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 on 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 and they changed my eye color to blue. It looks creepy, probably because I’m not used to seeing myself with light eyes.

I’ve been changing my lifestyle to be more healthy and decided to buy a pasta maker. Not only does it relax me t cook, its a more healthy way to eat when you make everything from scratch. I get this heavy, clunky thing out and it sits on the counter all shiney, as if to challenge me. I read the directions and even make some homemade pasta sauce. Its a little harder than it looks and by the end, it was an hour later and I was covered in flour. I even hand flour hand print on the seat of my shorts. I did win the battle and had some excellent pasta. The pasta maker did not hit the wall or end up in the trash. I can’t wait to try some new recipes and creating a few of my own.

I seriously need an apron!

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. I was able to break to a company that was discriminating against me due to my industry. I have fought for 2 years with this company and FINALLY they see that I am a responsible adult not some crack addict hell bent on ruining them.

When I got to the dealership I went and had them run my credit. I was not about to test drive something I couldn’t take home with me. I drove several and something wonderful happened. I’m not afraid to drive smaller cars now:) I was in a bad car accident and had to go through physical therapy, take time off work, and can still tell you when its gonna rain. I ended up with this beautiful crystal white convertible, my dream car. Woohoo, its so fun to drive. I really missed having a V8 under the hood.

After getting all the blasted paperwork done, I took my mom to see the Wyland gallery at Planet Hollywood. We had a great time and met a very sweet lady that is originally from Hawaii. I ended up purchasing a painting and got invited to come back in November to meet Wyland himself. he is the artist for the 2008 Olympics and will be painting a 3 mile long mural in China, I think next to the great wall. The paining I bought moved me. It may sound silly but when we were looking at it, it reminded me of all the animals that may not be around in the next 10 years, and how beautiful they are. When a painting moves you like that its something special. I have just the place for it too.

Its been the best Birthday ever. I only wish my brothers were here too and then it would have been perfect.

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 her 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, ect, ect, ect

Lets explore farther than my little box of adult fun, shall we?

Not all men like sports and it doesn’t qualify them as pansies, women can work on cars, not all suits and librarians are uptight(actually, I find it quite the opposite! Yay, for me!) nor are they the freakiest people you will ever meet, tattoos don’t make people tough nor violent(neither does rap music).

I could really go on and on with my run-on sentences, invoking a grin every so often but that’s not the point. Well, what the hell is the point, you say? I guess my point is that I have a lot of fun seeing the how people are grouped together by other people and the assumptions(we all know what assuming gets you). It happens to us all and wither we like it or not, that’s probably not going to change. Its takes one person at a time to decide not to try to judge others until they at least get to know them a little. Its scary but you have a lot in common with the people you meet on a regular basis. No matter how you group them together there will always be people that don’t fit in any category and as soon as they seem too, then they won’t.

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 in gear to get ready for a bachelor party weekend, woohoo! No, I’m not the entertainment, but I plan to have a fabulous time getting lap dances and who knows what else!

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 the food. Now that I’ve been taking a more health-conscious approach to life, I’ve decided its time to stop with all the meat and cheese chanting and be good to myself. I’d ordered a few cookbooks to help with the transition from my love of the potato. All the white flour will be gone along with any processed food. I’ll be cooking from scratch from now on. It should be a great learning experience because I don’t usually measure out anything when I’m cooking but with new recipes, its a good idea to follow the directions instead of my own path. I plan to buy a pasta maker to make my own fresh pasta, how fun! Homemade lasagna sounds like a good start. I already know how to make the sauce and the dish itself, its the noodles I’ll have to learn about. Plus, if I don’t utilize my chef’s kitchen I’m going to have to kick myself.

Everyone has a fetish, things that turn them on. One of my fetishes(yes, I do have a few) is stocking fetish. I love the way they feel on my skin, rubbing my legs together to feel them is heaven. They keep me slightly warmer than if I wasn’t wearing them, bringing a slight glow to my skin, or maybe that’s just from being turned on by them. Posing in them is always so erotic, and I always seem to have a running fantasy in my head the entire time. Sometimes just putting them on is like stepping into a sensual dream and sometimes I feel more daring. I love when I find stockings or pantyhose that aren’t ordinary like the ones below. You can see I indulged in ripping them, which is also erotic all in itself:)

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 the better part of daylight, my bro and I went to get some supplies and some food. We tore the carpet up and it much easier than we thought it was going to be. Compared to the first part of my day, this was heaven! After the cement floor was prepared and the debris was bagged, we went to get some dinner and rent a movie. There’s nothing like having a full on surround sound system at home and them going to my condo and watching a DVD on a computer. After the movie we tackled putting down the floor. Armed with knee-pads and work gloves, we took turn spreading the glue and lining up the flooring. It went pretty fast and by midnight we were 3/4ths of the way done. We are going to cut out all the smaller peices and finish the floor on another day. We just didn’t have time this weekend to get it all done. The bonus is that since we were squatting most of the time, there is a jump start on that buns of steel workout video I have always wanted to produce(JK)

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 desert 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 young man runs past me so quickly, I swear I felt wind off of him. Right on his tail is another man, not so young, wearing a blue apron. Again, the eyebrow goes up. Apparently, the younger fellow had stole one of those grocery store whole cooked chickens. My assumption was confirmed when the man in the apron stopped running, put his hands on his knees in exhaustion, and screamed, “I made that you asshole!” My hand flew to my mouth, trying to stifle the laugh but it escaped. The man in the apron turned around and stomped back into the store, red faced, panting and giving me the evil eye for laughing.

Arriving home, I greeted the nurse on duty and started to put the groceries away. I noticed that the nurse had something on the front of her shirt. I asked her what it was and she replied it was just oatmeal. I instantly thought that my mom had finally had enough of the non-cholesterol, healthy food and flung it at her. I looked at my mom, she looked innocently back at me and said, ” I didn’t do it I swear!” The nurse confirmed it but I still have my suspicions.

I guess I wasn’t the only one today that felt like a little kid about to get into trouble.

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, cloth 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…

At the age of 23, I was going through a divorce. That’s right I was married, and too young to be married and too inexperienced to know what I really wanted in a relationship let alone a marriage. I felt awful about myself but I was trudging along. In October I started dancing and within a week I had quit my lowly office job. Now, I say lowly because it was business to business advertising sales by phone, bleh! Anyone who has done a similar occupation will probably sympathize with me there. I entered a strip contest and won, then 2 days later I won again, bam I was a stripper. I had a way to pay for going back to college to further my education. My plans were to take Multimedia/web design courses. Dancing would also allow flexibility in my schedule. I went home and cooked my family a big meal and told them what I was about to do. They were shocked but supportive. I’m so lucky for that. That is not very common in this business. From dancing I went to LA(first ever flight) to be in men’s magazines. To date I have been in over 50 magazines I really enjoy this type of shoot the most. Still are very challenging and allows you to perfect posing while looking hot at the same time. I have been in over 75 films not including my Playboy TV work and my Skinemax films for HBO, Showtime, and Cinemax and countless compilations derived from scenes pulled from various movies. I have really enjoyed my time in film but now I’m writing a lot of my own projects. Ok, don’t laugh at me guys, there are scripts. I’m not completely off my noodle.

Being in this industry has been amazing for me. A small town girl from Indiana got to be on TV, lusted after in magazines, spend time with some wonderful gents and got to make a living at it all the same time. I have learned so much about myself, men, women, BDSM, photography, well, the list goes on and on. I’m still learning too as I expand my horizons even further. So I’m in the process of writing my own production and finding talent for my various projects. I’m having a blast and living my dream. I’m my own boss. I’m the meanest boss I’ve ever had as well as the laziest employee?

So to answer the question of “What made me enter the adult entertainment business?” my short answer you be that nothing made me. I was the curious kitty that got more than she ever dreamed.

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