants. I’m talking about the food! Oh, how I love food. As any Midwesterner will tell you, life is about . . . Read the rest of this blog entry here!

I got into LA much earlier than I would have liked to on Saturday morning. I had about 2 hours of sleep but luckily I was not confronted with terrorists for screaming teenagers. I called the plumber that was supposed to arrive at 9am and they told me that they would call when he was to arrive. They also asked what the problem was. Well, I knew that the guts in the back toilet needed replacing and that’s about it. I am not a plumber although I have done a few projects, I’m not about to go playing in the water when I have other options. I was exhausted so I decided to lie down until the plumber got there. Sure enough, right as I was passing into twilight, there was a knock at the door, no phone call, just a knock at the door. Gotta love irony…
I led him to the back bathroom and went to fix myself a cup of much needed coffee. The sludge from Macdonald’s breakfast from the airport was not leaded enough to remove my permanent snarl. As I was impatiently watching the coffee pot as if it would move faster if I gave it the ol’ Evil Eye, the plumber comes around the corner and asked me again what was wrong with it. He looks at me with suspicion. (There has been a lot of that going around lately.) I went back there and watched him flush the toilet and it fill back up with water as if it was never broken in the first place. I felt pretty silly and irritated at the same time. I know when toilet isn’t working for crying out loud but since there is no masked toilet fixing hero I can thank, I pay the man for flushing my toilet a service call fee of $40 and send him on his way. I then have to laugh at myself. First because I have had 2 hours of sleep and second, because I have flown all the way to LA, early, to pay someone to flush my toilet. I decided it was time to take a nap before working on the floor. I had earned it.

After sleeping for . . . Read the rest of this blog entry here!

I’m a huh-uuuuuuge movie fan. I buy them, rent them, and even have a large room dedicated to watching them with surround sound complete with very comfy reclining chairs (they even have a cup holder).
Since my mom has been ill we have been watching a lot of movies. So I go to the grocery store to buy some much needed strawberries and little cakes for dessert that night. On the way to the counter I see that there are a few new movies that have come out and decided to pick one up. Getting to the check-out, I put everything on the conveyor belt and the cashier asked for my ID. I was baffled. I didn’t buy any wine today. She says its for the movie, you have to be 18 to purchase this movie and they strictly enforce this rule. As I stood there with my right eyebrow raised, she continued with her tirade about underage kids watching inappropriate films. Feeling half-scolded like a 12 year old trying to buying a Hustler mag, I gave her my ID. I then thought to myself, why does she think I’m underage and then it hits me. I’m wearing my casual velor hoody and pants, white tennis shoes, and rocking my ponytail for all the scrunchie is worth. Not wearing make-up did not help my cause. I think she must have looked at my ID, then my face 5 times, as if I had a fake ID to buy “23″. I can think of many other things I wish I could have purchased when I was a kid. Now, I know everyone tells me to take this as a compliment but I’m turning 27 this month and its getting on my nerves. This mighty gate-keeper of the “R” rated movie finally let me pass before my Mom’s ice cream melted.

On my way to my car I hear rapid footsteps behind me and a . . . Read the rest of this blog entry here!

I get asked time and time again what made a sweet little Midwestern gal like me enter into the adult industry. They say I seem too innocent and remind them of a girl they went to high school or college with. I remind them of a sweetheart they had at some point or just the girl next door. Well, I have never claimed to be innocent, quite the opposite of what the general public would consider innocent. Sure, I’m sweet, down to earth, easy to laugh as well as smile, but innocent, I don’t think so. I was the girl who pressured her boyfriends for sex, who wanted to explore different positions, who has always had crushes on girls and guys. Ever since I found Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler magazine, I’ve wanted to be like those pretty gals on the slick pages. The scent of magazine glue is still a turn-on for me. You know that smell from a brand new dirty magazine? Still sound kinda tame huh? Well, then let me tell you about my more dominant side of my sexuality. I love to take, to command, whip, smack, flog, and put clamps, clothes pins, and other devices on my playmates that enjoy it. Are you scared yet? Don’t be, I don’t require the allowance of a beating in order to meet me. Hey, it’s a fun side to explore but only if my partner is safe and enjoying themselves at the same time. This is one reason I do not to many adult films anymore. There were too many people in the business that I encountered that weren’t having fun anymore. It’s a real shame to see and its disturbing to have sex with someone who is obviously pretending for the camera.

Ok, back to me being naughty…

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