Just put exclusive, newly released Chosen Few starring Saharra Huxly vs. myself on sale for $19.99 (normally $36.99) through Sunday. Since last post I have been working on text for upcoming gunfighter video tentatively entitled Shameless (pics above):
Gunfighter Madeleine Mark gallops toward Carson City, intent upon locating lost secret which enabled ancestors to establish strongholds throughout medieval England. Why does she think sparsely settled Nevada desert contains elusive information? Nobody knows. Several years elapse before Madeleine’s partner receives triumphant missive:
“Suppressed for centuries,
Lost to society,
Antiquity’s dark rune
Yields great wealth unto me.”
Partner knows instantly that Madeleine has learned dark rune which will enable her to reincarnate her own luscious curves after any type of weapon-inflicted injury. Soon, very soon, Madeleine and cohort will embark on campaign of terror which plunders every stagecoach and banking institution West of the Rockies. Will frequent adversary Sheriff Goldie succeed in halting the unstoppable duo??
Lol.. in last post Madeleine seemed to have a grip on everything but her guns. Today she has gotten more serious 😉
Ever get a song stuck in your head? You try to shake it but it plays for days on end. Last week I was chatting with a longtime resident of my neighborhood. Can’t remember what lead up to it but he gestured towards sparkling ocean, bobbing sailboats and said: “I was living here a long time before it became a tourist attraction. Do you remember how this looked in the 80s?” He launched into a parable featuring crack cocaine, rogue cops, Ronald Reagan’s War on Drugs. “The po-lice used to smash battering rams straight into dopehouses.” he reminisced. “They didn’t care who was in there – families, babies, whatever – they just smashed in before anyone could flush the drugs.” I listened with rapt attention, not entirely sure if he was exaggerating for effect or perhaps citing one or two isolated occurrences. He noticed my uncertainty. “Remember Batterram?” he asked. I didn’t think so. “You don’t remember Batterram?” he said with surprise. “C’mon.. ” he tried again. “Batterram!” As a last resort he pulled out his phone and played this video. Immediately engrossed I watched the entire presentation without speaking. Ever since then I hear Batterram in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening, and in conjunction with any long, tubular object that crosses my field of vision (that happens a lot):
OK, I’m joking around a bit with the photos (have to include some nudie pics) but Batterram the song has staying power. Lol.. you’ll be singing it at your office if you watch this oddly compelling proto-music video.
Going to bed now but will return very soon to answer post comments. Sorry I have fallen behind on that – I do enjoy reading your thoughts. In the meantime I have put Land of Cameron on sale for $19.99 (normally $34.99) and added both Return to Sparta starring Ariel X vs. myself and Story of Now to my Diamond Club Members’ Area. Hope everyone is having a great week!
I have long since recovered from July 30 illness and have some new videos under my belt. Above nudie pics come from soon-to-be-released Spider Walk:
Translucent spider crawls up arm,
Retraces track marks on fair skin,
Inscription on veined porcelain
Advises: “Shield yourself from harm,
Dark devastation lurks within.”
No wonder that broad is screaming 😉
On August 4 I shot middle pic on outdoor wall of local tavern. Same handwriting has appeared in numerous other places in my neighborhood and for some reason I always find odd reassurance in the messages. Seems strange to type that last sentence, especially since property owners presumably don’t appreciate extra labor of covering up anonymous tributes to mystery individual. Maybe I find it refreshing that someone doesn’t rely upon cellphones and social media to transmit emotion? Not sure.. will have to reflect on it more.
About a week ago my VOD store at TanyaTV.com came down. Store had been experiencing technical issues and software provider accused me of lying when I requested help with correcting the problem. I feel tempted to post the e-mail he sent me but I know I should let the matter die. For the moment I will be selling all my videos exclusively at Clips4Sale.com. Just released Black Snake Boogie (special introductory price of $12.99) at Clips4Sale and am also preparing both aforementioned Spider Walk and new paranormal fantasy Ghostbusted for their debuts later this month.
Hope everyone is having a nice Monday! I will return today or tomorrow to answer post comments.
I return from a mysterious 36-hour illness which reminded me a bit of this. Let me backtrack..
About a week ago I spontaneously attended a Pacific Islander festival. Friend and I paid $10.99 for above 1.75 liters of Smirnoff. For that price I could ignore the “raspberry infusion” in this particular bottle. We had a great time talking, laughing, eating ethnic food, watching a dance show, splitting raspberry vodka with other friends. The following morning I awoke to a mostly empty vodka bottle on my desk accompanied by a strange handwritten note:
Enchanted fruit injects
Dark madness into me..
Don’t remember writing those words but I do that all the time – odd scribblings turn up under my bed, inside my pockets, beneath car seat, even saved inside my computer. “Raspberry 33” made sense because for years I’ve maligned vodka “flavors” as synthetic travesties: “Oh, yuck, is that Vanilla #24?”, “Who wants to ruin good vodka with Grape #12?”, “Real vodka should not taste like pear..”, etc. Yes, I could see why I scribbled “Raspberry 33” but last line seemed to have no relevance to such a fun evening. Shaking my head I tossed piece of paper back onto desk, deposited vodka into freezer, continued with day.
Nearly a full week later (this past Friday) I finished packing for upcoming shoot and decided to pour myself a drink before bed. Bottle of Raspberry 33 lay waiting. I loaded final props into suitcase, zipped it with finality, watched end of Boogie Nights with vodka in hand. Hours later, as previously mentioned, this happened. I don’t know why. Two days later I have wracked my brain trying to figure out what had affected me so adversely. A friend and I had had some potato tacos, later I’d made an omelette out of fresh eggs and freshly washed vegetables.. and I’d drunk some of the remaining Raspberry 33. For the record, friend and I had been pouring vodka into plastic containers for everyone at the Pacific Islander festival so the bottle itself stayed just as clean as when we bought it. Honestly, I don’t think germs would live on a liquor bottle anyway, especially not after a week in the freezer. During the worst of my illness I remembered that strange poem I had written and suddenly the words assaulted me with haunting clarity:
Enchanted fruit injects
Dark madness into me..
Lol.. anyone who has experienced a bad case of food poisoning knows how the mind can wander when subject to extreme dehydration. Recovery took from Friday night til noon today. Needless to say I had to reschedule my shoot. A few minutes ago I logged onto computer only to find STJ’s latest e-mail blast of photos. Check out those raspberry streaks in Nicole Oring‘s hair, raspberry flower barrette, and raspberry trimmed bikini:
Maybe I need to avoid all things raspberry for a while 😉
Many thanks to custom photo/video collectors who have to wait a little longer for me to shoot. I do have a newly scheduled date. Hope everyone is having a great weekend! I will return to answer post comments after I drink another half gallon of water. Still trying to re-hydrate.. so grateful to regain good health.
I awoke at midnight with the vague sense that something “big” was going to happen today. Nothing so far but I’m drinking lots of water, staying cool in current Los Angeles heat wave. Saw awesome street art (top pic) the other afternoon when I got off Metrolink train at random stop and went for a walk. Nudie shots come from soon-to-be-released Summertime Rune created in July 2016:
“I feel like I want Lisa more than she wants me.” you confess to Aunt Jillian. “We have fun when we’re together but sometimes she barely responds to my calls. Lately I’ve been acting more detached – just like she does – and it seems like we are drifting even further apart.” Aunt Jillian takes long pull from highball glass, responds bluntly: “If Lisa’s a female and you are playing ‘hard to get’ like a girl then nothing will ever work out.” Words stab your fragile heart like a spear. Without relinquishing beverage Aunt Jillian rises, selects thick tome from bookshelf, thumbs to specific page. “Make no mistake about it.” Jillian proclaims.”You need to go after what you want. Here’s a magical rune which works only on night of the strawberry moon. When you release dripping fluids mentioned in text you must simultaneously utter these exact phrases:
“Star-crossed June, full strawberry moon,
Cracked lightning arcs through midnight sky,
Oh, just have some fun – do or die!
Rich, dripping fluids usher in
Enchanting, entrancing July.. ”
Completely baffled, you sputter: “What’s a strawberry moon? What’s a rune? Cracked lightning? What kind of dripping fluid? Do or die??” Jillian regards you with sage 80-year-old eyes. “Do some research.” she says rather unhelpfully. “Your relationship will wither away unless you take dramatic action. A “rune” is a spell – if you implement details correctly Lisa will be your girl for life..”
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.
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 firstname.lastname@example.org (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 😉
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:
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!
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!
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:
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:
Exactly one year ago today I was outside Jack in the Box, staring into night sky, writing Black Forest as I waited for sun to rise. World had become increasingly unfathomable and I felt lost in something akin to a black forest. This year I greet Ides of March with a bit of anticipation. Some of my favorite YouTube prognosticators (David Stockman and James Perloff foremost among them) are predicting financial chaos on this day. Upheaval can often lead to beneficial reform and US markets seem to need it.
Once again this morning – just like last year -I sat in drive-thru parking lot (Taco Bell this time) sipping coffee and gazing into darkness. Yet one more time I found message in night sky:
Ides of March
Mosaic pieces drift like ghosts,
Align themselves on seven coasts,
Rise higher than imposing larch,
Convey words from eternal hosts:
“Hear ye! Beware the Ides of March!”
Not sure if March 15, 2017 will go down in history or not but I did notice another message on my coffee cup when I returned home:
Didn’t get the angle quite right but full text on Taco Bell coffee cup reads “Let this Epic Day Begin”. Lol.. I feel ready for an epic day. Have lots of shoots coming up with assorted costars such as Christine Dupree, Alix Lynx, and Saharra Huxly. Contact Jay at email@example.com for info on ordering your own custom video.
Oh, yes.. couldn’t very well do a post without adding a few nudie pics. Top photos feature Donna Von Cornelius (hapless secretary from soon-to-be-released True Detective video) who evidently did not receive warning about Ides of March danger 😉
Hope everyone is having a great Wednesday. I will return to answer post comments within the next few days.
Boxer jerks awake amidst pool of sweat. Strange dream lurks on periphery of consciousness, falls off edge before she can recollect details. Clearly nightmare was warning her about something.. or someone. Always mindful of omens fighter realizes that she must watch her back, prepare for any unexpected challenge that may arise..
(Lisa Tiffian and Tanya Danielle star in Rage, an interracial boxing match featuring topless athletes, thongs, boots, mouth guards, staredown, referee, belly and tit punching, clinching, standing eight counts, decisive KO.)
Not sure how “Olympic fighter” worked its way into my text description but I like the ring of it 😉 I should have Rage available for download tomorrow on the Catfight page at TanyaTV.com. In the meantime enjoy new updates at
“Cannon fire rocks spaceship,
Alters gene code, smashes
Neverending mind trip,
Now demand correction!”
Speaking into communicator Captain James T. Kirk breathlessly describes grim situation aboard USS Enterprise. Gender bender cannon has fired upon vessel, instantly switching sexes of all crew members and driving them into collective carnal frenzy. Captain Kirk knows he must locate cannon, activate second detonation to restore both regular genders and order among crew. Alone on quest for cannon Kirk can barely restrain self from masturbating unfamiliar vagina which has replaced penis..
Happy Groundhog Day! Photo above has nothing to do with Groundhog Day but I always try to post a nudie pic 😉 Earlier I wore new Trailhead running hat for morning jog and I looooove it. Thank you so much, Kind Stranger! I already put another on my Wish List so I won’t need to wash the new one after each workout. Surprises me that I did not discover these years ago. During my featuring dance days I jogged outdoors in Quebec City, Cleveland, Toronto, Pittsburgh, et al. winters with no head coverings that I can recall. Lol.. was I tougher back then?
Just want to say that I have answered some recent post comments but won’t have time to respond to the rest til tonight or tomorrow. Don’t want anyone to think their messages are ignored because I value all of them. Today I am celebrating Groundhog Day with friends. This will suffice as early Super Bowl revelry since I’m probably going to take Atlanta +3 and stay home on Sunday. Happy to report that I have exceeded 30 days of intended sobriety and will be jumping off the wagon with Punxsutawney Phil in about an hour. As I dive into vodka please enjoy the new updates at my sites: