The juicy details of my personal life or thoughts. (As juicy as it gets around here anyway.)
During a random Internet check last night, my lover found a breaking news bit about Steve Irwin being killed in a diving accident. Since it was very fresh news and only CNN seemed to have anything to report, I thought perhaps they were wrong. I hoped they were wrong.
We both waited and kept checking. By the time we went to sleep, it was obvious that the news was real. Stevo had died.
People talk about “falling” into the adult industry all the time, as though it’s easy to do. As though it’s just right there waiting to grab anyone who steps off the path for minute. I found out that getting into this world is very difficult. I had to fight and struggle for a few years before I finally broke my way into making money off “selling” myself. Or maybe it’s just my usual method of doing everything the hard way.
I’ve decided to share my lumps and bumps on the road to where I am today. Everyone has a history and it usually isn’t glamorous. I’m no exception, but I hope you’ll enjoy the droll misadventures of a determined-to-be-deviant college girl.
I’m not a girl who has lots of celebrity stories to tell. I’ve met numerous sport stars and movie-industry people (both porn and mainstream) while working in strip clubs. I waited on Jeff Gordon and Dale Earnhardt, both of whom were nice and gave autographs for a friend of mine that was a NASCAR fan (I had zero idea of who they were until years later). I saw Luke Wilson in Baby Dolls. I saw Dennis Rodman at Cabaret Royale a number of times. Once he was walking by my table and suddenly bent over and looked into my face from about two inches away (I think he was looking for one of his regular girls and all blonde strippers look alike, you know). That was a surprising moment, to say the least. And the biggest “celebrity†I met while escorting was a high-ranking executive for an Internet company (the company is a household name but he wasn’t). Still, it wasn’t like he had a problem paying his electric bill.
None of this has moved me a bit. In June, I went to see a reading given by Jacqueline Carey. And I was star-struck.
The past year has been interesting on a personal level.
I’ve had a subscription to Playboy for several years but I find the magazine amusing at times. In the last few years, they’ve discovered such obscure topics like BDSM, ass-worship and today’s topic: Brazilian waxing. It’s a good thing they have their reputation as a literary magazine to fall back on. Playboy’s no sex guide.This month’s issue of Playboy features an article by a woman who gets a Brazilian for the first time. In 2006. And Playboy pays her for her story because apparently it’s news to their readers.