Tree hugger, tofu eater, adult film star (and much worse that can’t be spoken!), deviant, sinner, pornographer, porn star, environmentalist, extremist.

What am I, anyways? And what else could I be called? I’m sure there are plenty of names that I haven’t heard that have been spoken behind my back. Otherwise, I’d include them here. It’s funny how someone can call me an adult film actress and say it with the utmost respect… then, when the fact that I’m in the industry makes that same person uncomfortable for one reason or another, or that person is mad at me for other reasons, they can call me the same thing, “Porn Star” in a manner of disgust and contempt.

The same person will lovingly call me a tree hugger when it suits them, and say it with contempt when it suits them as well. A guy can call me dirty names (whore) while we are in bed, and it’s a turn on, but that same guy can call me the same dirty name when I’m walking down the street, and I feel sorry for him for being so ignorant.

I’ve been called a lot of things, but who am I really? Yes, I’m all of those things I’ve been called at one time in my life or another. We all are. When some may consider me a whore for being an adult film star, I may consider that same person a whore for working for the last 18 years in a job that makes him completely unhappy. Others consider me a deviant, because they assume that I have sex for money. That’s actually not true, but, again, this is their ignorance. The sex I would have for free. I love it. What I actually get paid for is sharing my face with the world. I get paid for the social stigma that’s been placed on me for doing something I love to do. I get paid for being called a whore, not for actually BEING a whore.

My family gives me a lot of grief over being a vegetarian. I haven’t eaten red meat since I was 13 years old. I quit eating other animal products when I turned 18, and at this point, I don’t think it’s a “phase”. My mother actually told me that I eat the way I do just to “spite” her. Wow, did that come as a shock to me. My not eating meat is not because I have strong political beliefs about the mass killing of animals for profit. It’s not because I personally think it’s disgusting and it’s not because the thought of putting pork on my plate would be no different to me than putting my family dog on my plate, and it couldn’t possibly be because I feel we are ruining our environment with all the chemicals and steroids we pump into our animals before they are lead to the slaughter. Nope, it’s all just to spite my mother. And, so, my own family calls me tree hugger, environmentalist, and other priceless names when they are trying to put me down. I don’t take it too personally; I feel they are just hiding behind it. If they were to really look at the issues it would mean they would have to change, and who wants to do that?

I sleep well at night. I don’t do anything to hurt anyone — ever. Do as you will, but harm none is my motto. Yes, I am sexually open, but, never at the expense of other’s feelings. I have never been “the other woman”. I would never have sex with someone (even if I want to really, really bad), at the expense of someone else’s pain. If it’s going to cause someone pain, I won’t do it. I place as little wear and tear on our planet as I possibly can. Though I feel guilty about flying at times, and using fuel that is killing our planet, I also make a lot of my own household cleaners, I flush very few chemicals down my drain, I buy organic and I don’t buy genetically modified organisms — even if it is quite a bit more expensive. I consider these acts part of my donation to the planet. In addition, I try to educate others about how important our environment is and I contribute in good ways to society whenever I can. I also try to educate people on sexuality, and help rid them of the needless guilt our society has put on them.

I’m the black sheep in every way shape and form. I dance to my own tune, I walk to the beat of my own drummer and that makes me different. And though some in society look upon my way of living as honorable, some look down upon it. In both cases it’s me. It’s who I am. And I wear every label proudly.

Ok,
So, I thought it might be sort of fun to tell you some secret tidbits from behind the scenes. I think I might call this series “When no one is looking”.

Enchanted was a fun film starring Serenity, and my scene with Serenity is really hot! We are both in the splits using a double headed dildo, and we absolutely had a ton of fun shooting this movie. In fact, here is a behind the scenes shot of me on this film.

The other really fun thing about this film is that we both played witches, and Serenity turns Tom Byron into a rat. Well, when the shoot was over, I took the little guy home, and named him Tom………… and he was my pet for more than 4 years. I wonder if I ever told Tom I had a pet rat named after him. Oh well, I’m sure Tom Byron has been called worse. Cute little bugger he was (and so was the rat!)!

If you would like to see my scene in this film, or any of the scenes in this film, click on the photo to find out more!!

Have you been to country yet? You gotta go! It might happen that you will find a beauty in Latex who is giving herselve to her Rubber-lover! That is a must see.

Love,
Jackie

I had the WEIRDEST DREAM last night! I was at this bar full of lesbians, and I had a ROCKING hot body, like, a better fitness body than I’ve ever even had. There was this pool full of water and we could swim in it, but, in order to get up into the bar you had to pull yourself up (with hot rippling muscles), and walk through a waterfall. On the other side was a bar, so, anyone who showed up at this bar was soaking wet.

(Ha! wet lesbians!, how funny!). Anyways, they served all sorts of weird flavors at the bar, like, pineapple chipolte drinks. And little snacks that would be flavors you would never think to put together, like banana onion crackers. And apple garlic toast. Just really strange stuff. And everyone was having a great time. (Of course, it was all women).

One of the lesbians at the bar was psychic. She could tell you EVERYTHING about your life. Your past, your future, everything. But, rather than reading palms, she read labias. She had read everyone’s labia at the bar, and she was spot on. Exactly correct about everyone. I was excited to know my future, so, I stood up on the bar and pulled my pussy out and showed her (and everyone) at the bar my labia. She was just getting ready to tell me my future when I woke up. Damn! Who knows, I might have even gotten some action had I not be interrupted!

So, there you know the strange workings of my brain. It’s always really strange! Maybe someday I’ll tell you about the dream where I was babysitting David Bowie’s pet lions.

Love,
Jackie