No! No! Don't repeal the ban!


Updated: 02:12 PM EDT
Town Repeals Ban on Speedo-Style Suits
By JOHN CURRAN, AP

CAPE MAY, N.J. (April 30) - Come on in, Speedo wearers, the water's fine: Your skimpy little swimsuits are legal now.

For more than 30 years, this quaint little Victorian-themed resort at the southern tip of New Jersey said no to "skintight, formfitting or bikini type" bathing attire on males over the age of 12.

For an ocean resort that once required men and women to swim at different times of day, wearing heavy woolen, cover-everything swimsuits, it made sense to modernize.

"It's a beach town, for God's sake," said Police Chief Diane Sorantino. The town also agreed to lift a rule that stopped bare-chested men from strolling along the beachfront promenade.

Not that everyone's cheering. It's often the older guys - the ones with beer guts, or wrinkly skin, or unsightly tufts of hair - who wear the tiny swimsuits.

"The people you want to see in the Speedos, you don't," said Maggie Creighton, 19, who works in a downtown lingerie store.

Locals who share the beaches with tourists said that despite the ban, the itsy bitsy suits have been a common sight in summer, even though most surf shops and beachwear retailers here don't sell them.

"A lot of people do come in and say `Do you carry Speedos?' said Becky Fitzgerald, sales clerk at Della's General Store. "It's the 40- to 50-year-old group who ask. And it's funny, their bodies aren't the shape for Speedos."

The swimsuit ban was enacted in the 1960s in response to complaints about gay men who wore the suits on the beach, according to former mayor Robert Elwell, who writes a Cape May history column for a local newspaper.

But the ban was rarely if ever enforced, according to the city, which voted to amend its beach regulations last week.

City Administrator Luciano Corea Jr. said the skimpy swimsuit ban was largely unknown. There was no push to eliminate it, but doing so made sense, he said.

"We had no complaints, and we've never issued a summons for it, to my knowledge," said Corea. "Technically, we could've left it on the books. It was never enforced anyway."

Vince Grimm, executive director of GABLES of Cape May County, a gay advocacy organization, said the ban was outdated and holds no particular significance for gays.

"We're no different than anyone else. If they (the suits) are in style, we wear them," said Grimm.

Charlotte Beheler, owner of Sports `n Stuff, which sells Speedos for $25.95, said they're not among her top sellers.

She doesn't expect any big boom in sales this summer - or an explosion of skin on the beaches. Neither does Speedo, which says the men's brief-style suits make up only 1 percent of the Los Angeles-based company's sales.

"I could see that people may buy more, but I don't think it'll be a huge dramatic change," said Speedo marketing manager Lesley Benko.

Still, some people will be watching the beaches this year just to see who's wearing what.

"I haven't been to the beach in years, but now I'm thinking I'll go down there this year," said Joann Quinn, of North Cape May. "The beach ought to be interesting this year."


04/30/05 14:02 EDT



-- XXOO Tanya

It seems that I neglected to tell the seedy story behind the hellacious catfight update of 3/31/05. Misti Knight and I literally ended up shredding our sheer tan pantyhose when we went off on each other. This is how it had all had gotten started on that fine October day...


Misti Knight and I were auditioning for movie roles together. We were going to play sisters. Our audition should have been simple: just a few lines of dialogue and lots of smiles at the director. For some unknown reason Misti started getting really competitive with me. She would interrupt me when I was speaking, stand in my light, and roll her eyes when I was rehearsing my lines and trying to get into character. Finally I turned on her and asked her what she thought she was doing. Did she think that she was going to play the roles of BOTH sisters if she succeeded in upstaging me at this casting call? The whole room broke out in uproarious laughter when I demanded to know this. Misti didn't like being the butt of the joke and all of a sudden we were writhing around on the carpet in nothing but our short skirts and sheer tan pantyhose!!


-- XXOO Tanya

Good morning,

Do you happen to remember when I had a Photo of the Day on the front page here? Well, I still have one at
www.blondeisland.us

Today's photo is especially comical with the bouffant hairdo :)


-- XXOO Tanya

Good morning,

I don't often start my day off crying, but today I did. As I was standing in line this morning to buy my coffee, candy bar and newspaper I began reading one of the front-page stories in the L.A. Times. It is about the residents of Bangor, Maine, many of whom are ex-military themselves, who turn out to greet every single plane of returning soldiers who pass through their town. It is a genuinely touching story and I'm still in tears as I think of it now. Every one of our soldiers deserves a hero's welcome upon returning to US soil. God Bless them all.

The story is called "Welcome Stop for Warriors" by Tony Perry and is on the front page of
www.losangelestimes.com today too.

-- XXOO Tanya

Good morning,

I just reread my post from yesterday and realized that it may have appeared that I was on the cusp of a religious conversion or something. Don't worry, I'm not. I just liked the part of yesterday's post that espouses kindness to one another.

Maybe that's just because I live in a big city and I'm tired of people leaning on their horns if I haven't shifted into gear and blasted away from a stoplight at 90 MPH one second after it turned green :)

Several weeks ago I was standing in line in Sav-on when an elderly man in a wheelchair had to ask a lady in line to step back so he could maneuver through the store. She seemed fearful that he was trying to cut into the line in front of her and she pointedly informed him that he couldn't. The poor guy indicated that he was just attempting to move to a different part of the store and the line was blocking his access. Afterwards the woman was slightly embarrassed and she turned to the couple behind her and said: "Well, I have to watch out for #1 because no one else will."

It was kind of a weird moment in a mean city.

- XXOO Tanya

Good afternoon,

This was sent to me by a friend the other day and I thought I'd share it:

Numbers tell only part of the story. Whatever one thinks of Christianity, the history of Jesus gave birth to a new, lasting vision of the origins and destiny of human life, a vision drawn from the religion's deep roots in Judaism. Everyone is created in God's image; there is, as Paul said, "neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is neither male nor female; for you are all one in Christ Jesus"; all are equal, special, worthy. In the Christian world view, says the Roman Catholic theologian George Weigel, "we are not congealed stardust, an accidental byproduct of cosmic chemistry. We are not just something, we are someone." The promise at the heart of the faith: that God, as the fourth-century church father Athanasius said, "was made man that we might be made gods."

As the search goes on for so many along so many different paths, Paul offers some reassuring words for the journey: "Be at peace among yourselves ... encourage the faint-hearted, help the weak, be patient with them all. See that none of you repays evil for evil, but always seek to do good to one another and to all. Rejoice always, pray constantly, give thanks ... hold fast what is good, abstain from every form of evil"—wise words for all of us, whatever our doubts, whatever our faith.

-- XXOO Tanya

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Good afternoon,

There has been lots of stuff all over the news here
about the possibility of the FDA lifting its ban on
silicone breast implants. During a hearing many women
gave what amounted to 12 hours of testimony pleading
with the FDA not to lift the ban. They spoke of
illnesses and deaths that had occurred allegedly
because of silicone breast implant ruptures and
leakages.

I have silicone breast implants and elected to get
silicone implants instead of saline even at the height
of the silicone breast implant hysteria here some
years ago. That was when Dow Corning and the other
implant makers were hit with huge class-action
lawsuits from women who claimed that the silicone
implants were unsafe.

My feeling is that the silicone implants made in the
last 20 years or longer are not unsafe. I have known
of women who blamed their leaking implants for their
own serious illnesses and in every case they had
received their implants before 1980. What I am going
to say next is entirely anecdotal, but it struck a
chord with me as soon as I heard it. It just seems to
have the ring of truth even though this is basically
just uncorroborated thirdhand information.

An acquaintance of mine knows a man who worked for a
company that manufactured some of the first silicone
breast implants. Those implants were put into womens'
bodies and the company realized after the fact that
the industrial-grade type of silicone (or whatever)
they were using would be very dangerous or fatal to
the recipients if the implant ever leaked and that the
design of them might allow a lot of leakages. They
quietly researched the issue and created a safer type
of silicone implant. Now, many decades later the
company will never, ever admit to this.

As I said, I know of women who became seriously ill
with peculiar afflictions they feel were due to their
silicone breast implants. In most cases they were
friends of friends of mine, all of them were dancers,
and all of them received their implants in the 1970s.
One obvious conclusion to that is that it just took a
while for their implants to leak and that those of us
who received implants in the 1990's will eventually
have leakages and illnesses too. I don't believe so
because a lot of these women were already having
health issues in the 1970s and 1980s. Plus, I
personally know other dancers whose post-1980 silicone
implants have leaked and they did not become ill. They
had to have surgery to replace or remove the implants,
of course, but they never had recurring or abnormal
medical afflictions afterwards.

These words almost seems like a waste of my typing because
everything I'm writing is based on hearsay. Even I
don't actually have substantive reason to believe what
I'm writing, but yet it all feels like the truth on
some intuitive level. So much for my contribution to
research science :)

Nothing I've written will ever be proven, but I just
can't shake the feeling that it is the truth.

-- XXOO Tanya

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My friend Jay has built a new Yahoo group for me!


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--XXOO Tanya

If someone read the whole story below to me and deleted all reference to where it happened I would still know that this incident occurred in Texas. Texas is the only state I know of in which major metropolitan newspapers have entire sections covering highschool football. By "entire sections" I'm not referring to pages within the sports section itself, I'm talking about another daily sports section that features nothing but highschool football news and is an entity unto itself.

My sister and I grew up in California, but she later went on to teach highschool in the Dallas public school system. In her words: "The way the kids look at it is that either you're a football player or you're a cheerleader or you're a loser." She said the attitude was very deeply entrenched. I hope she sends my nieces and nephew to school in California. They are nice kids and I'd hate to see them turn into complete nimrods just because they're growing up in Texas.



Texas High School Football Coach Shot


CANTON, Texas (April 7) - The father of a high school football player shot and wounded the coach with an assault rifle Thursday and fled in a pickup loaded with weapons, claiming to have a hit list, authorities said.

Jeffrey Doyle Robertson, 45, was captured a few hours later, after his truck was found abandoned near a golf course outside Canton. Robertson was carried out of the woods on a stretcher.

Police were trying to establish the motive for the shooting of Canton High coach Gary Joe Kinne.

But Police Chief Mike Echols said Robertson had been banned from campus and told not to attend school functions. Robertson had had confrontations with some of the coaches, including Kinne, who took over the football program in 2003, authorities said. Kinne's son was the team's quarterback.

According to one parent, Robertson had complained last year that his son was being picked on by his teammates.

Kinne was shot with an AK-47 rifle in the chest at the school's field house, officials said. He was airlifted to a hospital in nearby Tyler; his condition was not immediately released.

Robertson said he had a hit list, according to state Homeland Security spokeswoman Sophie Yanez.

An athlete's father, Steve Smith, said Robertson had threatened to kill Smith's son last year over an on-field teasing.

"He's a very high-strung, hot-tempered individual," said Smith, a Canton business owner.

Smith told the Tyler newspaper that Robertson's son, then a freshman football player, was walking off the field when some older students "razzed" him.

"This guy blew up," Smith said. "He thought some kids were picking on his son. My son wasn't even the one who said anything. But he threatened to kill him."

Smith said he complained to the school and police. Robertson was never charged.

A local restaurant cashier said Robertson had a reputation in Canton, about 60 miles east of Dallas.

"I wouldn't say he was respected. But he was well-known," said Sister's Cafe cashier Diane Price, who said she has known Robertson for 37 years because he attended high school with her daughter. ___

(Associated Press writers Anabelle Garay and Bobby Ross Jr. in Dallas contributed to this report. )


-- XXOO Tanya

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Strippers Have Their Day in Court

Holly and I had a court date on the same day. Turns out we both had some issues with reckless driving. We'd never met before, but we got to chatting in the courtroom when the judge took a brief recess. Holly's conservative apparel could not conceal her firm, full 38DDDs. I wondered aloud why she had not been able to sweet-talk her way out of the 115 MPH ticket she'd received on Interstate 10. Holly rolled her eyes and said she could not even stomach the idea of flirting with some nimrod cop. Wow! It was like we were sisters seperated at birth! I invited Holly back to my apartment after we had both paid $1000 fines and been sentenced to hundreds of hours of Caltrans highway work. Upon arrival at my place I was very much looking forward to openning up a bottle of cheap wine and kicking back. The moment was shattered when my new friend Holly started becoming rude and sarcastic. Among other things she even asked me if I always dressed like a dowdy schoolteacher! There was no way that I was going to take that kind of shit in my own home so I ripped off my suit jacket, squared my shoulders and prepared to do battle with my 36DDs. Holly and I agreed to a no-holds-barred sexual test of wills in which the first woman to make the other one cum would be the WINNER. Just check inside the Playhouse to see who emerged victorious in this contest of c*nts..


-- XXOO Tanya

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Pantyhose-clad, Brawling Strippers!

Jewell and I were wearing pantyhose because we were attending the wedding of a conservative friend of ours. We wanted to look respectable in front of her family and any eligible bachelors that might be there. Maybe they would not guess we were strippers. At least not until we were schlocked out of our minds on the free booze. In any case I was carefully styling my hair and applying my makeup when Jewell decided to "be funny" and blast me straight in the face with her hair dryer. I stared at my dishevelled appearance in the mirror for a second before I snatched the dryer from her hands and prepared to bash in her laughing face with it. Last Thursday's update in the Playhouse tells the rest of the story..


-- XXOO Tanya

Hello,

Is it disturbing to anyone else that Scott Peterson was convicted and sentenced to death?

In all likelihood he did savagely murder his wife and unborn child, but his conviction is still unsettling because it was based entirely on circumstantial evidence. He's been given the death penalty in a case comprised solely of circumstantial evidence. I don't see how any jury and a judge can be convinced beyond a reasonable doubt of his guilt when there were really no solid incriminating facts presented to them.

Ever since O.J. was acquitted I've had grave doubts about the fairness and efficacy of our court system. In that case it was UNBELIEVABLE that he was not convicted, but in many other cases it's equally incredible that the defendants were found guilty. Every year more and more death row inmates are exonerated by DNA evidence. Many of these folks have already been in prison for decades. The appeals process in capital cases is exhaustive and yet they just keep finding more innocent people on Death Row who have been languishing there for long periods of time.

My opinion is that every US citizen should be alarmed by the conviction and the death sentence handed to Scott Peterson. I suspect that he's not innocent but our court system has become a mockery if someone can be sentenced to death solely on the basis of circumstances and conjecture.

Of course no one is here to read about my views on the subject but I still feel compelled to vent my spleen ;)

-- XXOO Tanya

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-- XXOO Tanya

Last week I went over to Summer's new house and she proudly showed me the sapling she had planted in her dining room. I was in utter disbelief but knew my shock would be nothing next to that of her landlords' when they saw the hole she'd created in their ceiling to make room for her tree. It sounded like fun to call and tell them all about it since Summer had evidently not been planning to let them in on the secret until she vacated the place at the end of her year lease. She went ballistic when I tried to make a run for the phone and she used her whole 95-pound frame to body slam me before she smashed my head into her new tree! I don't know what was more astonishing: her eco-terrorism or her dirty fighting techniques. Check out last Thursday's update and you be the judge.

-- xxoo Tanya

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Hello,

Please check out today's new military-themed update to the Playhouse.

As always, I join millions of other Americans in sending my love and prayers to our troops who are bravely serving our country around the world.

-- XXOO Tanya

Hmmm...... I'm trying to figure out how to post links and pictures in this little box and have them open up OUTSIDE the box when somebody clicks on them....

Nude Paradise

Maybe this one will work. I won't know until it is "published" :)

-- XXOO Tanya

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ROOKIE STRIPPER

Lonnie has only been dancing about a year. To be a true veteran stripper you have to have at least 3 years underneath your g-string. Since she is two years shy of the benchmark she has not yet cultivated the deep, seething anger that is attendant to the profession. Yeah, the smart dancers make enough money to compensate for the idiocy they encounter at work, but they end up with a lot of animosity that must be meted out to random but vexing individuals at various moments. It's best to wait for a deserving vessel and then unleash torrents of pent-up abuse upon that hapless person. The key words are "vexing" and "deserving." All you have to do is wait and, sure enough, some moron will do something vexing enough to make them deserving of your punishment. Trust me. It always happens that way. Last Tuesday a drunk, dumbass broad tested my patience and I got into it with her. The end result had that fat bitch chugging a drink out of the toilet. Lonnie thought it was all really funny and I tried to point out to her that she would soon begin to understand why I had such a bad temper. She began playfighting with me and I had to try and force myself to gear up for a second battle in less than 10 minutes!

The full spectacle is inside the Playhouse. A free preview is at www.Headlock.us !

-- XXOO Tanya

Hello,

I received this in an e-mail from Darla Crane www.darlacrane.net this morning:

"I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me." -- Hunter S. Thompson 1937-2005


-- XXOO Tanya

Oh, my gosh. I just read that Hunter S. Thompson shot himself yesterday and I'm shocked. It's not often that my mouth falls open and I sit rooted to the spot. I'm not even sure why exactly I'm so surprised.

Are they sure that he really shot himself?

I was turned on to Hunter S. Thompson in college in a popular literature class and he's been one of my favorite authors since. It's very rare for me to have any interest in seeing people whose work I admire, but I'd always wanted to see Hunter Thompson. Not meet him, just observe him and see what vibe I got off him. His work always fascinated me and left me wanting to fathom the complexity of the man behind it.

Same thing with Larry McMurtry. He's still alive, right? Just kidding.

Those two men have -yikes, Thompson is no longer present tense!- some genius that gave them the ability to capture the spirit of American culture in a way that no other author I've read has. In a strange way it was unfortunate that either of their works were turned into movies because no movie could capture the brilliance of their writing. I saw a bit of "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" and it made me sad. Movie adaptations of great books are upsetting.

Another twisted irony is that a lot of people might have heard of "Lonesome Dove," but may only know it as a miniseries that was on TV. To me "Lonesome Dove" is the great American novel. I hope that Larry McMurtry is still alive and well and typing on his maual typewriter in Texas.

May Hunter S. Thompson rest in peace.

-- XXOO Tanya

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Good evening,

It's another rainy night in Los Angeles and I'm proud to announce that today I have figured out how to post (some) links here in my journal. It only took me slightly over 2 years.

Here's a link from some nice nice folks who have helped deliver traffic to my online calendar at www.BlondeIsland.us :


Visit Blonde Island


-- XXOO Tanya

Good evening,

We slightly redesigned the front page here. No more Photo of the Day. Should you happen to miss the daily photo please visit my 2005 calendar at www.BlondeIsland.us . There are a lot of non-blondes there- for some reason I just liked the sound of "Blonde Island." Maybe that was because it sounds like a tropical and sunny place where women would be running around in scanty apparel. We've had record rainfall here in L.A. these past few months. Both the building I moved out of and my new residence have needed new roofs. I just had to look up "roof" just now in the dictionary to see if "rooves" was the plural form of "roof." You'd think I'd be pretty well-acquainted with roofing terminology after calling 600 different contractors to see if I could get one to show up, but I guess I'm not.

In any case, I started building www.BlondeIsland.us when I was living with a wet carpet, damaged futon, and a tarp over this building. At the time it seemed fitting to include an inspirational quotation with each photo so that tradition lives on.


-- XXOO Tanya

Hello,

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-- XXOO Tanya

CATERWAULING STRIPPERS in the Playhouse!!

Jewell and I dance at the same club. The other night we were both in the dressing room area taking a cigarette break. She began whining about what a bad night she was having but I was not inclined to give her any sympathy. Why should I? I'd been having a GREAT night and the next best thing to the money was being able to lord it over all the other girls. I counted my bills as she was telling me her tale of woe and then I sat there fanning my face with my wad as she stared dejectedly at the industrial carpet. She actually didn't seem as demoralized as possible so I waved a single dollar bill at her and laughingly told her that I'd donate it to her if she "worked for it." That pissed her off and she called me a "slut." What an overused word. I rolled my eyes and prepared to leave the room when she tried to grab the wad of money out of my hand! I hadn't seen such a money-grubbing, desperate stripper since I left the Spearmint Rhino in London! Then, get this, she started ripping the bills in half and informed me that she was too good to "slut around" for dollar bills in the lap dance booths like me and she could think of a few ways to split my legs open even wider than they usually were!

Things quickly degenerated into one of the nastiest, no-holds-barred melees that I've ever experienced. Check inside my Playhouse to see the carnage..


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-- XXOO Tanya

Everybody thinks the waitress outfits at Hooters are sexy. Personally, I get sick of wearing the gigantic orange pantaloon shorts and I didn't appreciate Jasae talking shit about them the other day either. She works at one of those trendy little "60's" -themed diners and she needs to shut the fuck up. She unzips her uniform dress so low that her tits are practically rubbing against the bacon and eggs she's serving. When I pointed THAT out to her she told me to take a spicy buffalo wing and shove it up my ass.

Enough of the profanity-laced diatribe: suffice it to say that tensions run high in the diner business. Just go inside my Playhouse and look at today's update to see Jasae and me REALLY going off on each other!


-- XXOO Tanya

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When I was in highschool there was a creepy janitor named Tom Thomas or Pete Peters or something. He lived on the campus in a shed behind the gym. Over the years I've run into other people with names like Rob Roberts, Steven Stevens, etc. Why do their parents do that to them?

One night Mackenzie Mack was making more money than I was at the club we dance at. She's thin, toned, and pretty and has big tits. I felt positive that she was preventing me from having a profitable evening because she looked better than I did. She was getting lap dances left and right and guys were throwing tons of money at her every time she went on stage. I had to do something to piss her off and make her as miserable as I was. I couldn't think of anything else to insult her about so I asked her if she had come up her redundant stage name just to align herself with the ranks of white trash everywhere. She grabbed me really fucking hard by my hair and the battle was on..

The ensuing melee was photographed for posterity and is now inside my Playhouse.


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-- XXOO Tanya

Good morning,

The below essay is one of the first things I saw online this morning. It was of particular interest to me because it was written by a veteran and I do feel that those who have served our country have a very important perspective on war since they have firsthand experience of it.

I'm very supportive of our troops and am deeply grateful for their bravery and willingness to fight for our country, but I don't believe they should still be risking their lives in Iraq. It makes me a little queasy to say that because many of our troops must be affected of the anti-war sentiment at home. Still, I love our troops and just wish they could come home.



The following article is reprinted from www.bruderhof.com :

Support Our Troops: Bring Them Home



Howard Zinn


We must withdraw our military from Iraq, the sooner the better. The reason is simple: Our presence there is a disaster for the American people and an even bigger disaster for the Iraqi people.

It is a strange logic to declare, as so many in Washington do, that it was wrong for us to invade Iraq but right for us to remain. A recent New York Times editorial sums up the situation accurately: ``Some 21 months after the American invasion, United States military forces remain essentially alone in battling what seems to be a growing insurgency, with no clear prospect of decisive success any time in the foreseeable future.''

And then, in an extraordinary non sequitur: ``Given the lack of other countries willing to put up their hands as volunteers, the only answer seems to be more American troops, and not just through the spring, as currently planned. . . . Forces need to be expanded through stepped-up recruitment.''

Here is the flawed logic: We are alone in the world in this invasion. The insurgency is growing. There is no visible prospect of success. Therefore, let's send more troops? The definition of fanaticism is that when you discover that you are going in the wrong direction, you redouble your speed.

In all of this, there is an unexamined premise: that military victory would constitute ``success.''

Conceivably, the United States, possessed of enormous weaponry, might finally crush the resistance in Iraq. The cost would be great. Already, tens of thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands, have lost their lives (and we must not differentiate between ''their'' casualties and ''ours'' if we believe that all human beings have an equal right to life.) Would that be a ``success''?

In 1967, the same arguments that we are hearing now were being made against withdrawal in Vietnam. The United States did not pull out its troops for six more years. During that time, the war killed at least one million more Vietnamese and perhaps 30,000 U.S. military personnel.

We must stay in Iraq, it is said again and again, so that we can bring stability and democracy to that country. Isn't it clear that after almost two years of war and occupation we have brought only chaos, violence and death to that country, and not any recognizable democracy?

Can democracy be nurtured by destroying cities, by bombing, by driving people from their homes?

There is no certainty as to what would happen in our absence. But there is absolute certainty about the result of our presence -- escalating deaths on both sides.

The loss of life among Iraqi civilians is especially startling. The British medical journal Lancet reports that 100,000 civilians have died as a result of the war, many of them children. The casualty toll on the American side includes more than 1,350 deaths and thousands of maimed soldiers, some losing limbs, others blinded. And tens of thousands more are facing psychological damage in the aftermath.

Have we learned nothing from the history of imperial occupations, all pretending to help the people being occupied?

The United States, the latest of the great empires, is perhaps the most self-deluded, having forgotten that history, including our own: our 50-year occupation of the Philippines, or our long occupation of Haiti (1915-1934) or of the Dominican Republic (1916-1924), our military intervention in Southeast Asia and our repeated interventions in Nicaragua, El Salvador and Guatemala.

Our military presence in Iraq is making us less safe, not more so. It is inflaming people in the Middle East, and thereby magnifying the danger of terrorism. Far from fighting ''there rather than here,'' as the President has claimed, the occupation increases the chance that enraged infiltrators will strike us here at home.

In leaving, we can improve the odds of peace and stability by encouraging an international team of negotiators, largely Arab, to mediate among the Sunnis, Shiites and Kurds and work out a federalist compromise to give some autonomy to each group. We must not underestimate the capacity of the Iraqis, once free of both Saddam Hussein and the U.S. occupying army, to forge their own future.

But the first step is to support our troops in the only way that word support can have real meaning -- by saving their lives, their limbs, their sanity. By bringing them home.

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-- XXOO Tanya

Yesterday in the Playhouse:

Goldie was just livid that I showed up late for a shoot with her. In her snottiest British accent she inquired if I was too STU-pid to know how to read a clock. Hmmmm....... I'd never once shown up on time ever for any shoot in my entire career thus far in my life so why was she asking me this? Goldie had known me for a while so why would she expect me to be prompt? Was she serious? Wasn't she mildly surprised that I'd shown up at all? There were too many questions and I found myself getting defensive about the fact that I was being forced to ponder my inadequacies and irresponsible behavior so I shoved her hard enough in the chest to nearly propel one of her gigantic tits through her body and out her backside..

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-- XXOO Tanya

Hello,

I mentioned on the Playhouse bulletin board a few days ago that I have been experimenting with building websites. I wanted to set up some free sites to give a preview of what's inside the Playhouse here at xxxtanya.com. For some reason I ended up seperating the catfight photos from the rest of the stuff. The free catfight preview site is:

www.ultimateindignity.com


The free glamour/sex site is:

www.chromegirls.net


My free, exotic 2005 calendar is:

www.blondeisland.us


There are no pop-ups or annoying things at any of them.

Enjoy!


-- XXOO Tanya

New catfight in the Playhouse today:

Devil in Sheer Pantyhose

Summer Cummings had recommended me for a job and I did not show up for it. Or call to say I wasn't coming. For a few weeks I wondered just how mad she was. Finally I screwed up my courage and rang her up on the phone since the worst she could do was hang up on me. Instead, to my amazement, she was really nice when we spoke. What a relief! She understood that I was just a complete idiot and mentioned that she had never really expected much out of me anyways. After all, I'd been a moron for as long as she'd known me. She reassured me that she had accepted my limitations years ago. In fact, she went on, she had once read research on bovine behavior indicating that cattle were so stupid that they never deviated from a very limited range of actions. Summer went on to tell me that she realized that I, like the cattle, had an organic deficiency that prevented me from altering my habits and becoming a successful model and a productive citizen. It was merely my destiny to live the existence of a lower life form.

Yeah, Summer was going overboard wth the insults and calling me a dumb cow, but I was just so happy to be her friend again. She even accepted my invitation to come over for a drink. On the appointed day we were hanging out at my place laughing and talking just like old times when out of nowhere she grabbed a handful of my hair!! I almost jumped out of my sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose! Turned out that all that bonhomie on the phone had been just a ruse to get herself within grappling distance of me..

-- XXOO Tanya

P.S. Check out a mini- photo preview of our petty but violent dispute at www.ultimateindignity.com !

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I was in my dressing quarters putting the final touches on my makeup before a hot date. A few days earlier I had met a really cute guy at the Taco Bell drive-thru and he was sitting in my living room waiting to take me out. When I emerged from the bathroom wearing my sexy outfit and freshly coiffed hair I found my roommate Misti posing for naked photos in our kitchen while my date snapped away with a disposable camera. I stood there in slack-jawed disbelief until Misti saw me and hastily put on her clothes. There was no reason to even ask for excuses- I steered Misti by one of her giant tits into the living room and our battle for supremacy began..

-- XXOO Tanya

Happy New Year 2005!!!

-- XXOO Tanya

Sometimes I look at old pictures where I was thin and tan and it makes me think I should be making more of an effort these days. Those are just my private thoughts though. I don't appreciate it when random people take it upon themselves to point out how much better I looked when I used to work out a lot and didn't drink every day. In fact, it makes me downright angry when people do that. I've had enough trouble justifying my existence lately without well-intentioned idiots trying to counsel me into having a healthier lifestyle. Goldie made that mistake when we were at a shoot yesterday. I'm happy to report that I can still EASILY kick her ass even in my perpetually hungover, fattened state. That having been said I will admit that my diminished awareness probably did prevent me from seeing her reach for that bottle of chloroform. Please check inside the Playhouse to see the photographic evidence of my sloth and her contemptible, cheating ways.

Whatever happened to a fair fight?

-- XXOO Tanya

Since a few people have asked....here's the sordid story behind last Tuesday's update:

I had invited Stacy Burke over for a relaxing dip in the pool and a few drinks. Of course my unspoken hope was that her visit would lead to a little something in the romance department. When I finally lured her into my bedroom after four Long Island ice teas in the hot sun I thought she would be good to go. Imagine my shock when she rebuffed my advances and then landed a fist in my stomach!! That little blonde bimbo is feistier than you would ever believe, particularly with what must have been a blood alcohol content of at least 2.0..

-- XXOO Tanya

Good evening,

Tonight on Christmas Eve I want to send my heartfelt thanks and love to our troops stationed around the world. Words always seem inadequate, but I know that I speak for many when I say that all of you are always in the prayers of Americans at home.

Thank you all for your noble endeavors and sacrifices.

With much love,

Tanya

Merry Christymas Eve! Merry Christmas Eve! Merry Christmas Eve!

-- XXOO Tanya

Hello,

The past 2 days have been pretty rough. I'll tell you about it on the Playhouse bulletin board so I don't air all of my dirty laundry on the front page and scare away any unacquainted passersby.

In other happier news there is a brand-new SUPERHEROINE PAGE inside the Playhouse which we are updating weekly. The current video clip features the very noble but gullible Power Girl suffering alarming indignities at the hands of the ultra-busty, nefarious Batlady (!!)

Other installments of the XXX Power Girl saga include evil-doing and sodomy inflicted by the freakishly sadistic, perverted (but very well-endowed) UK Catwoman. Her brand of torment is nearly equalled by that of dark Satana who plots her own defilement of the fairhaired Power Girl.

If Power Girl ever had the self-restraint and emotional maturity to ignore the hot bodies, big boobs, and physical charms of her enemies the world would be a more peaceful place.

Maybe she should strap on her Supersuit a little tighter to prevent herself from falling prey to the endless array of bodacious, cunning villainesses trolling through her neighborhood...

-- XXOO Tanya

A few hours ago I learned that my friend Jim Holliday has passed away. Jim was a well-known director for VCA Pictures and had made his career in adult videos since the early seventies. I have many significant memories of being on Jim's sets which were referred to by many as "Jimmyland." Jim was a friend who would chat for hours on the phone with me, usually late at night. Topics ranged from sports, betting, porn, music, the vagaries of life, and often back to sports and betting. Having played football at the University of Ohio Jim still liked to get a little "action" in on sports, particularly football. Before Jim I had not even know what a "point spread" was.

Jim loved the desert and in recent years most of his shoots had taken place, at least in part, in an isolated set out in the Mojave Desert. I was a part of each one of those shoots and I shared his appreciation of the desert and the desert winds. By coincidence, or maybe not, I am booked for a shoot at that very same isolated set in the Mojave Desert this weekend.

Last week on the Playhouse bulletin board I discussed my plans to retire from shooting for anything other than my own website. No sooner than I had made my decision to do so than I was asked to be a part of a really interesting project out in the Mojave. I chose to do what Jim had always counselled me to do: work selectively and pick only the best opportunities.

This weekend I will be in the blustery, desolate Mojave shooting what I suspect will be one of the more memorable videos of my career, and undoubtedly feeling Jim's spirit out there amidst the howling winds, gravelly sand, and spindly cacti.

May Jim rest in peace. The experiences of Jimmyland will dance in my mind forever.

-- XXOO Tanya

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Why don't I get along with people anymore? Lately I've been on a real anger rampage. It would seem disingenuous for me to pretend that it's all the other people who have problems and none of it is my fault. But that is how it seems to me. Really. Maybe I was just way too nice for way too long and all the resentment started to bubble up within me recently. Still, even the pent-up aggression of a lifetime will not compel me to risk the liability of hitting somebody first. I really wanted to punch Coral in the nose when she was behaving like an imbecile at a fake wrestling shoot we were at. She was being a little too vigorous in her following of the script with the predetermined outcome and I very much desired to pound it into her head that we were only acting and not really wrestling. Instead of pounding it into her head I just spit in her face. That got her going and she landed the first blow! When all was said and done only one of us could continue the shoot. The shocked cameraman just continued snapping photos of the last woman standing. Please check inside my Playhouse for photo evidence of the incident.

-- XXOO Tanya

BIG BOOBS and BRASH TALK inside www.jackoffland.com !!!

Who says two busty blondes can't be best friends? Jon, the chef at
the club I dance at, said that. I told him to go make a sandwich.
Carolyn Monroe and I had been best friends for the past 2 weeks and
nothing was ever going to change that. To prove our point she and I
continued to parade around in coordinating outfits all month long
even when we took our snack break. Smug with satisfaction she and I
would also order matching lunches from Jon: leafy green salads with
no dressing and lemon wedges on the side. That went on until
last week when Jon eyed my midsection, told me I was a porker, and
informed me that my diet wasn't working. Carolyn should have been
ready to kill him for that, but instead she started laughing! I
couldn't give Jon the satisfaction of seeing us fight right in front
of him so I grabbed her by one of her giant tits and dragged her into
the storage room out in back of the club.....

Please check out the violence-packed photos inside
www.jackoffland.com to see just who came out on top in our heated
battle.

-- XXOO Tanya

November has been a month of action here. Please check inside my Playhouse to find evidence of crushing violence directed at a young, naive wanna-be cheerleader.....(it's always those pesky cheerleaders):

British soccer is one of my all-consuming passions, nevermind that it's not called soccer over there. Everton is the team I live and breathe for. The regal blue of the Everton jersey is the color of glory. It is the hue of dignity. The shade of honor. Imagine my horror and disgust at discovering my nemesis Summer decked out in a CHEERLEADER'S UNIFORM of Everton colors!!! Was she CRAZY?! She really thought she was going to accompany me to the pub at 3AM to watch Everton on the big screen while they were playing across the Atlantic. Of course I was already wearing my official Everton kit and I felt it was my call of duty to squelch her tawdry hopes..

-- XXOO Tanya

Happy Thanksgiving!!

As always, my thoughts and prayers are with our brave troops fighting in the Middle East. God Bless all of you.

-- XXOO Tanya

Good evening,

I had lots of fun today at the Glamourcon Convention in Los Angeles and will bethere again tomorrow at the booth of www.xoticempire.com .Please stop by if you can!

-- XXOO Tanya

Good evening,

This weekend I will be at the Glamourcon convention in Los Angeles on both Saturday and Sunday. I hope to see some of you there. Information for the event is at http://glamourcon.com/ !

-- XXOO Tanya

BEAVERS MAKE BIG-BUCKS DAM


GREENSBURG, La. - These eager beavers had a whole new slant on money laundering.
A bag of bills stolen from a casino was snapped up by beavers who wove thousands of dollars in soggy currency into the sticks and brush of their dam on a creek in eastern Louisiana.
“They hadn’t torn the bills up. They were still whole,” said Maj. Michael Martin of the East Feliciana Parish sheriff’s office.
The money was part of $70,000 to $75,000 taken last week from the Lucky Dollar Casino in Greensburg.
St. Helena Parish deputies searched for the money for days until a lawyer, hoping to make a deal with prosecutors for a client, called and said the money had been discarded in the creek, Police Chief Ronald Harrell said.
Officers searched the creek during the weekend, finding one money bag right away and spotting a second downstream against the beaver dam.
The third bag of cash couldn’t be found, Martin said, so deputies started breaking down the beaver dam to drain the pond it was holding. That was when they saw the dam’s expensive decoration. They eventually found the missing bag, which the beavers hadn’t completely emptied.
“The casino people were elated” to get the money back, even if some of it was wet, Harrell said.
Altogether, deputies found about $40,000, and they expect to find the rest in a safety deposit box at a bank in Mississippi, authorities said.

-- XXOO Tanya

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Inside THE BONDAGE ROOM:

Joey had an evil glint in his eye long before we began the ride up that mountain in Malibu. Fortunately it was a warm day, but I really had not appreciated being herded out of my house in nothing but my bikini bottoms and sandals. He had thrown a leather jacket at me and told me to put it on as he started up his bike. I knew better than to argue and had an inkling that I was in for a long afternoon. It took over 2 hours to ride to a crumbling house in a desolate location, but when we arrived I could not help but admire the panoramic view of the Pacific Ocean and all the beach cities at its shores. My sightseeing was cut short by the appearance of numerous other leather-clad bikers who must have been inside the house. Joey informed me that I was going to put on a "show." I thought he was just making fun of me, but I nervously began posing on the bike for one of the guys who pulled out a camera. I tried to joke around and asked him if these were for ransom photos. He grinned a nasty grin and asked: "Why? Do you really think someone is going to notice that you are missing?" Within minutes I found myself tied to that bike and my feeble protestations were cut off by a large red ballgag that was shoved roughly into my mouth. Terror gripped my heart. What were they going to do to me???

-- XXOO Tanya

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ATTENTION ATTENTION ATTENTION!!!

Many of you Playhouse members have had your accounts terminated in the past few weeks because iBill, my former payment processor here at tanyadanielle.com, is in extreme financial disarray. That is an understatement. There is surprisingly little information available regarding the implosion of iBill, and much of it seems to me to be either lies or just pure speculation.

Since the beginning of October I have watched my little online community here dwindle to less than half of its former size and the population continues to disappear. All Playhouse members who joined my site via iBill have had or will have their access abruptly terminated. All of you did receive or will receive the full 30 days of your last month of membership so no one will get ripped off. The termination of your Playhouse access occurred or will occur on the date you would have been rebilled for the next 30 days.

I want to send a heartfelt thanks to all of you displaced members who have rejoined via Verotel who is now handling all my payment processing. Thank you so much for your support and understanding!!

I am getting ready to send e-mails to all former and remaining iBill clients in this next week. Please know that all of you are very important to me and I sincerely hope to have you back as valued members despite this sad, frustrating, and unfortunate turn of events.

Many kisses,

Tanya

Hello,

I'm supposed to be studying, but instead I find myself aimlessly perusing the internet. I came across this:

Utah to Track Porn Found at Crime Scenes

Sun Oct 17, 6:56 PM ET

 U.S. National - AP


LOGAN, Utah - A sheriff's department in northern Utah is requiring deputies to begin documenting pornography found at crime scenes and during arrests.

 

Lt. Matt Bilodeau, spokesman for the Cache County Sheriff's Department, said that although no connection between legal porn viewing and criminal behavior has ever been proven, police have seen a steady increase in porn associated with crimes.


He likened the new tracking system to the approach police use with gang members.


"(Gangs) have certain clothes they wear, markings on their houses, tattoos," Bilodeau said. "Like gangs, people who use pornography have associated traits, and we'll define them so we can link them to crimes and pornography."


Dani Eyer, head of American Civil Liberties Union of Utah, compared the program to scouring a suspect's bookshelf and trying to create a criminal profile from the things that person reads.


"It's one thing to collect evidence to crimes, but it's another thing to link thought and association to crime," she said.

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Oh, COME ON!! Can I conduct a study of people with pornography in their homes who DON'T commit crimes??

Now that that is off my chest I'd like to ask that you please read the next post which discusses the current problems I'm experiencing with my former website payment processor iBill. The situation is still unresolved and we're trying to work through it. We are now using Verotel as our main payment processor for subscription billings. Thanks so much to all of you members displaced by iBill who have rejoined via Verotel!

Many kisses,

Tanya

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mass poisoning to boost ratings?

'Island of the Famous' No Paradise

Tue Sep 28,11:19 AM ET

 Oddly Enough - Reuters


ROME (Reuters) - It didn't take long for the celebrities on the "Island of the Famous," a popular reality show broadcast on Italian state television, to figure out that they hadn't found paradise.

 

First, Hurricane Jeanne crashed the party ravaging the tiny Caribbean island where the 12 famous personalities were due to compete in "Survivor"-style tests for top honors. The show's launch was delayed for 10 days.


Then on Monday, less than a week after the program kicked off, seven of the 12 stars were evacuated to a nearby hospital with food poisoning after eating nuts found on the beach.


Among those who needed treatment were former Italian soccer star Toto Schillaci and Indian-born actor Kabir Bedi, who has appeared in numerous soap operas including Dynasty and The Bold and the Beautiful.


"They should start getting better in the coming hours," said the program's Web Site.


However, a skeptical consumers' group asked if the mass poisoning wasn't actually a bid to boost ratings.


"Up to what point can the competition for audience share be played out at the cost of its contestants' wellbeing," Codacons said in a statement.

-- XXOO Tanya

Hello,

I am in the business center of a hotel on the outskirts of Baltimore. Normally I'd be writing this on the Playhouse bulletin board but I have very little privacy here and am not able to access the bulletin board at this moment without going through a few pages of the site here first. It would embarrass me to have one of the other internet accessors in here look over my shoulder and see me navigating through an adult site. It doesn't seem like the thing to do in the evening twilight on a Sunday in rural Maryland.

For the next few days I am accompanying one of my roommates who made abrupt plans to come home after receiving news of her grandmother's declining health. I'm here for moral support and to do battle with airline ticket agents, hotel receptionists, and employees of national car rental chains. I've been ready for action ever since we packed our bags yesterday and thus far we have encountered no problems whatsoever. They must have seen the look in my eye. Just kidding. All the logistics of our trip have gone so smoothly that I feel as if I'm in a different world. Oh, wait...I am. I'm not in L.A. anymore and people are generally polite and helpful here. At the very least they seem to be commited to living their lives and doing their jobs without subjecting their fellow humans to loads of unneccessary attitude and some type of obsessive need to call attention to themselves.

Today I had an epiphany. All the major cities in California, Nevada, and Arizona are very similar to each other in terms of their prevailing modes of conduct. It didn't used to be that way 10 years ago, but times change. To get away from the snotty, materialistic attitudes of the masses you need to travel farther away. It's been awhile since I've left that region and it's like a breath of fresh air being out here. My roommate and I caught the red-eye out of L.A. late last night and then rolled into our hotel here at 7AM. We were dressed like the homeless and speaking halfway incoherently and they obligingly allowed us to check in for our Sunday reservation at 7 in the morning for no extra charge. That would not have happened in L.A. Or in Vegas, or in Phoenix, or San Diego, or San Francisco. Or Oakland, for chrissakes.

Anyways, my roommate has visited extensively with the hospitalized grand matriarch of her clan and I've ordered an extensive amount of room service. Things are good here on the East Coast and my roommate feels that reports of her grandmother's failing health were far too alarmist. Still, she's very happy to have made the time to come out here. So am I. It's interesting to see her in the habitat she grew up in. I think I want to move here.

I hope everyone is doing well. Perhaps I'll sneak down here later to access the PLayhouse bulletin board..

Many kisses,

Tanya

Hello,

I have been sick all week. Today I'm starting to feel better. It really scares me to be ill for that long and start to fall behind with everything in my life. Particularly things like bills.

Yesterday's GORGEOUS XXX gallery with super-sexy Alexis Amore did just lift my spirits though!! Please check it out inside the Playhouse along with today's surprise update......

-- XXOO Tanya

Good evening,

I was just signing off inside the Playhouse this evening and happened to reread my post from this past Friday night. It seemed appropriate to re-post the same words out here on the front page as they do signal the end of an era in my small corner of the world. I want as many people as possible to share my pain. The post is in regards to the weathered little place that was my favorite hangout for many years. Alas, the gentrification process that has swept over most of Los Angeles County has now claimed the humble Mermaid as well. For decades the Mermaid was a refuge for the kir-sipping elderly in the South Bay, and also a bastion of hope for a variety of slovenly, hard-drinking types such as myself who populate these beach areas. Pamela Anderson could have sat in there all day completely naked without anyone trying to pick up on her. The place was just too downtrodden and stodgy to attract any of the singles scene.

Many of the elderly patrons and the bar staff were overtly hostile and extremely possessive of their territory. They fiercely resented the spillover crowds that would sometimes try to invade the Mermaid when the surrounding bars on the Hermosa Pier were filled to capacity. Years ago one of the bartenders informed one of my roommates that the Mermaid did not accept a US Passport as valid identification, refused to serve him, and told him to get the fuck out. That's when I grew to love the place. Those old codgers behind the bar had no fear of customers who were under 60. They just wanted the young punks to stay out of there. I was right there with them in spirit every time they snatched too much money out of a youthful customer's hand and refused to make change. Or served them full-priced drinks with ice, mixers, and none of the requested alcohol in them. They would even add insult to injury by putting salt around the rim of a margarita that contained no alcohol whatsoever. I suffered a few indignities in there myself early on, but I grew to feel pretty comfortable in the place because I dressed like the homeless, drank my vodka both straight and quietly, and plied the staff with generous tips. I know how to be respectful of my elders.

A few years ago I was in there watching some big sporting event,(maybe the Super Bowl?), and the singer from Creed or something was singing during the halftime show while wearing one of the team's jerseys. A voice rang out in the dark bar: "Willie Nelson wouldn'ta put that DAMN jersey on." The room remained silent as the scattered patrons stared at the TV and pondered the crass commercialism of the spectacle. Then the Creed guy was replaced by some other well-known performers, (I can't remember who), who began singing a version of some song that was popular that year. There was a palpable sense of disenchantment in the room and finally one of the ancient patrons belted out: "WHATEVER HAPPENED TO "GOD BLESS AMERICA?" We all drank to that although no one uttered a word in response. It was that type of tacit camaraderie that gave the place its character.

Now things have changed. Over the past year the shift in clientele started becoming too startling to ignore. I went for a good 10 months or so trying to delude myself into believing it wasn't really happening, but these are the words I wrote when I came home from the Mermaid on Friday night (or was it Saturday morning-hehe..):


Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2004 6:44 am    Post subject:
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.....I'm very sad to report that my former favorite bar now sucks. The Mermaid in Hermosa Beach has now become trendy. I can't stand it. How does a place become socially desirable for the masses after 50+ years of catering to the elderly? Very depressing. I've always enjoyed little dive bars, particularly those that cater to the older set. Today I had 1 drink at the Mermaid and had to leave. The place has slowly but surely been becoming more popular and tonight there was even a doorman at the door. A cleanshaven young one who uses steroids. I write all this with a heavy heart because for so many years I've gone there to hobnob with the senior citizens and watch the spillover crowd from the "cool" bars on the Hermosa Beach Pier pop their heads in the door, sneer, and leave. Now they come in to the Mermaid and stay to hang out with their friends. This is like writing an obituary.

Fortunately I've located another neighborhood bar that is only frequented by locals. It's in a different town and you can only get in there through the back alley. They had a Labor Day bash on Monday which they advertised with signs above the liquor bottles behind the bar. Almost no one showed up. The owner's daughter had made homemade enchiladas and salsa and it was wonderful. I'm sad to report that 2 friends of mine went in there at some point during the day because I told them there was free food. They ordered 1 Coke, ate the free food, and left. One of them mentioned that they were friends of mine. I feel that they should be permanently barred from the premises and I know that I'm lucky that I'm not. The place actually has a very loyal following of regulars. I have not yet been accepted, but I'm positive that I can drink enough to at least make the all-female staff of bartenders like me.

I'll sign off now, but I can't help but despair a little bit over the loss of the Mermaid...
_________________
Many kisses,

Tanya "


So, there it is. I've been sitting here writing this for 45 minutes for some reason. I needed to convey my memories of the Mermaid before they started to fade into oblivion. If only I'd done that for the Tap 'n Cap. I won't get into it now, but longtime residents of West Los Angeles may remember that now-defunct tavern that was on National Boulevard. 3 barstools and a lopsided pool table. My new favorite hangout shall remain nameless because I don't even know the name. If there ever was a sign outside the place it has long since disintegrated. It happens to be next to a decrepit building that looks like it houses something akin to a back-alley abortion clinic. I only say that because that was my first reaction to it 2 years ago when I first went by it. Either I was driving or jogging, but I can't remember now. The seediness of the bar and the neighboring business attracted my attention, but it took me 2 years to actually set foot in either place. (Usually dodgy locales like that draw me in like a magnet.) There are a lot of nervous, foreign-born women who disappear into the crumbling address next to the bar and I don't know what's going on in there. I feel reasonably confident that that weirdness alone is enough to dissuade the average person from ever coming into my new favorite place to get a drink. The elderly contingent does not seem to frequent the new hangout, but everyone there seems a bit similar in nature to the former patrons of the Mermaid. They all have an appreciation for the regenerative cycle in life: sometimes something is so bad that it's good.

-- XXOO Tanya

There was an occasion in the past when Francesca Le came to my house and criticized my home decorating. I thought that she displayed a ruthless disregard for both my hospitality and my feelings. As a matter of fact that episode occurred this past May and the events of the evening are duly recorded in my Playhouse update of 6/1/04 with plenty of photographic evidence. Adding injury to insult Francesca proved to be the better woman on that day when she kicked my ass. I was humiliated but my spirit was not defeated. I knew that someday I would even the score. I vowed to train harder, be stronger, go to the gym religiously, and take martial arts classes so that she would have no chance against me in our next battle because there WOULD be a next battle. Months passed by and I did little else besides dance in a bar, drink vodka, and go to the occasional photo shoot. Undaunted by my own lack of self-discipline I decided that I would still reclaim my street credibility and challenge Francesca on her own turf. With a bandanna covering most of my face and a cap pulled down low on my brow I broke into her home at 4AM last week. Please check inside the Playhouse to see the outcome of THIS battle...........

-- XXOO Tanya

Good evening,

If you are a member of my Playhouse then you know all about Everton. Well, maybe not all, but you know much more than the average non-Brit.

Please check out my new favorite website:

http://sports.groups.yahoo.com/group/evertonianbabes/

-- XXOO Tanya

Good morning,

I am now almost recovered from the excesses of the holiday weekend, only because I limited myself to one drink yesterday. Hope everyone here in the US had a happy, safe Labor Day!

-- XXOO Tanya

DESPERATE FOR ATTENTION AND EAGER TO PLEASE

What school is that bimbo-ish blonde cheerleader from Wednesday's JackOffLand.com update representing anyways? Isn't it an ethics violation at her university to use the pom-pons in such a manner? Or for her to be inviting the coach and the whole football tem to watch the "After Game Show"? Women like that are a discredit to all the other moronic pom-pon wavers who ply their craft at the college level. She's probably a friend of Summer's, the other dopey cheerleader who had the crap beaten out of her in the 8/3/04 Playhouse update..

-- XXOO Tanya

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Inside THE BONDAGE ROOM:

I've never cared for artsy types who take themselves too seriously. They have a built-in rebuttal for anyone who does not admire their work. One photographer told me I was "too redneck" to appreciate his self-masturbatory documentary about himself, his life, and his art. I laughed and told him that I was glad of it if that was indeed the case. He continued to hire me for years afterwards and would alternate between flattery and insults during my posing sessions to try and throw me off balance emotionally. It never worked and I think he knew my mind was always on the clock as I posed patiently for his endless photos and listened and responded to his chatter. He grew to both hate me and respect me more and more. One year he asked if I would be a live model at a "performance" that he was staging. It was a nighttime event attended by other people who were remarkably similar to himself. The kind of people I never have to see unless I'm paid to work with them or for them. At the beginning of the show he had his photo assistant blindfold me and begin tying me up with coarse rope. I wore nothing but a red satin corset, black panties, and high-heeled black pumps. The photographer began shooting me in front of his audience and interspersed his picture-taking with a loud soliloquy about the vulnerability and desperation of the nude model who would do anything for money. Later his assistant made various changes such as inserting a ballgag into my mouth, removing my blindfold, and forcibly altering my pose. With each repositioning the lighting would change and more picture-taking and monologue-delivering would ensue.

Afterwards I noticed that the small crowd seemed enthralled by the performance. I collected my $500 and went home. I knew the photographer had intended to debase me during the course of the evening. He was out $500. Some of his photos are on display inside the Bondage Room in last Saturday's Playhouse update.

-- XXOO Tanya

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Right off the bat no one is going to like a superheroine who calls herself "MegaBabe." The natural instinct of most of the population is to hope that she gets the shit kicked out of her. Perhaps that's why she later changed her name to "Power Girl," a moniker which is at least a bit less sickening and self-indulgent. In any case it was during her vainglorious MegaBabe phase that this busty blonde superheroine encountered gorgeous, raven-haired villainness Satana. Will MegaBabe be forced to renounce her excessive vanity in order to combat the evil force of the dark-haired temptress? Installments 1 & 2 of their vicious 6 part battle are now playing inside the Playhouse......

-- XXOO Tanya

Good evening,

Here are some thoughts my friend Rayne shared with me today via e-mail:


"I am passing this on to you because it has definitely worked for me...and as
we start this fall we all could use a little serenity.
By following the simple advice I read in an article, I have finally found
inner peace.
The article read: "The way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the
things you've started."
So I looked around the house to see all the things I started and
hadn't finished....and before leaving the house this morning I finished off
a bottle of red wine, a bottle of white wine, the Bailey's, some Kahlua and
WildTurkey, the Prozac, some valium, some cheesecake and a box of
chocolates.
You have no idea how freaking good I feel....You may pass this on to
those you feel are in need of Inner Peace."

-- XXOO Tanya

Good evening,

Do you like blondes with huge boobs? Then you will LOVE today's update with bodacious, platinum-haired Zoe and her male friend! Zoe looks quite a bit like dead porn star Savannah who I always thought was REALLY hot.

-- XXOO Tanya

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Good evening,

I have been on hiatus from the Playhouse for the past few days because I've been studying for an exam. Which I should be doing right now.

Of course Joanne the great webmaster here has been updating every day with new galleries and videos. (Just check out the brand new, EXCLUSIVE video of ULTRA-HOT Lonnie!!!!)

Upon my return to the Playhouse bulletin board today I got caught up on several day's worth of gambling degeneracy-hehe...and again admired GORGEOUS Lonnie!

-- XXOO Tanya

Good evening,

Violet Blue is REALLY, REALLY SUPER HOT in the Playhouse tonight!!!!

-- XXOO Tanya

Good evening,

Of all places, Jasae and I first encountered each other at a bondage shoot. Turns out we both dance, do bondage, and have wrestled for some of the same companies. When the subject of wrestling came up Jasae arched an eyebrow and asked me if I THOUGHT I was a wrestler. She placed heavy emphasis on the word "thought" and made it clear that she didn't think I was one. She pointed out that not every woman who steps into a wrestling ring can necessarily be considered a wrestler. I pointed out that not every woman who adopts a one-word name out of a misguided sense of self-importance is necessarily given the same regard as Cher or Madonna. That did it. Only one of us left the aborted bondage shoot victorious that day. Please check inside the Playhouse to find out who it was...

-- XXOO Tanya

Inside THE BONDAGE ROOM:

I began my story of the red rope last week. For the longest time the photographers who had lured me to the location under false pretenses kept snapping pictures of me with a gag in my mouth and my arms bound behind my back. They had made something of an effort to tie the red rope in an intricate pattern around my breasts. At moments I would consider trying to run for the door, but I knew I would never make it past the two of them. After a long while one of them approached me with even more red rope and secured a length of it between my legs which was connected to the ropes across my breasts and the ones binding my hands together behind my back. Then he proceeded to tie my legs together. In the end he left me in what I would describe as a version of a police hog tie with ropes instead of metal cuffs. The two men then continued their silent picture-taking. After a while they were gone and I was left alone in that isolated room. I began to struggle to free myself from the ropes, and to make any type of noise that someone, anyone could hear. It was all to no avail and eventually I passed out. At some point later on one of them must have returned for me because I woke up in the backseat of my own car clad only in the black mesh dress and shiny black pumps. The red ropes were gone.

-- XXOO Tanya

Good morning,

I've refrained from revealing the story behind this past Tuesday's catfight gallery featuring Jewell and myself because the memory still smarts. I had walked into my own bedroom only to discover Jewell lying on MY bed wearing MY lingerie and pleasuring herself with a large fake cock. Immediately I felt guilty because I realized I had been neglecting her recently and she must just be trying to get my attention. I began uttering sincere apologies for not having been more attentive to her sexual needs over the past few weeks and I gently removed the dildo from her hand. To my shock and indignation I noticed her eyes follow the fake cock with longing as I took it away from her. As I continued speaking she waved off my comments and made an imploring gesture towards the vibrating piece of plastic so I'd give it back to her! I gave it back to her, all right. Yes sir, this new gallery in the Playhouse is a revolting photo chronology of me cramming that dick down Jewell's throat and attempting to shove it up her asshole. I'll give her credit for fighting back hard.......

-- XXOO Tanya

Good evening,

I was just contacted by Straddle Productions, for whom I've shot a number of wrestling matches, and was told that they have posted their interview with me in their "Interview" section at www.straddleproductions.com. Please check it out! You can also browse through their stellar collection of fem vs. fem wrestling and mixed wrestling videos and DVDs for sale. In the past year I have wrestled Taylor St. Claire, Holly, and Alana Evans in matches for Straddle.

New in my archive site www.jackoffland.com today is the third installment of my "Foxy Boxing" video series. No actual fighting in it, but if memory serves I was oiling up, getting naked, talking dirty, and wearing some pseudo boxing apparel inside a wrestling ring. I suppose I could watch it, but I feel in my soul that it must be inherently unhealthy to watch naked videos of oneself. My life is already a bit circumscribed in that I go to work and do naked stuff every day and then I have to engage in some self-promotion to keep the jobs rolling in and my site humming along when I get home. I get very sick of myself. The other day I had new business cards made for both the sites here and I used photos of Sky Lopez and Mason Marconi which I had licensed because I can't stand to hand out cards with photos of myself anymore. Both Sky and Mason appear on my sites and are extremely beautiful. I brought a stack of cards to the bar I dance at and people kept asking me if the photo of Sky was actually a photo of me taken years ago. Not quite sure how to react to that, but I'm glad I could be mistaken for Sky at all.

That aside, please remember that all NEW members joining the Playhouse on my main site here receive a FREE MONTH OF ACCESS to www.jackoffland.com when they join the Playhouse!

-- XXOO Tanya

Good evening,

There are 2 EXCITING NEW ANNOUNCEMENTS on the Playhouse bulletin board this evening!!!!

Please also check out the brand new "Gothic Lavender" gallery shot by Gucci Lamour!

-- XXOO Tanya

Inside THE BONDAGE ROOM:

I knew something was wrong when I arrived at the location and the set was so spartan that the bed being used was just a mattress on a platform with no box spring. The single sheet on the mattress did not even really cover the mattress and was riding up on the side. Some off-white curtains hid a mirror behind the bed. There really was not even any pretense being made that this was going to be a shoot for the particular magazine I had thought.

The reason I stayed was because I was afraid to leave. It seemed better to just play along as if I was unsuspecting. Maybe if I just did what they said I would not get hurt. They obviously needed the photos for something very specific so I just maintained the pretense that I thought everything was fine. First there was a gag and then there was the red rope they began to tie me with. There is much more to the story but I'll tell you later. For now you can experience some of what I felt when you visit my Bondage Room inside the Playhouse.

-- XXOO Tanya

Good evening (morning?),

New galleries have been added to both the Playhouse here and www.jackoffland.com over the weekend. I've had a busy weekend shooting with a certain Devin and a certain Alexis over the past few days...please check the Playhouse bulletin board for details!

-- XXOO Tanya

Good evening,

I had a great day shooting with Summer Cummings of www.summerc.com ! Please check the Playhouse bulletin board to read about our erotic/painful (!) activities today...............

There is also a new naked stretching video in the Playhouse for those of you who enjoy nude, flexibile women.

Have a great night!

-- XXOO Tanya

Good evening,

Please check on the Playhouse bulletin board to hear me tell what sexy, exotic stuff I've been shooting and will be shooting for the Playhouse this week!!

Just added today is a scorching new XXX boy/girl gallery featuring awesome Terri Summers who receives a hot, white load of cum all over her.............

-- XXOO Tanya

Good evening,

My friend Brian just sent me this story. Perhaps it will make you vomit too:



Dental Shocker

Claim dentist injected sperm into mouths of female patients

JULY 26--Five out of five dentists surveyed would find this story
vile. A North Carolina man suspected of injecting semen into the
mouths of six female patients is this week facing an administrative
hearing that could result in his license being yanked. According to
the below notice served on Dr. John Hall, the 41-year-old doc once
told a patient who was bleeding that, "he was going to put something
in her mouth that would taste funny, but would stop the bleeding."
Hall then allegedly used a syringe to inject semen into her mouth and
told her she could "swallow it," investigators charge. Another woman
told Hall the substance he was about to shoot into her mouth "smelled
like sperm." While four other women all have similar stories, a
seventh patient alleged that Hall jumped on her while she was in his
dental chair and began to "gyrate against her lower body in a sexual
manner." The State Board of Dental Examiners initially suspended
Hall's license, but reinstated him earlier this year on the condition
that he not be alone with female patients. Several law enforcement
agencies are probing Hall, who has maintained his innocence in the
North Carolina administrative proceedings.

-- XXOO Tanya

Good afternoon,

Today's update to my archive site www.jackoffland.com is an erotic boxing clip. I did not know that Joanne (the great webmaster here) was going to put that up today, but it is somewhat apropos as the sport of boxing has consumed much of my last 24 hours after my friend got knocked unconscious while sparring yesterday. The whole story is on the Playhouse bulletin board today..along with what is fast becoming a daily dose of gambling degeneracy.

-- XXOO Tanya

Good afternoon,

Cheerleaders bug me. Most of them are women and instead of using their abilities to play sports they opt to stand on the sidelines cheering on a bunch of men. I'd understand if they got paid for it, but they don't. Imagine my frustration at having one especially nubile young lady interrupt my soccer practice at the local community college where I coach intramural sports. Summer was bouncing around in her little skirt and waving her pom-pons in the air while I was putting my team through some serious drills. When she picked up my megaphone and started calling out cheers I almost throttled her right there on the field. Fortunately my good sense caught up with me before I did it in front of any witnesses. I wisely opted to obtain her personal information from the college's computer database and then hid every night behind a tree in her backyard for three weeks until I found the perfect moment and confronted her in her own bedroom. Unbelievably the little twat was still wearing her cheerleader uniform at three o'clock in the morning. Even more surprisingly she turned out to be very feisty and resourceful in the heat of battle. That brings me right back to my original premise that most of these pom-pon wavers are squandering their real talents when they waste their time practicing song and dance routines. Please check inside the Playhouse to see Summer and me hashing out our philosophical differences.

-- XXOO Tanya

Good evening,

I have returned from my weekend in Central California after having seen lots of agriculture, oil rigs, correctional facilities, new housing developments, and my friend's family who migrated there from Back East. Since I was just along for the ride I recorded some of the trip on my video camera. I'm sure my travelogue commentary is less than compelling, but there are instances of female nudity in my footage so it is at least somewhat worthwhile.

Gambling degeneracy seems to be the topic of choice on the Playhouse bulletin board this evening so please come on in to the Playhouse and chip in your two cents. There is a brand new "Pink Playgirl" photo gallery in there as well.

-- XXOO Tanya