Monday, May 12, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Thursday, May 08, 2008
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!
XO Tanya
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Monday, May 05, 2008
Saturday, May 03, 2008
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, May 02, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Updates for Wednesday
* 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 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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Monday, April 28, 2008
Tuesday's 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. *
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
Sunday, April 27, 2008
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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Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
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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Thursday, April 17, 2008
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Monday, January 01, 2007
Thursday, December 28, 2006
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
Monday, December 25, 2006
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