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Whiskey Bottle and Classic Car


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Since October mysterious 1970 Plymouth Valiant has prowled my neighborhood, inspiring second text version of Blonde Dahlia. Several weeks ago I claimed parking spot next to Valiant. Following morning’s early shoot time would enable me to photograph vehicle when  no one (like car’s owner) would see me and wonder what I was doing. Shortly after sunrise I emerge from home to discover that Valiant has already departed, leaving solitary bottle of Jack Daniels in its wake. Discomfited, I load suitcases into car, hit road. As noted in post from November I have recently been listening to biography of Lynrd Skynrd. Maybe that explains why odd lyrics (mostly culled from Sknyrd’s That Smell) begin floating through my head:

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Smoke screen, you’re in the way

There’s too many schemes and too many scenes

Fear is welling up inside you

Ooooh that smell

Can’t you smell that smell

Ooooh that smell

Devil’s torment surrounds you

I motor on, driving into fog as memories spray windshield , drift over car. Sun rises behind cloud cover, wattage diminished by atmospheric conditions.

Misty morning and shining star

Choked scream, too much to say

There’s too much coke and too many jokes

Tears are welling up inside you

Ooooh that smell

Can’t you smell that smell

Ooooh that smell

Fermented death surrounds you

Car veers toward sidewalk, bounces off curb, parks. I pull out pad of paper, unsure if I want to remember strangely modified lyrics or not.

Angel of surcease is upon you,

Stuck a needle in your heart,

So take another toke, have a blow for your nose,

One more drink fool, will drown you..

Thoroughly rattled, I shut Pleather folio with defiance, as if I can escape verses just by expunging them onto paper. Words linger..

Much later – after work and after nightfall – I revisit Blonde Dahlia shoot. Original source material contains 789 unedited images, including those from same day filming of Black Magic Sexfight and POV Class A Blowjob. Inadvertently comedic aspect of some shots vanquishes dark clouds from my psyche. Below you see co-star Goldie giving her best male pornstar face, cumshot emitting from nozzle of plastic condiment bottle instead of dick, and condiment bottle resting in plain sight because we forgot to hide it.

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Afterward Goldie and I change outfits, proceed with other business (Black Magic Sexfight):

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Goldie departs and disgraced pageant queen Carrie Prejean shows up (POV Class A Blowjob):

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Above photos (aside from whiskey bottle at top) reflect how I spent Monday, September 26, 2011.  No wonder I have occasional bouts of madness.. and hear peculiar tunes inside my head. Just think of all the videos I have produced over the decades – constantly changing outfits, characters, locations, etc. So far this week I have wrestled legendary Robin of LesFemmesFatales.com and am now preparing for a round of custom videos which feature very imaginative storylines. Tomorrow I shall return to post new photos and answer blog comments. Hope everyone is having a great week!

XO Tanya



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Blonde Dahlia

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I have probably lost more than 3/4 of the content I’ve shot over the years.  Recently I came across photos from a shoot entitled Blonde Dahlia but couldn’t locate the video anywhere. Vague memories of the text description I’d written for the video loomed in my head, tormenting me. No record of those words seemed to exist anyplace on my computer, blogs, or various electronic devices. Frustrated, I wandered out onto a balcony atop my building. A truly monstrous green Plymouth Valiant lurked below.  It looked like someone had submerged it in a swamp for 20 years and then driven it back into civilization. Immediately I pulled out a pad and began writing:

Blonde Dahlia

Water-logged behemoth floats toward fishermen in Gulf of Mexico. Upper right headlight peers at them like seaborne monster scouting prey. Men drop rods and flee. Recent Hurricane Geneva has deposited unusual debris near shoreline but this metal wreckage carries strong presentiment of evil.

Slime green coche,
Rociada con seafoam,
Dripping with algae.

Border town authorities hear talk, eventually extract 1970 Plymouth Valiant from water. Pristine, white dahlia flutters unnoticed to ground as salvage crew uses crowbar to pry open trunk. Blonde hair, slight movement inside vehicle cause lead investigator to freeze, scarcely able to believe that any life could stir within bestial, drifting sepulcher..

Angry God,
Electrified ocean,
Entrega la sirena blanca,
A la salvacion.

(Tanya Danielle stars in Blonde Dahlia, a tale of survival in which American damsel relives trials, tribulations suffered at hands of fiendish predator: handcuffs, breast press, masked intruder, strap-on dildo put to multiple uses, unusual BDSM implements, cumshot. Co-produced by Paolo.)

Not sure why I was writing in Spanglish but I saved the words inside my computer under the title “Blonde Dahlia” and began re-editing the photos. Yesterday, finally ready to post the gallery at TanyaTV.com, I searched my computer for the story and somehow came up with the original Blonde Dahlia text that I wrote around 2010 or so.

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The gold 1973 El Camino rolls to a stop. Heavy footsteps advance toward it from across a gravel driveway. A man’s gruff voice orders someone to make sure that the street is clear. The speaker waits a beat and then pulls back a tarp which covers the rear of the vehicle. A startled expression registers on his face. He stares at the woman who lies motionless inside of the El Camino’s bed. Coarse ropes bind each of her wrists and ankles to metal rings. This lady seems different than her predecessors. Somehow she radiates a clean, wholesome energy even though her eyes express nothing but cold resignation. Her aura discomfits him, triggers a latent sensation of remorse that he would like to dismiss as soon as it surfaces. He freezes for a few tortured seconds and then manages to squelch all emotion as he sets about freeing her from her restraints. The hostage does not speak. She seems to realize the futility of words. Some of the others had begged. After untying her the man jerks her upward and then onto the pavement. She blinks in the strong sunlight, taking in her surroundings without any perceptible change in demeanor. A large sign spells out “Geneva Motel” in colorful block letters. It looms above the desolate, three-story building which encircles them. “Don’t get any ideas.” her captor tells her in a flat tone of voice. “There is no one around here who will help you. And don’t even think about running. I’m good at picking off moving targets.” Without waiting for a response he grabs her by the elbow and propels her up an outdoor staircase. As they enter unit 214 of the abandoned motel the woman sees that someone is using it as a cramped living space. Camel cigarette butts overflow from an ashtray, empty bottles spill out of several trash cans, and a paperback book lies open on the bed. Incongruously, a vase containing two fresh, yellow flowers sits atop a small table. Her eyes stay glued to the flowers. “She’s here, Leroy.” the man calls out to an unseen person. “I’m going to lock the door behind her.” When her escort takes off the woman hears the sound of running water. A few seconds later a man, presumably Leroy, emerges from a bathroom wearing black pants, a black shirt, and a ski mask. The hostage barely reacts to his presence. Her senses are stupefied beyond shock. “Look at you.. ” Leroy says with a singsong lilt in his voice. “You will do.. You will do just fine.. ” The woman offers no response. “What’s your name?” Leroy prods her. She remains silent. “Wait.. I don’t want to know your name.. ” he surprises himself by saying. A notion has begun germinating in his mind and he grows progressively enamored of it as he studies her. Suddenly his gaze shifts to the vase of yellow flowers and then back to her eyes. Leroy and the woman regard each other for a few long beats and she sees her own reflection in the visor of his mask. “It just came to me.” he reveals. “You are the Dahlia. I will call you the Blonde Dahlia.. “

Amazing how time passes and nothing stays the same. Even that motel dumped its cool, 1960s-era color block sign and replaced it with this:

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Sometimes I feel like life moves on without me. In any case, I have posted a portion of the original Blonde Dahlia gallery at TanyaTV.com. After removing all the Geneva Motel exterior shots I had hoped to insert a pic or two of the Plymouth which inspired the second story. That creepy vehicle still prowls my neighborhood but I haven’t had the nerve to pull out a camera..

XO Tanya



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