Really? I have been here in Vegas the whole time. When I first started out blogging I remember following other sex-worker bloggers and I noticed how some would post every day, then only sometimes, and eventually fall off the face of the earth. No good-bye, just abandon their site.
I didn’t understand how that could happen, but I guess it happened to me, in a way. I still work, I’m still around town, I just… got a little bored with being online so much. Reading emails, replying, posting stuff, tweeting… it can be a lot of work and you don’t realize it—then other parts of your normal day get sidelined because you want to finish all of the other things as well. What I have been thinking is… I need a goal. Everyone needs a goal! Why am I doing this? I have been featured in many awesome publications and online sites, but I need something to fulfill my inner artist: Do something artistic… working towards a goal that many people and my long-time fans would enjoy.
So my idea? A book. Not just any book, but one that would feature stunning nudes and short stories to accompany them. I know many have told me over the years that I should write a book, but some novel length feature doesn’t interest me. So I am going to put some ideas together — a plan — and a maybe a Kickstarter-like project to get this sort of thing underway. I should have done this long ago!
And now… a picture! At last! So the story behind this quick shot was a funny one. I recently was sitting outside with a short skirt on at an outdoor restaurant with some chrome chairs that had holes in the seat. I sat chatting away for a few hours, but little did I know that the heat and sweat and gravity had pulled my skin through the little holes. It didn’t hurt at all, but the next day I turned around while getting out of the shower and thought “OH MY GOD” and imagined only the worst skin desease ever was attacking my butt. Then I realized, it was that dumb uncomfortable chair I sat in the night before that wanted something for me to remember it by. Sneaky chair!