Have not yet had a chance to read post comments. Was writing about a gold bullion heist (Electro Sizzling Shock) and half watching an old flick starring Barbara Eden entitled The Brass Bottle when a trunk of gold bullion materialized on screen. Instantly riveted I watched actor Tony Randall discussing both fiat currency and gold bullion with a centuries-old genie. Randall actually says something to the effect of: “If people could start making their own currency the whole country would collapse.” Imagine that. Check out the whole scene (begins shortly before 35-minute mark) if you can; dialogue seems oddly prescient given current events of the day. Incidentally, The Brass Bottle inspired director Sidney Sheldon to create the I Dream of Jeannie TV series.
Sun has risen over Los Angeles but thick marine layer still blankets coastline outside my window. Love this weather. Remember Emiliano Zapata (cleverly identified by both Paolo and Mingori)? An amazing portrait (above) lingers near Zapata’s Long Beach presence. I returned there specifically to take her picture and saw an inscription which identifies mystery female. As soon as I saw the dedication I said “Of course!” but, honestly, her name would have eluded me otherwise. She looks more like a goddess than a flesh and blood woman who ever strode the surface of our planet. Anyways, I’m curious to see if anyone will recognize her – please post your guess if you have one!
Impossible for me to write a post without including a nudie pic so I am extending the brunette street art space theme with this:
Legendary Playboy/Penthouse/Yosemite photographer Ken Marcus shot above photo of me for this 1997 (gulp) issue of Penthouse Magazine. Ken added spaceship and chorus line later on – they did not appear in original layout 😉
Woke at 3am and rose for the day. People in surrounding highrises have been extinguishing their lights as they turn in for the night. Right now at 5am dawn chorus of sea birds is just beginning – love listening to them as city sleeps. Have something on my mind and decided to share it. At the beginning of July I will be having surgery and plan to take several months off from vigorous shooting (e.g. wrestling) afterward. Post-procedure I will discuss medical issues but for now I am focusing on creating a lot of videos prior to the end of June. Please contact email@example.com (all inquiries) or STJWrestling@gmail.com (specifically for catfight/wrestling ring matches) if you have an interest in a custom video or photos within the next few weeks. After that I will realistically need to take the whole summer off from shooting.
Some of you may remember that at the end of 2013 I had two surgeries before I lost a particular health insurance policy. In the two weeks between procedures I shot videos, caused a car accident, and generally felt very stressed out. I think all that impacted my healing. This time I plan to sleep, recover, and rest after surgery. Of course any and all custom video/photo revenue will help a lot right now in the weeks leading up to my hiatus. Also, I have updated my Amazon Wishlist with a variety of gift cards and items which will assist my relaxation during convalescence. Feel a bit shameless posting that but desire for stress-free recovery is trumping my discretion at the moment. Besides, I can always type now, delete later 😉
Needed a head change the other day and stumbled into a local tavern. For some unknown reason I had been feeling strangely agitated and couldn’t seem to shake the mood. Even worse a strong sense of guilt accompanied the agitation (“People are fighting in wars, losing jobs, succumbing to cancer – who am I to get irritated about anything?”) Intoxicants generally just amplify one’s existing mood so I knew that I was tempting fate with bar visit. Fortunately establishment had only two other patrons and owner greeted me warmly. He and I folded bar towels, looked at photos of trees while nearby ladies discussed dating adventures. An hour later I departed drunk and happy – head change achieved.
Photos really have nothing to do with bar story other than to demonstrate that it’s always possible to find a ray of sunshine amidst the clouds 😉 Lol.. let me become your life coach (“Just have a few cocktails. You’ll feel great!”) Or, better yet, allow me to instruct you in masturbation:
Both Paolo (first responder) and Mingori have identified gentleman in previous post as one Emiliano Zapata. Very grateful to both of you – I will have to do more reading on him when I settle down. Remember my much ballyhooed rematch with Christine Dupree? It got postponed til today. Remnants of wild energy still zing through my brain and body even though I’m exhausted. Does that make any sense? Decided to offer Christine a little surprise this morning with my south-of-the-border Lucha Libre mask. I like to think it gave me a an edge. Then again, maybe I’ve been looking at too much street art recently:
You will have to click on top pic to see image more clearly but in center of photo appears unidentified man with large handlebar mustache. I saw him again several days later in a different section of Los Angeles. Do you recognize him? He looks a bit like Lech Walesa to me but Lech would seemingly have little relevance to this Wilmington mural:
Now that I’ve encountered mystery man twice in one week I feel compelled to learn his identity. I did the best I could with top pic (climbing on top of bus stop bench, standing on tip toes) but could not get any closer. My dated Lenovo T400 computer does not allow me to zoom very close in on gentleman’s face although I believe, perhaps erroneously, that the artist has scrawled a word above his eyebrow. Almost fell off bench trying to read it on Wednesday.
For a little perspective Wilmington (site of bottom two photos) is an unincorporated section of Los Angeles which lists its population as over 90% Hispanic. My memorable excursions to the area have included a tour of Wilmington Cemetery and also a 2015 shoplifting accusation. Given demographics of the region I am just about positive that mystery man is Hispanic. If you recognize him please let him know that someone is looking for him 😉
I would like to send much love and many thanks to active and former members of the US military on this Memorial Day holiday. Today I visited the Wilmington Cemetery in Los Angeles to reflect on our fallen soldiers.
“It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. rather we should thank God that such men lived.”
Honestly, I got pretty weepy at the graveyard earlier today. Headstones date back to 1850s and many bear names of soldiers from World War I to present.
After returning home I felt need for a little diversion, began describing my latest encounter with Sheriff Wendy Whoppers:
Wendy’s awe-inspiring melons
Educate ten thousand felons,
Nourish rich tableau til lowdown
Desperado begins yellin’:
“Yo! There’s a new sheriff in town!”
Thinking of Whoppers always puts me back in fight mode. In soon-to-be-released Showdown I challenge my busty, blonde arch-nemesis to yet another duel.
Yes, the “lowdown desperado” is ready for action. Whoppers and I have a bit of history.
Will return tomorrow – hope everyone had a pleasant Monday!
Days that begin with stunning arrogance rarely go well for me. I’ve had a lifetime to learn this. One case in point: February 2017 match with fight legend Christine Dupree:
Somebody had a victory in there but.. who? Best to avoid reflecting upon total exhaustion and weeklong recovery because Christine and I have scheduled a rematch for this week. Didn’t I say something in a recent post about looking forward to time off? Yeah, right. Gent who ordered rematch requested that I wear same black bikini as above, thus forcing me to gaze at photos from previous altercation. A number of shots seem disconcertingly similar to fabled ending of Rocky 2. Wish I hadn’t looked.
Tonight I return to 2017 (think I’ve posted enough old pics recently.) Shot above photos yesterday and spent all of today running errands. Huge thanks to Brad for the wonderful new book selections!! Picked up mail earlier and found myself touched yet again by your unerring instinct, thoughtfulness, and generosity. Very interestingly, (at least to me), I have read People Who Eat Darkness before although I didn’t immediately recognize the title. If memory serves it came into my life through an odd channel. Think I may have dreamt the words “people who eat darkness” Googled the phrase, and come across the book which I then ordered. Now it has returned to me again. Perhaps it has some significance that I will glean during the second perusal. Found book riveting the first time but could not figure out why I had encountered it in a dream. Incidentally, I received Hexagram 5 line 4 while reading People Who Eat Darkness in 2013 and, honestly, that freaked me out a bit. I began assessing new acquaintances more carefully. Thanks again for the reading material!
Very tired but will return tomorrow to answer new post comments and do video uploads, including a “dreamy” new selection called Bedtime Fable:
About a year ago I wrote a poem entitled Ballad of Isolation. Cameraman Jon White, also an accomplished musician, wanted to put a spoken word poem to music so I read Ballad of Isolation for him. Song is now playing at Amazon, iTunes, and most other downloadable music sites. Love Jon’s music but still react oddly to the sound of my own voice. Some of you may recognize lyrics from this March 2016 post. Check out Ballad of Isolation when you get a chance. Words do come from the heart. Since Andy‘s passing I don’t have any friends in my neighborhood and also spend an inordinate amount of time in motel rooms. Briefly I became acquainted with a nice couple in my building but they got kicked out. Lol.. that’s just how the past few years have been. I feel intensely grateful for the blessings of my existence – especially all the wonderful people who visit me here at my blog and my good friends who reside in other regions of LA – but I have been wallowing in solitude for a while now. Above pics sum up situation very well: I could afford a marginally better motel room but why spend extra dough just to lie on unfamiliar sheets all by myself? Btw.. I never use creepy bedspread, always bring home-laundered blanket.
Hope I don’t sound like too much of a sad sack. This phase shall pass. Due to solitude I’ve expanded my mind in ways I never could have anticipated (thank you, I Ching.) Ballad of Isolation will eventually represent the past even though I still seem to be living it at the moment. Enough verbiage – I should post a nudie pic:
Honestly, I may get lonely at moments but I’m way happier and wiser than when I took above pic in 2008. The transition continues..
Has anyone seen above pics before? An entire set of them exists – just came across it while looking for something else. They correspond to one of the lowest points of my life, December 31, 2008. Not sure if I ever posted the photos anywhere. One day after shooting them I resolved to consume alcohol only five days a week instead of seven. Honestly, the images look better than I remember. I vividly recall viewing my big fat moonface swollen by alcohol in January 2009 and feeling ashamed. Somehow that Dolly Parton hairstyle just made everything worse. Now I realize that self-loathing had distorted perception; photos don’t look much different from thousands of others I have taken over the years.
Lol.. went off on a tangent there. Tonight I had merely been intending to post a few nudie pics, promise to return this weekend, and go to bed. With no exaggeration I have probably shot over 40 videos this month and my body, independently of my brain, feels exhausted. Ides of May passed pleasantly at STJ’s ring yesterday with six (or was it seven?) other wrestlers and I had just enough time to add a new video appropriately entitled Ides of May to TanyaTV.com when I got home. Shooting continues this week but I intend to stay home all weekend after I finish, catch up on post comments, and relax. Literally going to bed at 6pm this evening. Guess that says it all. Hope everyone is doing well!
Funny thing.. I thought that pics above came from 1984-Aerobicise but just realized that they do not. No time to investigate now but during several successive years I did a series of workout videos which I came to think of as an homage to my personal inspirations Arlaine Wright and Bess Motta. Does anyone else remember them? Half the working men in America used to watch their 5AM exercise show on local TV during the early 1980s. I loved those ladies. Still do.
Anyways, will reminisce later.. must start packing. Looking forward to answering post comments as soon as I have a chance. Hope everyone is having a great week!
I have returned to civilization from weekend shooting + a short road trip. Rather than buckling down to catch up on work/housework I headed to the beach this morning. Cool breeze rippled ocean water, wafted through my hair as I sat in the sand and meditated. Felt so wonderful. Public restroom was a different story. City officials have seemingly begun a crackdown on prostitution which was occurring in restroom area. They have removed all enclosures around toilet stalls and now leave front entrance door propped open. When I pulled down my pants today I noted with amusement that a highrise condominium development on shoreline literally has an unimpeded view into ladies’ restroom. Occupants would need to use binoculars but there is nothing to block them from spying on each and every woman who utilizes the facilities.
Just ate dinner (Cheerios) and thought I would post some pics from March 27 shoot with Alix Lynx. As you can see our wrestling match was not as lopsided as my March 31 altercation with Saharra Huxly. Lol.. last week of March 2017 was quite memorable. In between those wrestling matches I encountered two dogs – blue pit bull and small chihuahua mix – running loose near my home. Normally I drive like a grandmother but suddenly I was flipping U-turns in the middle of the street, passing cars, merging onto the sidewalk but the dogs kept eluding me. Finally I parked vehicle, grabbed leash I keep in car for this purpose, and pursued them on foot. Many twisting, turning blocks later three wonderful ladies and I cornered dogs outside a restaurant and held them there until owner (thank goodness dogs wore ID tags) arrived in a taxi to reclaim them. I drove owner and dogs home while she explained that pit bull had already busted several locks on gate which leads into her property. She seemed a bit overwhelmed. I called a contractor I know (another pit bull owner familiar with strength of breed) who agreed to stop by and check out the gate. Later that evening lady pit bull owner texted “Thank you soooo much.. now my babies are safe in the yard and can’t get out in the streets. God bless you!” Within minutes I had another message from contractor saying: “You owe me a drink.” He and I agreed to meet on April 1, one day after my scheduled shoot with Saharra.
Honestly, I had no idea of the demolition I would experience at Saharra’s hands on that fateful Friday. Nonetheless, I pulled myself from bed on Saturday morning to meet the contractor at the tavern. Accompanied by a shaft of sunlight I strode into the dimly lit joint, climbed onto a barstool, and uncharacteristically ordered a coffee as pub door swung shut behind me. “I’ll have a real drink when my friend gets here.” I assured bartender. Friend never got there. Instead he sent several messages asking where we had agreed to meet, feigning confusion about time, place, etc. until I tossed phone into purse and ordered a Stoli on the rocks. If I could survive three matches with Saharra Huxly (yes, three) and show up on time then I had absolutely no patience for whatever excuse contractor might proffer. During trip to ladies room I did notice that wall art in pub had changed since my last visit:
Evidently pub owner keeps green paint on hand to periodically erase graffiti. Something about those renderings seemed almost tribal and mesmerizing when I saw each of them – guess I was drunk. Lady from 2015 has vanished but I stared at tiger for just as long as I had gazed at lady’s face two years earlier. Good thing I was establishment’s only female patron on both occasions.
Although April began on a strange note I spent time with friends in a different corner of Los Angeles County last weekend and really enjoyed the short road trip. In their neighborhood even the local Wendy’s fast food franchise has a nice view:
Getting ready for more shooting but will return to answer post comments this weekend. Hope everyone is having a great week!
Somebody (1970s TV era) used to wear a red mask just like the one sported by Virtue above. Can’t remember who.. thought maybe Electra Woman or Dyna Girl but no..
I will think of it sooner or later. In any case, superheroine Virtue is facing yet more astonishing travails, this time in the Land of Cameron. Will she survive sadistic forces which threaten to rob her of life, limb, and dignity??
Earlier I began answering blog comments. Big thanks to all of you who take time to write. I always enjoy hearing your thoughts and will answer each message. Still have more to go. CatfightBlogger requested that I upload Purgatory starring Akira Lane vs. myself to my Clips4Sale store so I am working on that right now.. I shall return. Hope everyone is having a great Thursday!
Hosting company had an outage so you may have noticed that TanyaDanielle.com went down for about 24 hours. Now I’m back in action.. sort of. Pics from Friday (Saharra Huxly vs. someone I used to know) speak for themselves.
This is how I spent weekend after the match:
Lol.. my site had an outage and so did I. Just kidding.. pic above is from soon-to-be-released video Mind Fuck but it does sort of reflect how I’ve been feeling since Friday. Hope everyone had a pleasant Monday. Please check out my newest updates for the week:
Feel like I just got hit by a locomotive. Today’s matches with Saharra Huxly capped a long streak of shooting and other activities. This weekend I will have time to answer blog comments, post more pics, lie in bed with ice packs.
Longtime friend Rainier, former manager of legendary Wild Goose Cabaret, and I were supposed to meet for a drink after shoot but I was too beat (literally.) My text to him about Saharra said it all:
“She is the most dominant woman I have ever met. No close second.”
Returned home from yesterday’s match with Christine Dupree to find that ringmaster STJ had already uploaded some photos from our bout. Still recovering from that Sunday punch. Christine is probably nursing her wounds across town..
Incidentally, that same aqua blue bikini (thanks, Phil!) has seen quite a bit of action in recent years: