From The Pocket Of Daisy Duxe: Buy The Ticket, Take The Ride
When you say “bikini bar” where I am from in Valdosta, GA the worst possible images come to mind. Our local bikini bars were the closest you could get to a strip club outside of www.daisyduxeentertainmet.com. Discussing a local Valdosta bikini bar often sounded more like a strip-club horror film. But one step into Big Foot Lounge in Rockford, IL and my thoughts of a bikini bar quickly turned to more of a strip club like Willie Wonka’s candyland. Beautiful, lean & sexy women were like fountains of white chocolate(personally my favorite) streaming around poles with amazing artistry. At times the fountains would erupt like the Bellagio with women performing together winding around the pole and each other as if they were joined together. After two nights feasting on this buffet of sexiness and all the while being turned on by these women it dawned on me that I hadn’t seen a nipple (aside from the pain I travel with) in two days. However, there was an ample supply of young, round, well-tailored ass displayed in a variety of thongs, boy-bottoms, tiny skirts and lacy panties…the view from a chair across the room made you never want to stand up again (for more than one reason).
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I have to backup for a moment and revisit my 10 days up North in Connecticut, New Hampshire and Long Island, NY. I started my fun at Stagedoor Johnny’s. I had a friend who is from New Haven, CT ask if it was still a big dark room with seats circled around the stage. Well, yes Virginia it still is a titty bar! But oh the fun had on that stage…and off that stage for that matter. If you can dream it, fantasize it, pretend it or even fake it…it can be done on the backdoor stage at Stagedoor Johnny’s. Id like to see the mental images going through your head right now!
When you think serious hardcore bdsm porn New Hampshire is probably not your first thought. But in the beauty of New Hampshire lies basement where I have been enlightened many times as to what the fans of wasteland.com get off on! Most of which are things I never dreamed of doing. See, I’ve learned that I am vanilla, because I do not explore the bdsm lifestyle in my personal life; therefore, making my work for my friends at www.wasteland.com better “must see TV” than NBC could ever dream of broadcasting. Spanking, tazers, tape, rope and even a vibrator that requires an extension cord. Of course, for those of you that world much rather see me in the passionate, seductive and romantic roles that you cannot see on Days of Our Lives or As The World Turns check out the very sexy www.sssh.com. The best of both extremes all shot in once place…New Hampshire…whoda thunk it?
As an entertainer myself I have reflected on the losses we had in the mainstream entertainment industry this week. The gorgeous Farrah Faucet, the voice of Johnny Carson Mr. Ed McMahon and of course the ground-breaking Michael Jackson. I’ve even been inspired by the destruction of Jon & Kate Plus 8. All were entertainers who had a peak in their careers before a steady decline. It gives birth to the following thoughts….Did they take time to enjoy the memories on their rise to fame or did they constantly work so hard to get there that they missed the very scenic ride to the top. Much like riding a roller coaster…an amusement park displays cool images on the ride up. When you reach the top of a roller coaster there is a short pause at the top just long enough for you to realize “holy crap”, I’m at the the top. Did these memorable have that scary yet joyous “holy crap” moment when they reached the top. For me coming down a roller coaster drop starts with my arms up confident that I can enjoy the dive feeling free and weightless, but I quickly grab the rail trying to not lose control or dignity(throwing up tosses all dignity off the ride completely). Some entertainers get so caught up in enjoying the ride that they throw their arms up on the ride down from the top feeling invincible and by the time the ride is over they contain no fragment of what they were when they bought the ticket for the ride.
A normal person seeking adventure and thrills on what they thought was a harmless ride. No matter if you’re getting a ticket for the small, slow & steady kiddie coaster or the monsterous coaster that reaches heights like you’ve never seen…look around on the way up, enjoy the beautiful views you would have never seen if you’d never bought a ticket to start with. Once you pause at the top, take a breath…realize that you are higher than you’ve ever been and enjoy it.
Take pictures, flash people, wave to people, encourage them to buy a ticket, direct them to the ticket counter, and let them know you’ll be waiting for them on the other side. And finally on the way down, hold on! Remember you want to be recognizable at the end of the ride so your friends will know who you are!
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