New gallery of Barocca!

I just added a hot gallery of Barocca to my Girlfriends section. Join TanyaDanielle.com to see Barocca and hundreds and hundreds of my other beautiful, busty girlfriends now!


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I love Silvia

Click here for an amazing new gallery of Silvia!


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Memories... and more!

Remember the good 'ol magazine days? The photos above were shot for a men's magazine back when few people even had dial-up Internet access in their homes and magazines were still a popular source for photos of naked chicks. Seems like a long time ago!

Here are some recent updates:

Click here for a preview of Ms. Confederate vs. the Pagan Priestess starring Mercedes Ashley.

Click here for a preview of Ms. MILF Works the Toy Convention.

Click here for a preview of Power Woman vs. Selena starring Kianna Dior.

Click here for sexy video clips of Adrianna Deville.



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"Big Wet Tits 6" now playing at TanyaDanielle.com

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Goldie Blair, Silvia Saint & Shay Sights

Click here for a preview of an awesome XXX gallery featuring Shay Sights and Miles Long.

Click here for a preview of the Goldie Blair Frozen! series at DeviantDownloads.com.

Click here for free video clips of amazing Silvia Saint.


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Francesca Le, Ashley Renee, Stacy Burke, and more!

Click here for a preview of Remote Control Robot.

Click here for a preview of Secret Agents starring Francesca Le.

Click here for a preview of Classic Catfighting #1 starring Ashley Renee.

Click here for a preview of The Biggest Trick starring Stacy Burke.


Have a great Friday!


XO Tanya




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Mercedes Ashley, Audrey Bitoni, Kianna Dior, Victoria Valentino, and more!

Click here for a preview of Assignation with a Senator starring Mercedes Ashley.

Click here for a preview of Slimed by an Alien.

Click here for a preview of Knife Fight! starring Kianna Dior.

Click here for awesome galleries of amazing Victoria Valentino.

Click here for a preview of my new gallery of Audrey Bitoni at TanyaDanielle.com.


Have a great Monday!


XO Tanya




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Mercedes Ashley, Carolyn Monroe, Audrey Bitoni, Sana Fey & more!

Click here for a preview of a rare photo gallery featuring Carolyn Monroe and Sana Fey.

Click here for a preview of Burning Desires starring Summer Cummings, Skye Blue, and Kaitlyn Ashley.

Click here for a preview of Mortgage Meltdown starring Goldie Blair.


Enjoy!


XO Tanya




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New Updates!

Click here for a preview of Belly Punching Blowout starring Mercedes Ashley.

Click here for a preview of Tied Tickled Fucked which is now playing at the Bondage Slave Theatre inside TanyaDanielle.com.

Click here for a preview of The Key starring Francesca Le.


Have a great Saturday!


XO Tanya




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New video previews!

Click here to see all the new video previews at DeviantDownloads.com. Click on each photo on the page to see a preview of that particular video.

Click here to see all the new video previews at CustomVideoTheatre.com.

Click here to see a preview of the new Red Mesh gallery that I have added to FantasyImageStore.com.

Click here for a preview of an awesome new DVD starring MMA fighter Frank Trigg.


Have a great weekend!


XO Tanya




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Memorial Day

Greetings on Memorial Day. Hopefully our soldiers will return home soon. I, along with the rest of the US, salute you for your valor. God Bless those who died serving our country.


XO Tanya



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New updates!

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My favorite models!

Hot models and free videos:

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Monday's Updates

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Big Boob Bonanza

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New streaming video theatre at TanyaDanielle.com!

Big news!

I just added the Cat Scratch Fever streaming video theatre to the members' area at TanyaDanielle.com! Members can now watch 4-5 full-length catfight movies each month. The selection of videos will change on a monthly basis. Join now to see these exciting choices for the month of May:

Rotten to the Core - Part 2 starring me and Devon Michaels

Clothes Make a Woman starring Barocca and Lacey Legends

Mixed Wrestling Mayhem starring Monkey boy and British bruisers Queen Kat and Mistress Purple

Erotic Wrestling from Joan Wise Productions


Don't miss out - join now to see all these movies along with the massive amount of catfight content in my members' area!


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TanyaDanielle.com is back!

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Late Night Updates

Am I the only one sitting at home on this Saturday night? Here are a few links for your late night enjoyment:

Click here for a preview of my new bondage video Victim of Circumstance.

Silvia Saint is so beautiful(see above pic). Click here for some amazing videos of her. And click here to see Silvia with brunette stunner Isabella Camille.

Remember when the hair was big and everyone was blonde? Click here to watch clips from the Heavy Metal era.


XO Tanya






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Friday's Updates

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Glossary of Terms

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Updates for Wednesday

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Click here to see a preview of Boob Fight! starring Summer Cummings!

Click here to watch the ultimate white boy humiliator in action!

Click here to get a free streaming movie.


Hope you're having a great Wednesday!


- XO Tanya




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Tuesday's Updates

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The photos above are from Full Maid Service starring me and Stacy Burke. Click here for a preview. Obviously someone was making me laugh during the shooting of the video. I look like I'm grabbing the gearshift of a Ferrari while out joyriding.

Click here for my recent updates to MyFreeXXXClips.com.

Click here to watch a clip of world-class female grapplers Megumi Fujii and Michele Mills.


Have a great Tuesday!


- XO Tanya






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Monday's Updates

Click here for a preview of The Tragic Demise of Power Woman.

Click here for more than you ever wanted to know.

Click here for more eighties porn with regenerative hairstyles (they are so bad that they are good.)


Happy Monday!



- XO Tanya







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To be posted VERY LOW on the refrigerator door - pet nose height.

Hehe.. I received the following in an e-mail from my friend Tim this morning:

Dear Dogs and Cats:

The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge e and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years --canine or feline attendance is not required.

The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough!

To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:

To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets:

1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. That's why they call it 'fur' niture.
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, they are an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.

Remember: Dogs and cats are better than kids because they:
1. Eat less
2. Don't ask for money all the time
3 Are easier to train
4. Normally come when called
5. Never ask to drive the car
6. Don't hang out with drug-using friends
7. Don't smoke or drink
8. Don't have to buy the latest fashions
9. Don't want to wear your clothes
10. Don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and...
11. If they get pregnant, you can sell their children!! (But you shouldn't. All of us should avoid contributing to pet overpopulation. Spay or neuter your pets.)



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Friday's Updates

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Thursday's Updates

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Wednesday's Updates

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Recent Updates

* Click here for my message to all members of TanyaDanielle.com. Please feel free to leave a comment - I am here to answer you. *


Click here to see my Weekend Special.

Click here for a preview of Forced Ass-ent starring Jewell Marceau.

Click here for a preview of Tickle Treachery starring Jewell Marceau.

Click here for a preview of Hot Under the Collar starring Kianna Dior.


Hope you're having a great Sunday!


- XO Tanya










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Happy New Year!!

Jewell Marceau has never been to The Harbor Room in Playa del Rey, CA so she does not know the scene there. I told her that the average age of the patrons is about seventy years of age but she must have thought I was kidding or exaggerating or something. I'm not prone to hyperbole when I'm dicussing the places where I go to drink. Recently I was in there chatting with a man in his forties who told me that he identifies himself around town as "the youngest guy who goes to The Harbor Room." My gaze had travelled around the tiny, wood-panelled bar while I surveyed the assorted customers and nodded my appreciation for his chosen moniker. I always feel like a teenager when I walk in that place, but that's not why I go there. On another occasion a different patron had asked me why I frequent The Harbor Room. He had posed the question in a mild, offhand manner but I could tell that he was really interested in hearing my answer. I remember turning my head and gazing towards nothing while I said:

"I just like to go places where I can drink a lot and nobody looks at me strangely."

I had punctuated my words with an inane giggle, but the man's expression had turned serious and he had immediately responded:

"This is a good place for that."

I think he may have repeated the sentiment a second time with the same tone of flat certainty/reassurance. Or maybe it had just resounded within my head again. In any case, we had both continued our descent into a mellow, alcoholic haze in companionable silence. It takes one to know one.

Jewell would not enjoy The Harbor Room so I never brought her there with me. Last week I mentioned that one of their bartenders had asked me for ID when I'd stumbled in off the beach around midnight. It struck me as funny since I knew exactly why it had happened. Often older people lose their ability to discern the ages of younger generations. I occasionally have that problem myself. People have kids and I can't tell if their child is 12 or 18. Seriously. That's just how it goes. That night I had handed the bartender my ID while a woman at the bar said:

"Well it certainly is nice to be asked, isn't it?"

I had responded uncomfortably with a brief, idiotic giggle which is generally what my stupid self does when I don't know what to say. An elderly man to my right had observed me for a moment before commenting:

"Just enjoy it, sweetheart. The years go fast. They go real fast. Enjoy it while you can."

I could tell that he meant it. He really meant it. I had paid for my vodka and headed towards the back of the miniscule establishment. The elderly man, the woman, and her friend were the only other patrons in the place. I had listened to their conversations as I stared into my vodka and kept my back to the rest of the room. No one had cared what I was doing or perceived my posture as being unfriendly. I may have been forty years younger than any of them, but I had the soul of an old drunk and they could tell that I was not there to actively socialize.

Jewell rolled her eyes when I recreated the whole scene for her at our recent shoot in Mike Raffone's studio. She could not have more thoroughly misunderstood my story if she had been trying. Maybe she was trying. She said:

"What? Why are you telling me this? Are you trying to brag that you still get carded when you go to bars?"

I stared back at her, the levity of my mood quickly vanishing. Just a moment earlier I had felt happy and upbeat. Now here she was trying to twist my words around on me. Lately I've lost patience for people who do that. It's like they are just waiting for an opportunity to slap you down. Over nothing. Maybe I was overreacting but I turned a steely gaze on her pretty face and hissed:

"Look here, you dumb cunt, that's not what I was trying to convey to you. I was trying to tell you about the place, the patrons, how different it is from other bars, how mellow it is, how old everyone is, how.."

As it turned out Jewell probably never heard anything after the "dumb cunt" reference because she tackled me to the ground in such a fit of monstrous rage that I found myself restrained inside a straitjacket just mere moments later. How did she do that?? Of course I noticed Mike Raffone gleefully snapping photos from across the room long after I was incapacitated and could do nothing about it. Suffice it to say that he captured every gross indignity that I suffered at Jewell's hands that afternoon: the straitjacket, the leather straps, the wooden paddle, the gigantic ballgag, the probing hands..

Someday I really am going to end up in an insane asylum.

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- XXOO Tanya

Merry Christmas to all!!

- XXOO Tanya

At some point in 2004 I had driven for an hour behind a car with a bumper sticker bearing the text: "What if the hokey-pokey really is what it's all about?" The sticker tormented me. It still does. The hokey-pokey has become a recurrent theme in my life. In June, 2006 my friend Tyson and I went to Hooter's Restaurant in West Covina, CA where, inexplicably, our waitress had tried to coerce us into performing the hokey-pokey dance for the other patrons in the establishment. We declined to do so and later in the day had ended up driving to our friend Raul's office where we mentioned the whole episode. He listened to our story without comment and then asked:

"You mean the hokey-pokey dance?"

"Yeah. Do you believe that?" I said with an incredulous smile. "I don't know how to do the hokey-pokey, but nevermind that. Why would she even ask us?"

Raul shrugged without appropriate puzzlement and said:

"Hayden Frye used to make the Iowa football team dance the hokey-pokey before each game."

"He was the coach of the team?" Tyson asked.

Raul nodded his head and went on to haphazardly elaborate on the subject as he punched information into his computer regarding whatever he was doing. Evidently the University of Iowa used to have a Division 1 football team who were perennial non-contenders until Hayden Frye became the head coach. He turned the program around and achieved legendary status for his coaching prowess while also raising some eyebrows with the peculiar pyschological tactics he used to rally his team. According to Raul the whole team danced the hokey-pokey in their locker room before each game.

So that was that.Our conversation turned and I was left to ponder the hokey-pokey conundrum yet again. I tried to shake it off but I couldn't. Five months later I asked Raul to repeat what details he knew about Hayden Frye and the hokey-pokey. Raul had no patience for the subject and told me to look it up on the Internet. I did so.

As it turned out Hayden Fry spells his name without an "e" at the end of it. Additionally, he only had the Iowa football team perform the hokey pokey after a huge victory. They did not perform the dance/song before each game as Raul had mistakenly lead Tyson and me to believe. Beyond all that Fry had presided at the helm of Iowa football while he was cultivating such future coaching talents as:

Barry Alvarez - now head coach of the Wisconsin football team

Bob Stoops - now head coach of the University of Oklahoma football team

Mike Stoops- now head coach of the University of Arizona football team

Mark Stoops- now defensive coordinator of the University of Arizona football team

Curt Ferentz - now the head coach of the Iowa football team

Bob Schneider - now head coach of the Kansas State football team

I have not yet figured out the significance of the hokey-pokey. It may torment me for the rest of my life. Still, I know a thing or two about weird coaches. Coach Alexis Taylor is using some unorthodox techniques on me as she puts me through drills on the black and gold University of Iowa wrestling mats above. What would legendary Iowa wrestling coach Dan Gable think of this flagrant desecration of university property?


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- XXOO Tanya

My roommate Jewell Marceau kept a diary. I would periodically read her latest entries so I could remain apprised of her activities. It entertained me to surreptitiously delve into her inner torment and I only occasionally read her writings to other people. She got really upset when she found out that I was invading her privacy. I told her she was a dumbass for keeping a diary in an accessible place like the safe in her closet, particularly since she had used her birthdate as the combination for the safe. She may as well have issued me a written invitation to break into it. In any case, Jewell made a big show of burning her diary on the kitchen stove on the day she finally figured out I'd been perusing her journal entries for the past year. Her theatrics did not fool me. I knew she was going to start another diary and I knew I was going to find it. Jewell works all day and I stay home all day. Time was on my side.

It took less than a week for me to discover sheets of notebook paper taped to pages inside a book on one of her shelves. I threw a pack of popcorn kernels in the microwave and sat down on our couch to catch up on her current triumphs, trials, and tribulations. Imagine my shock at finding that she had devoted several entries exclusively to insulting me! One of them began:

"Tanya, you are a fat piece of shit and I knew that you would end up reading this. You belong in a trailer park with a bunch of mouthbreathing idiots. Did your mother use drugs when she was pregnant with you? It's amazing that you are not completely illiterate and are able to read this at all.."

I got no farther than that because Jewell came storming in the room right at that moment and we were both mad as hell. The corn kernels were still popping in the microwave as we exploded into battle..


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- XXOO Tanya

Ever hear of a guy named Bobo who played for the Raiders? Back in the 1990s? #16? Wide receiver? You sure you never heard of him?

That's what I thought.

Philip Bobo participated in the Oakland Raider's training camp one year during the nineties. Even his biggest fan, my friend Tyson, can't seem to pinpoint what year it was that Bobo was cut by the Raiders. Or if he was cut. Or if he was really on the team. Or did anything beyond spend a few days at their training camp.

By the way, I am not maligining Bobo himself. I believe he went on to play for another NFL team and it's a testament to his athletic prowess that the Raiders even invited him to their camp. The only reason I mention Bobo's name is because Tyson somehow acquired one of Bobo's old Raider jerseys even though Bobo was never a Raider. Or maybe Bobo was a Raider for a brief span of time. That part is unclear even though I've repeatedly posed that question to his biggest fan, the aforementioned Tyson.

A vein nearly exploded in Tyson's forehead when he discovered that I had worn the Bobo jersey for a pornographic photo layout. He acted like I'd desecrated the Shroud of Turin. I'd never seen him that upset before. I don't think Tyson would get that emotional if his own sister got run over by a train.

I am wearing the Bobo jersey in the pic above. It looks like I must have been calling my bookie to get my picks in on game day. You can see the entire "Raider's Fan" gallery is inside my Playhouse now!

- XXOO Tanya

I buy and sell domain names. One of my inspirations had to do with a method of smoking pot with a vaporizer: VaporizationSystems.com. A company from New Jersey made an offer on the domain which I accepted. They promptly mailed me a check which was not signed. I notified them of the error and received this response:

"i am sorry, my accounting dept must be smoking something. i will tell them to resend and sign the damn check."

That gave me my chuckle for the day.

- XXOO Tanya

Here I am in my championship boxing form (see pic above.) I recently became the top-ranked female boxer of the Denav Women's Boxing League! Don't believe me? Check the rankings page at the Denav site:


freeweb.supereva.com/dwblg/index.htm?p


I'd like to give a special thanks to my manager, Chairman Andy, for encouraging me to get up off the barstool and resume by boxing career!



- XXOO Tanya

Over the past week I had been posting stuff about my friend Tyson's submission wrestling event that took place last Friday. I had bought a number of tickets to go watch it with some friends, but then my cat Larry experienced kidney failure on Thursday. He is back home now and is recuperating, but I went through a rough, anxious stretch of days last week as I agonized over his illness and prayed that he would get better. I had purchased seven tickets to Tyson's event, but I ended up going there with just my friend Tim at the last minute because I never invited anyone else to come along. Larry had been too sick for me to bother about making any plans ahead of time. The event was well underway when Tim and I arrived. I gave my name to the woman at the "will call" booth and she told me she could not find my tickets. She shrugged her shoulders and stared insolently at me through the plexiglass screen. My emotions were already fried because of Larry's illness and I just turned and stomped away after a few minutes of trying to reason with her. I returned a short while later to vent my spleen over the situation. She just stared at me dumbly throughout my tirade. Tim alternately watched me, looked at her, and looked away. I knew he was wishing that he was someplace else.

Tim and I never went into the venue. The next day I told Tyson about how fucked up I thought the situation was. At first he just laughed. Later, after he heard similar comments from other people, he asked me to write him an e-mail describing my experience. This is what I wrote to him:

Tyson,

I became extremely upset by the cavalier attitude of the personnel in the ticket booth at your event. As you know I had paid for over $500 worth of tickets and arrived to discover that the woman in the ticket booth could not find them. She did a cursory search for them, smiled, uttered an insincere apology, smiled again, and waited for me to leave. It was readily apparent that she could care less that I had paid for tickets that were unavailable to me. Common sense dictates that I'm probably not the only person to whom she behaved so rudely. Initially I stormed off in disgust. How many other people did that? The only reason you are hearing about this is because I know you personally. The only reason I approached the ticket booth a second time is because I know you.

On my return visit to the ticket booth either my friend Tim or I revealed that I was your friend. Perhaps one of us had said it during our first visit. I don't remember and it does not really matter. My anger was due to the fact that the woman in the booth had initially treated us with such disregard and had not even bothered to try and figure out why the tickets were missing. In the end I found myself imploring her to understand that it was completely absurd for a paying customer to arrive at an event and be greeted with such utter indifference. She stared at me blankly for an extended period of time. One of the event coordinators had appeared in the booth at some point and the insipid woman had informed her that I was "Tyson's friend." This event coordinator offered to take me into the venue.

What happened to the people who did not happen to be one of your personal friends? The ones who paid for tickets and had to deal with that type of careless attitude? I had not arrived there expecting special treatment from anyone. I had paid for tickets to support your show and so I could sit and watch people wrestle. It should not have been necessary for me to become angry or mention that I had a connection to you. My attitude that night would have been completely different if the woman in the ticket booth had initially behaved in a respectful manner when she could not locate the tickets. She did not. I mention all this because I really think you should be aware of it.

People often pay for a membership to one of my websites and cannot get in for various reasons (lost password, technical snafu, etc.) I'd want to know about it if my webmaster did not deal with their situation in an effective, diplomatic manner.

Tanya

So there it is. Lately I've felt the need to express my emotions. I've had a gag in my mouth on plenty of other occasions.

- XXOO Tanya

Here I am practicing my cream application for a live wrestling event this Friday night, November 17 in Los Angeles. My friend Tyson is co-promoter of the event and he hired me and another model to wrestle in creamy lotion for the halftime show. Hopefully I can submit my busty opponent in record time. I've been training really hard.

Haha- just kidding! I'll be at the event, but I'm not doing any wrestling. All of the competitors are world champions in their given sport. UFC champion Randy Couture, jiu-jitsu blackbelts Marcelo Garcia and Jacare, plus many other world-class martial artists are all on the card.

Visit Tyson's site
www.ProSubLeague.com
to buy tickets or see purchase information for the the live webcast of the event!



- XXOO Tanya

Who are these guys? Is it possible that they are event promoters? Yeah, they do actually look the part, don't they? The one with the jolly, fat face is my friend Tyson and he would like to invite you to an incredible event he is promoting in Los Angeles on Friday, November 17.

Tyson is the Vice President of the Professional Submission League which features world-class martial artists in submission wrestling bouts. This event speaks for itself. The title match will feature none other than UFC fighting legend Randy Couture vs. Brazilian jiu-jitsu World Champion Jacare!


Please visit Tyson's site
www.ProSubLeague.com
for all ticket information.



- XXOO Tanya

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Sometimes strippers walk off the stage in the middle of a song because they feel that the customers are not tipping them enough. Sometimes they start yelling at the customers from the stage because they feel the customers are not tipping them enough. There is a sign in the backstage area of the club where I dance that says: "Dancers who insult customers from the stage will be sent home. You are professionals so act like it." The second sentence on that sign always strikes me as a bit of wishful thinking on the part of the management whenever I see it.

People in general engage in all types of self-defeating behavior. I'm sure that I'm no exception, but I try not to sabotage myself when I'm onstage dancing half-naked or naked. Perhaps I try to avoid manifesting my despair in public. I just write about it when no one is around.

Years ago I was dancing at the Century Theatre in Los Angeles. One night I ended up being the last dancer to go onstage before the club shut down for the night. That seemed to happen to me a lot at that particular club. My music started playing and I heard the deejay ask the customers to "please welcome the last lady of the evening." I parted the curtains and made my grand entrance.

"Here she is, gentleman! Tanya will be the last lovely lady up on the stage for you tonight." he said in his deep baritone voice as I began dancing.

I made eye contact with a man sitting towards the front of the room and smiled at him. He gazed back at me, looked me up and down, turned to his friend and jerked his head toward the door. They stood up and started to leave. Their departure seemed to trigger a mass exodus from the room. Every other man in the place appeared to be heading for the door. I kept dancing, hoping someone would stay. I went down into the splits, rolled around on the floor for a minute and came back up. By the time I resurfaced the whole room was empty. My song played on. I caught the eye of the manager who was cleaning up something behind the bar. He motioned for me to keep on dancing. That didn't make any sense, but the Century Theatre was a strange place back in those days. Everyone tried to adhere to the remarkably arbitrary and senseless rules of the owner, Howard White. My personal belief was that Howard revelled in making up weird guidelines for the dancers and management just to infuse some needless drama into the place for his own amusement. In any case, I didn't want to get the manager in trouble and I kept on dancing on the stage inside that empty room.

It had been demoralizing to see those customers evaluate me and then leave, but I did not want to capitulate to my disappointment or humiliation or annoyance or indignation or whatever it was. Stripping is a profession where you have to be tough as nails and not look like it. As I kept dancing I told myself that I'd have a better night the following evening when I returned for my next shift. That positive affirmation, (gosh, I hate that term), relaxed me and I just enjoyed the music and finished my first song. At some point midway through the second song I noticed a stack of twenties in the corner of the stage on the floor. Huh? Where had that come from? I looked over to see a row of familiar-looking men watching me with polite appreciation. Sometimes that happens. It took me a minute to make sense of it but then I realized that they were the plumbers who had been arriving at 2AM each night to repair something in the building. They could not do the work during the club's business hours so they always showed up around closing time. Their boss was a remarkably nice guy and either he brought out the best in his crew or he attracted people who were similar in nature to himself. Either way, they were a group of unusually cool guys.

They watched me dance, my song ended, I smiled at them, they applauded, and I thanked them. The memory of that night is burned into my brain. I have always regarded it as a sign not to lose my emotional connection with dancing. And as a sign not to lose hope.

Maybe they gave me the money as a sympathy tip. Or maybe they enjoyed my dancing. Or maybe both.

Dancing has given me a lot. I cannot even envision what my life would have been if I had not become a stripper because all those experiences inside a strip club are so integral to who I am as a person. The modelling and adult videos I've done just seem kind of incidental.

I was wearing sheer white stockings and a garter belt that night at the Century Theatre. That was something of a rarity because I rarely ever wear stockings when I dance. The pic above reminds me of that fateful evening because I'm wearing stockings and rolling around on a well-trafficked floor. I know it does not sound attractive, but I've rolled around on a lot of grimy floors. Floors get dirty after each of 100 dancers parade across them multiple times in the course of a given day.


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I hope that I am always the girl who keeps on dancing, that I never give up hope.



- XXOO Tanya

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In June, 2006 I dragged my friend Tyson with me out to Pomona, CA to look at some old houses. He could care less about historic homes in general, but even he was impressed by the grace of some of the amazing places we saw. We were starving by the time we hit Interstate 10 to drive home. As we were discussing what to eat I saw a Hooter's restaurant directly ahead of us on the righthand side of the freeway.

"Have you ever been to a Hooter's?" I asked.

"No, I've never been to a Hooter's." he replied.

"Let's go to Hooter's." I said as I cut across 5 lanes of traffic to get to the next exit.

Upon entering Hooter's there was no immediate indication that we had made an ill-fated decision. The hostess happened to seat us by the waitress' pantry area where Tyson could ogle the servers wearing their giant orange pantaloon shorts and shiny, flesh-colored tights. Our own waitress was a very pretty brunette with waist-length hair and a nice figure. Everything seemed fine as Tyson and I relaxed with our drinks and ordered our meal. Shortly afterwards the waitress came back and unexpectedly sat down at our table. Tyson and I abruptly stopped talking and smiled at her. She did not seem to have much to say so he and I began making tortured attempts at conversation. Somehow I ended up divulging that we had never been inside a Hooter's before.

"Oh, this is your first time?" the waitress asked. "We'll do something special for you."

I found myself vaguely hoping that the special treatment did not involve singing. Just then an old Village People song started playing at a loud volume inside the restaurant.

"Oh, no. It's time for the YMCA." the waitress said as she wrinkled her nose with genuine dismay.

Tyson and I exchanged blank looks and she hopped up from our table. Soon every server in the establishment was standing on top of a barstool performing a synchronized dance routine to the YMCA song. All their orange-clad butts gyrated above our table. Yep, our waitress was definitely the thinnest and the prettiest. Most of the patrons in the place, 95% of whom were male, stared at the waitresses with unwavering, zombie-like attention. These men were not smiling. It seemed that they were attempting to burn the images of the dancing women into their brains.

Peace reigned for a brief time after the YMCA dance ended, but then three waitresses and a manager materialized at our table. They congratulated us on our first-time visit, placed a tinfoil crown on Tyson's head, and began tying balloons into my hair. The balloons lifted 3 sections of my hair into the air and I looked like a complete idiot. I glanced across the table at Tyson who must have felt equally ridiculous in his foil crown. For some unknown reason he and I felt compelled to "be good sports" and keep our adornments attached to our heads. I have no idea why.

Our food arrived. We began eating. Someone in the room grabbed a microphone and announced that a bachelor party was present. A cheer went up as the voice promised a special treat for the bachelor who was being escorted to a makeshift stage right at that moment. All of a sudden our pretty waitress was at our table grabbing my arm and telling me that there was another surprise and I was going up on the stage. Startled, I laughed and politely resisted her as she tried to drag me from my chair. She was pulling hard and was utterly convinced that I was going to follow her. My mind had no time to make sense of it all, but I was not going up on any stage. I tried to shrug her off and jokingly pointed at Tyson who was wearing a bemused but puzzled expression underneath his foil crown.

"He'll do it." I said."You both can do it!" she exclaimed and grabbed Tyson's arm too.

She really wasn't kidding and she kept trying to jerk us towards the stage area. Finally I indicated my refusal in a tone of voice that left no room for doubt. She dropped our arms and glared at me with malice in her eyes. Then she turned on her heel and stormed off. Tyson and I stared at each other in disbelief. Right at that moment a man with a pen in his hand approached our table and asked me to sign his napkin. I turned my gaze on him. Did he think I was one of the waitresses? Was this some other weird Hooter's tradition where male customers asked all female patrons to sign their napkins? Who was this guy? Who did he think I was? Couldn't I just take the balloons out of my hair and eat my six microscopic clams? I looked at the man with puzzlement and lamely reiterated his question back to him.

"You want me to sign your napkin?" I asked."Yes, please." he said politely.

"Um..why?" I wondered aloud, not knowing what to say.

"You're the adult actress Tanya Danielle, aren't you?" he responded a bit uncertainly.

Several long moments of silence elapsed.

"No. No, I'm not." I said.

The man apologized and left. Tyson told me I had been kind of rude.

"Nobody knows who I am. I didn't know what to do." I said. I was really flustered.

"Yeah, you're right." he said after a short pause. "That was definitely weird.

"Tyson shook his head and removed his foil crown. He helped me untie the balloons from my hair and they floated up to the ceiling. We finally finished eating and waited for the waitress to return with our bill. She never came back. I left to search for her and found her slumped dejectedly over one of the tables at the bar with her chin on her hand. She agreed to bring the bill. When she dropped it off at our table she informed us with a trace of hostility that she had merely wanted us to do the hokey-pokey onstage earlier. Neither Tyson nor I had a response to that. I picked up the bill and happened to notice some text on it directing me to a website where I could fill out a customer satisfaction survey. We paid and left.

Cameraman Mike Raffone shot the pic above in 2004 during the filming of a custom video. A gentleman had sent me a Hooter's uniform to wear as wardrobe to accompany his script. I would have had much more perspective on my role if I had ever gone to a Hooter's restaurant before the shooting of the video..



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- XXOO Tanya