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

Nude Paradise

Fitness Runway - Showcase Of The Hottest Fitness & Bikini Models, Photo Galleries, Portfolios & Much More!

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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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-- XXOO Tanya

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,

Check out a free preview of today's vicious catfight between me & Jewell Marceau at my catfight preview site www.Headlock.us !


-- 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..


There's also a 100% FREE photo preview of this and other battles at www.headlock.us !


-- 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

P.S. Come see a 100% FREE preview of our grease-fueled rage at www.ultimateindignity.com !

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.


* There's also a FREE photo preview of this gritty brawl at my
100% FREE catfight preview site www.UltimateIndignity.com !


-- 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..

(FREE PHOTO PREVIEW at www.ultimateindignity.com !)

-- 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 !