Showing posts with label seattle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label seattle. Show all posts

I'm Behind, Behind...Here's Pics Of My Behind



If you haven't already guessed, it's just been all about me and my almost-every-night webcam routine and little else since I last blogged. Eat, sleep, take the dog out for a walk, pet the cats, kiss BigD, cam, cam, cam! I love camming, really, I do, but this schedule I've been on has been a bit much. 100% necessary to my financial survival, mind you, but it hasn't been leaving me with much time to smell the roses.

So it's about time I started gambling. No, not of the playing poker variety -- of the stripclub variety. I *want* to remain optimistic about the club conditions here, and there are many, many more clubs to choose from than in the last state we lived in, but I think my standards are just awful high. I don't want to work in a stripclub masquerading as a whore-house (because I'd so just make the jump to be a straight up "working girl" & head on out to the Bunny Ranch if that's what I wanted) and obviously I don't want to work at a dead club where I can't make any money because I always count on making *something* webcamming. Or at least not ending the night *owing* money which is one of things that happens when you're an exotic dancer.



I've been waiting patiently for the sucky for sales post-Christmas period to be over before I even attempt to scope any of the SoCal stripclubs out, and I think this week is the week. I'm SUPER nervous, but I've missed being a stripper too much to not try. It was a job that I actually felt like I was getting *better* at before we moved away from Memphis to stripper-hostile Seattle where I couldn't put myself at risk of arrest for such little reward. (I STILL don't get how a rough town like Memphis can be safer for a girl to get naked on a stage for pay in than Seattle, but whatever, I'm not there to concern myself with it anymore.)



My ideal is to find a good club that I can work two, three, or four nights a week and then still cam or work on my sites the remaining nights while being able to afford a day off or even *two* days off most weeks. Heck, if I'm being that positive, maybe I'll EVEN be able to take a vacation at some point. (Not holding my breath here, but ya never know, lol.) I'm sure those of you who work for yourself know where I'm coming from with all of this schedule talk.



I'd like to take a moment before I hit "Publish Post" to say thank you to those who've maintained their subscriptions to either or both of my sites, the "main" one AmberLily.net and the foot fetish only version NymphFeet.com. For what they've lacked in photo gallery and video updates, I like to feel like I've made up for with unlimited access to my PrivateCamz archives that update damn near everyday and my regular one-hour Camz Group Shows. That's where all of these webcam shots have come from, one of last night's one-on-one sessions. That page on my site has an outdated number of shows now. As of February 11th 2010 I'm now over 3400 shows. Wowie, does that seem like a lot or what? So, please enjoy those as I *continue* to get my computer issues squared away. (Yup, I've not yet figured out how to afford a new computer on my present budget so that I have a decent machine to work on while I try to fix all of the broken computers -- cuz, man, are they ever freaking broken. Ugh.)

And I will keep you posted on how the return to exotic dancing is going or if it's even going at all. No worries there, my SoCal friends. If I can find the right place, I'll fer sure want you to come out and play with me in person.

Finally Moving Home To SoCal

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Gone Fishing, Geeking Out & Being Way Hot

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Nope, Not Warm Enough To Go Swimming Yet



Even if it's not warm enough here in the Pacific Northwest for us UNfeathered types to take a dip, you won't hear Boy Duck and his companion Girlfriend Duck complaining. These two ducks are regulars at our apartment complex's pool. How do I know they're regulars? Well, since the Exercise Room is frequently closed with all of the remodeling this place is doing, I've started going on walks to help make sure I'm getting *some* kind of exercise and fresh air. I see Boy Duck almost every day I'm out. I wouldn't imagine that the chlorinated water would be good for them, but I'm not sure that there even IS that much going on chemical-wise since no one else is using the pool. Or probably even will until maybe next month. So Boy Duck and Girlfriend Duck have the place to themselves, and they give me something to look forward to after I've huffed and puffed my way up and down the steep nearby hills. I made sure to bring my camera with me this last time so I should share what a great couple they make.



I hope that everyone is enjoying their Memorial Day Weekend!

There's No Place Like Home

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Seattle Feet, Brrr, Cold Feet

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Back In Seattle

Just a quickie post to let ya'll know that I'm back in Seattle. BigD's still down in SoCal for the time being, so many loose ends to tie up. I will be making a more wordy blog entry with all that's going on, or maybe even a video entry because that might be easier, but I did want to let everyone know that we're both doing okay.

I do have some happy news to report (which is new for those of you who don't follow my tweets) -- We've got a new addition to our household: a new cat! BigD's mom had an affectionate black and white long-haired kitty named "Fancy Pants" that flew home with me on Monday. (Boy, was that ever an experience. I've flown cats before but as cargo not as an in-cabin passenger.) So far, Fancy has been shy with our cats, but that's a good sign. Better shy than aggressive with lots of cat-fighting, I say. She's only 3 years old, so I'm hopeful that after she gets used to us, she'll be a playmate to our 2 year old Captain. And yes, Fancy makes us a four-cat household. My crazy cat lady status has indeed been reinforced. As if there were any doubts!

And now I'm off to watch Lost even though some East Coast fucktards have already spoiled part of tonight's episode for me because they were in my twitter's timeline and felt the need to give blow by blow details. Surest way to get me to unfollow you: spoilers with no warning of spoilers. I didn't do it when I was in an earlier timezone and demand the same courtesy. :)

Preparing For The Snow

(There was more to this entry, but it didn't save properly, and I don't have the muster in my pre-coffee state to try to rewrite it back into its former glory.)


Or "The Blizzard" as the case may be according to a couple of news and weather sources online.

I wanted to pop in and blog about the *new* free tour of AmberLily.net be up for all to travel through, but I wanted to do it as the same time that the members side was finished too. And, well, being that I'm me and that I'm always filled with good intentions, the members side isn't done yet. Oh! I also wanted to have a new gallery of pictures for members that's was supposed to be done all at the same time too. Talk about loading myself up with too much, lol.

The bulk of "my work day" (or maybe I should say "work afternoon" and "work night" since I'm nestled quite nicely back on my night owl schedule) is chock full of emailing members and private show customers or chatting with them via messenger AND THEN climbing aboard a private webcam system to actually perform on cam. The webcam girl part of myself is pretty satisfied with this routine, but the webmaster part is annoyed with not getting those pages up, the photo gallery posted. I always want to do more, more, more. Large amounts of coffee and leaving the house only a couple of times a week gets me pretty far... So bear with me as I continue to rebuild.

You may be reading this and wondering, well, if I hardly leave the house as it is, then WHY does it even matter that those of us living in the Seattle area are about to get snowed/iced in for a week? To that I say, see, it doesn't really matter -- UNLESS I want to have a happy hubby who can get to his work so that he's not behind at the office and because my paychecks delivered to my private snail mail box (which now that I've moved isn't going to be easy to get to). Yeah, except for that bored/restless BigD situation and the paycheck/banking issue, I guess in most ways my day-to-day isn't going to be terribly affected providing my internet connection holds up okay.

So yesterday when the roads were open, BigD and I went out to stock up on groceries and see about getting tire chains for his truck. We would have survived with the food stuff we've got in the house; our pantry is loaded with large-sized bags of rice that are for "The End Times" as BigD is fond of saying. You never know when there will be a natural disaster or a zombie invasion, so it's better to be prepared. The auto parts store we are closest to was long since sold out of the chains for his truck's tires, but they did have some for my car so we got those. Neither one of us is terribly familiar with such things having both grown up in Southern California where snow is purely optional. In So Cal, if you want to see experience snow bad enough, all you need do is find a way up to Big Bear and voila -- pretty pretty snow. Or you can stay within the comfort of the valley and see it coat the mountain tops.

I'm sure to be making lots and lots of tweets via my twitter (see over there at the right?) or you can always hit my twitter page direct if you want to be kept up-to-date with what's going on during our snow storm. I know that I'm not the only one living in a snowy climate, so everyone else, you stay warm too!

My Bedroom's View



I'm in the middle of doing some housework but wanted to share this pretty view from my bedroom window. Doesn't it look as if I live atop a beautiful forest? Well, I do, kinda. A small patch of forest that's right next to a super high traffic street that noisy traffic flows up and down at all hours of the day and night. *Le Sigh*

Today was one of those sunny AND rainy summer days that we have here in Seattle. We went out for hot dogs and to pick up a few clothing items that BigD needs for an upcoming business trip. Rather than feeling lonely, I'm looking forward to some time apart because I'll be able to (I hope) get lots of photo and video shooting done. It might be my only opportunity to do so before I have to start packing everything back up into cardboard boxes. Plus, whenever he's gone, it's time for me to break out all of the horror movies and chick flicks that he doesn't want to watch. I'm pretty behind on all things scary, actually. This summer's been mostly about sci-fi/comic book movies, hasn't it?

But I'm really *dying* to catch up on those flicks featured at Horror Fest 2007. The films from the 2006, the first year of After Dark's "8 Films To Die For," were surprisingly entertaining, even if a few of them were more camp than scare. One of them, Unrest even boasted having actual human cadavers. I mean, c'mon, even though it's not like summer blockbuster good -- how many movies can say that? (I know, I know, I'm overly-morbid to even point it out as a selling point, but it totally works for me. Hot chick medical students dealing with vengeful souls not at rest with real dead human bodies in the background? Give it to me! Just out of curiosity, has anyone seen any of the features from 2007? Where should I start first?

Gotta get back to the laundry now...

Recent Adventures In Naked Girl Watching, Part One



Finally! Something exciting to blog about: my recent trip to Seattle's famous Lusty Lady and a visit to the DejaVu at the airport in Tukwila. I'd been saying for months that I wanted to get out and see for myself what the dealio was with adult entertainment/strip clubs in Washington, and now, I have a much better idea.

And yes, dear friends, the strip club I visited here doesn't hold a candle to those clubs in Memphis that I worked at. I realize now that I will always think of PP and The Pony fondly even if they weren't "perfect" or totally appreciated by the locals (who assumed such freedoms were enjoyed at every club anywhere). The existing clubs back there (like so many other places I don't know of specifically around the U.S) are still fighting the good fight to not be over-regulated into extinction. Naked boobies and buns and booze all within close proximity to other folks who like the the three B's -- ISN'T a bad thing. When will people just let grown-ups BE grown-ups already? I'm over-simplifying, of course, there's a few other factors that come into play in this industry, but it's become abundantly clear that I quite probably gave up one of the most fun and yet at the same time most challenging jobs of my life when I moved here. (I'm also pretty sure that those of you who DO follow what I'm up to are sick and tired of me whining and complaining and carrying on about how I miss being a stripper, so I'm making a vow, right now, to make these last posts that I do that. I'm also making a conscious effort to not talk about it during my live webcam shows unless specifically asked about it too. It has been about four months, and I need to be more "over it" already.) I'll have to live vicariously through the stripper blogs on the net like everyone else, lol.

So, onward and upward!

My, my how the Lusty Lady was fun! It's not a strip club, per se, it's a peep show -- an entirely different animal altogether. My very first live and in person peep show, it probably has more in common with what I'm doing now to earn a living (as an adult webcam performer) than anything else. I'm sure to not have all the right terminology down, so do forgive me, but here's what I liked about it: real live girls dancing naked right before my very eyes! Three girls were working the main dance area when BigD and I went a Saturday afternoon or two ago. They were all dancing in the same red-carpeted, but very well lit room that's surrounded by small, one-person only booths. There are two kinds of booths (or maybe it's more descriptive to call them "stalls" since you can easily see if a booth is vacant or not because feet are still visible as the doors don't go all the way to the floor). "One Way" and "Two Ways" are exactly the same except for one notable difference: in a two-way, the girls can see you and you can see the girls, but in a one-way, you can see the girls but the girls can't see you because there's a one-way mirror as the window into the dance room. After BigD and I walked around and figured out, much to our dismay, that couples have to split up to enjoy the entertainment, so we each chose booths nearby one another and feed our five-dollar bills into the machines inside our booths. Low and behold, the screen covering the window opens and the naked dancing girls get right up to the glass and do all of those stripper dance maneuvers that I miss doing. *Sigh* Leg twirls here, a bootie shake there. There's no "take it off, take it all off" because they start already naked. (That partially disappoints me because I do so enjoy watching the slow removal of various lingerie items.) A fiver gets you 15 minutes of viewing time, if I'm remembering that correctly. The musical selections vary and occasionally we heard a voice over the loud speakers reminding us that the use of cellphones and cameras are strictly prohibited. Quarters also work in the peep show booths, so the only other noise I remember hearing was the clanging sound of the coin changer machine being worked over-time down the hall. No talking, whispering, groaning or moaning from my fellow peepers. (Some of whom were surely jerking off to the sight of naked dancing girls because the building does indeed smell heavily of floor-cleaning disinfectant and of recently-erupted spooge.) Wanting to observe how the girls work but not wishing to draw extra attention to myself because I'm a chick too, I happily peeped away in a One Way and then met up with BigD (who had chosen a Two Way) in the hall.

We came prepared with a travel-sized package of disinfecting wet wipes, so after we left the building, we cleaned out hands, and had nice Mexican lunch not half a block away. How cool the Lusty Lady's location is, right across the street from a major museum and smack dab in the middle of all kinds of walking-traffic. It's not hidden in some dark alley. It hasn't been forced shamedly to the outskirts of town -- it's right freaking there for all to see!

BigD and I shared the same interest in one particular dancer, a hot Asian girl with a cute haircut, a great figure, and a slow-moving sensuality that was just so beautiful to see in action. According to the board near the front that has snapshots of the dancers and their stage names, our favorite was a dancer named "Guilty" -- a name I've never heard over the loud speakers in the clubs I've worked at. I love it when I hear a name I've never encountered before. Because it's not "taken" I don't have any other records in my memory bank to confuse myself with while summoning mental images of dancers I've known previously. Nothing has to get jumbled up with the hundred or so women I used to work with and that are in there. Admittedly, some of them I'd much rather forget.

After talking about how hot we thought Guilty was, we decided to take one more trip to the Lusty Lady before heading home. I felt comfortable in my original One Way, so I went back there, and BigD moved a little further way to a corner Two Way booth that was a bit roomier. Guilty was still slinking along to some Rolling Stones, and a new girl was coming on shift. We watched the new girl put on these striking over-the-knee bright green socks to cover her knee pads (not the first time I've seen this done -- I know first-hand exactly how hard dancing can be on your knees). Then Guilty moved closer to that corner booth area that I knew BigD was in, and the new girl approached mine. Then she did something quite unexpected. She put her hands to the one-way mirror and peered inside my booth! Awww, shucks! My secret identity was no longer secret! I laughed, and she told me I was cute and that it was a mistake for me to be in a One Way. "You should be in a Two Way because we'd all be over dancing for you!" she cooed at me. I was still thankful to be in a One Way because I *know* I was blushing. Me, a seasoned stripper... Yup. This green-socked vixen danced for me until my time ran out, my screen came down, and I found myself alone in the hallway waiting for BigD again. Another viewer exited his booth and spotted me and was about to come over to me -- probably to hit on me or talk to me about my kinky dykey voyeuristic ways, so I jumped back into the safety of my booth. I stood there in the darkness for a few moments until I heard another booth's door open and shut. Figuring it to be BigD finally done feeding dollars into the machine for Guilty, I emerged, and we walked over to the girl in the Private Show booth to read the sign and see what the rules were for that. This specific part of the peep show has got to be *just like* what I do within the comforts of my own home on webcam -- one-on-one private shows where the performer gets naked, plays with toys, engages in fantasy roleplaying or just chatters away for a per minute fee. Again, I think the rules are only one customer in the Private Show Booth, and it wasn't really in our budget because we knew we were going to hit the DejaVu later that evening, so we moseyed on out of the Lusty Lady and into the late afternoon sunlight with big grins on our faces. I think we argued the whole way back to the parking garage on *who* got more time oogling Guilty up close. (She'd spent a significant amount of time dancing directly in front of *my* One Way on our first trip in, I had to remind him.)

The Lusty Lady was a fun, unique experience that I'd love to do again. I'd recommend it to anyone who plans to visit Seattle and wants to do something a little naughty because it's not a huge monentary investment if you don't like it, and there are other places of interest like Pike Place Market that is just a hop and a skip from the Lusty Lady's doorstep.

Here's a couple of links about Seattle's Lusty Lady that I read before going that are enjoyable reads if my supreme wordiness hasn't tired your eyeballs out:

The Lusty Lady, Seattle, Washington - Not Your Average Establishment & Lusty Lady: A Seattle Panoram. And of course there's even a book, but I'm pretty darn sure that if you're *that* into learning more -- seeking it out on Amazon is a super cinch, and you don't need my help with that, lol.