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I feel like blogging, despite having nothing to say, so I’ll warn you in advance that this is going to be mostly nonsense.

I can’t believe it’s been a month since I had my boob job. It was something that I built up in my head as being such a huge deal, and then it was all over and it was so easy and now it’s like they’re just a regular old part of me (a particularly awesome part, mind you). I saw my plastic surgeon this week for my four week post-op check up, and he said that I’m recovering extremely well and that I’ve healed a lot faster than most patients do from this particular procedure, which probably means I’m very healthy, so that is some really good news! It also means I can finally stop wearing my hideous brown post-op support bra, and start wearing pretty bras again. I went shopping this week and bought three gorgeous sets, and I can’t wait to wear them in a shoot! I can’t believe how hard it is to find bras in my size now though, most manufacturers don’t go up to a 12E/34E.

It’s come to that time of year where the private party stripping scene curls up and dies for a few months, which means I have to try to curb my shopping habit. Most of my work comes from bachelor parties, and since nobody gets married when it’s cold and wet, June tends to be a pretty shitty month for those of us in the naked entertainment industry! As much as it sucks not earning much money, it is kinda nice to have a bit of a break from the chaotic summer weekends where we have to rush around to 10 parties a night!

I’m really looking forward to the upcoming summer and the craziness of work that will come with it. Starting up the Candy Kittens duo show is one of the best things that’s happened to me in terms of stripping, and we’ve got so much exciting promo stuff planned. I really hope that at some point it becomes lucrative enough for us to take the show interstate – Hunter and I are both very business-minded, motivated people so I think we have a lot of potential. The blonde hair and big boobs probably doesn’t hurt us, either. ;)

Here’s a pic I found of a cat, it makes me laugh so hard. Cats are seriously the most awesome thing ever.

dragonkitty

And here’s another pic from the photography exhibition launch party that I spoke about in my last entry. This is Annemarie, the owner of Addora Live, and I. I think it’s really pretty. :)

ashlee adams addora live

xox

This time in three weeks I will be just getting home from my breast implant surgery. Holy fucking shit. I feel pretty overwhelmed by it all, it seems like only a week ago I was saying to myself, “Only nine weeks til my boob job!” Time really does fly by. I’ve got most of it paid off now, so I can focus on saving money for the time I will need to take off work. I feel so relieved that I’m going to be financially secure throughout this, I have to admit I was pretty stressed. Going blonde was the best decision I ever made – my income has literally tripled since I crossed to the light side, and had I stayed brunette I’d have never saved up enough cash in time.

I haven’t updated this thing for a while, I guess I’ve been pretty busy. If you follow my Facebook or Twitter you’ll know I spent last week in Christchurch, New Zealand, working at a fun little club called Calendar Girls. Despite the fact that I generally dislike working in strip clubs, I actually had a really great time. The management are lovely, most of the girls who work there regularly are super friendly and welcoming, and it was great to catch up with some of the friends I made when I worked there in June last year. The club has such a fun, party atmosphere. I got up close and personal with many a tequila shot!

I started serious kickboxing classes tonight, and it was so much fun. It kinda sucks that I’m only going to be able to do it for three weeks before I’m out of action for a month or more! Hunter (my Candy Kittens strip show partner) and I are on a mission to get in great shape over winter so we can shoot some really hot pics together and really dominate the Adelaide stripper scene haha.

Speaking of photo shoots, I shot yesterday with Kathryn Thomas for an exhibition on fetish and sexuality that is going to be displayed at the cutest little adult store in Adelaide, Addora Live, in late May. I’ll have some more details on the exhibition closer to the date!

Mm well that’s all I have to say right now haha. Apologies for not really having anything of interest to talk about at the moment! I’ll leave you with a photo of me molesting the wall at Calendar Girls :)

Ashlee Adams

xox

Do you ever sit down and think to yourself, “I wonder, exactly how many people in this world have seen me naked?” I suppose if you haven’t spent the last seven years of your life removing your clothing in front of strangers professionally, chances are you probably haven’t.

The number would have to be in the hundreds of thousands. Although these days I only really strip at private parties on Saturday nights, I spent many years working five nights a week in busy strip clubs that would regularly be visited by hundreds of patrons in a single night. At the Crazy Horse, for example, I would work four to five nights a week and during the course of a night I would perform at least three full nude strip shows on stage. So that’s already hundreds of guys seeing me nude each night, without even counting lap dances and table dances.

And then, of course, there’s all the nude modelling I’ve done. Between the naked photos of me that are all over the internet, and magazine spreads such as Penthouse, the number of people who have seen me naked in photo form would be unimaginable. Throw in a few major events like featuring at Sexpo where I performed for literally 1000+ people and appearing in a Miss Nude Australia documentary that got shown internationally, etc etc… I honestly think it could even be possible that a million people have seen me naked.

It’s pretty crazy to think about it like that. I wish there was some way for me to find out the exact number. Not that it really matters, but it’d be cool to know just for curiosity’s sake :)

Anyway, to break up all the text I’ve been posting on here lately, here’s a pic of my ass in denim shorts. Hoorah!

Photo 28

Love, Ashlee Adams (the serial naked chick)

So today marks exactly nine weeks until I get breast implants. One one hand it seems like it’s still so far away, yet on the other it seems like it will all be upon me in no time at all!

Right now I can’t decide if I’m feeling more excited or more terrified, but one thing I am certain I am feeling is pride in myself. Breast implants are something I have been considering for six years now, but I have backed out of previous arrangements due to my overwhelming phobia of all things medical. Now that I’m at a point where I have committed to this and there really is no backing out, I feel really proud of myself for taking a step towards overcoming something that has been a major fear in my life for as long as I can remember.

No matter how much people try to comfort me, I can not seem to shake my deathly fear of general anaesthetic. I’m not entirely sure what I am scared of, considering I am paying a lot of money to have a highly trained professional anaesthetist overlook my procedure so I’m probably not going to die or anything. Perhaps it is just a fear of the unknown. From what I can gather, it seems to be a pretty common fear.

The thing that really baffles me is that back when I used to party, I was an avid fan of a drug called ketamine, which is the general anaesthetic used by veterinarians to put animals under for surgery. I never had any fears or hesitations whatsoever about railing lines of ketamine that could’ve been mixed with god knows what, but the thought of being anaesthetised by a professional in a controlled situation using a substance made for humans absolutely fucking terrifies me???

I think maybe it’s the idea of having a needle in me that really scares me, because I am and always have been scared of needles. Maybe I should just ask if I can snort the general anaesthetic?! Haha…

Going into this as someone who has never been to hospital, never had surgery and never even had stitches, I feel pretty overwhelmed. In hindsight I feel extremely glad that I decided to go with the more expensive surgeon, because I trust him entirely and I feel safe in his hands. I believe peace of mind is worth the extra $3000.

The countdown to my brand new boobies has begun.

These past few weeks I truly have been feeling amazing. After going through a bit of an unstable patch with my body image around October last year and feeling like I may have been reaching the end of my naked journey, I have turned things around completely and am back with a vengeance!

My stripper mojo is back in full force, and lately I’ve felt like I am performing better than I ever have before. Rather than trying to remember to force myself to smile while dancing because my brain is running wild with thoughts of, “They’re all looking at my stomach and thinking how fat I am,” I have found myself smiling without even thinking about it because I have genuinely been having fun and feeling good. It’s very refreshing. Without wanting to sound too conceited, I really have been doing some great shows the last few weekends!

I feel like I am about to embark on a new chapter of my stripping career. I am very excited for next weekend’s debut of my new duo show, “The Candy Kittens,” with the gorgeous Miss Hunter Moore. I really believe that her and I will make a dynamic team and the earning potential for us will be huge. Not to mention we look totally hot together ;)

Why oh why do I ever go through phases of being too lazy for the gym?! My attitude towards life is so much more positive when I’m working out and eating well. 

Between my new hair, new body, new boobs (in 9 weeks, eeek!) and new attitude, I feel like a brand new person… and I love the new me :)

Note – This is actually a blog I wrote last year for the Australian Penthouse website, but since I’m blogging on my own site now I thought I’d repost it here.

Gender Wars

Okay… not wars, exactly. Just interesting differences.

The idea for this blog was sparked by a rather entertaining conversation I had with my workmate Lauren last week. For those of you who don’t follow my online exploits and don’t know what I do to occupy my days, I work in the office for an adult entertainment agency. It is my job to manage the male stripper half of the business, whilst Lauren manages the girls. The other day we were looking over both booking folders and saying how it’s funny how so many women book literally 6-8 months in advance, yet guys tend to leave it to the last minute. However, nine times out of ten guys will spend at least double what the girls will – it is extremely rare that girls at a hen’s night will ever book more than one male stripper, but it’s common for guys organising a buck’s night to get three topless waitresses and multiple strip shows ranging from mild to very, very wild. Lauren questioned why this is, and I think the answer is quite simple….

Girls don’t like looking at guys as much as guys like looking at girls.

Sure, I can look at a guy and appreciate him for having a pleasing physical appearance, but does it turn me on? Not exactly. I’ve had this conversation with many girlfriends over the years, and not one of us has ever said they’d even consider masturbating to pictures of naked men. Penises just don’t do it for us. Don’t get me wrong, I love dick, but for me it’s got a lot more to do with who it’s attached to than the actual organ itself. If someone tried to start a magazine for women containing pictures of naked men, I think the only people who would buy it would be gay guys. While it’s entirely commonplace for guys to jerk off while looking at a picture of some faceless, anonymous vagina, I can honestly admit that I have never once in my life felt even slightly aroused after looking at a picture of a penis.

Continuing our conversation, I made note of the differences in the types of shows we offer. A popular show on our list for the female strippers is the “Masturbation Show” where the girl strips naked and touches herself til she fakes (?) an orgasm, because let’s be honest, guys like watching chicks get off. But let’s reverse that, and consider a male masturbation show. If we were to add this to our list of services, I would be prepared to bet a very large sum of money that it would NEVER get booked because I don’t know a single girl who wants to sit in a group with her girlfriends and cheer while watching a tanned, muscular stranger rub one out. On a similar note, the female dildo shows are extremely popular, but if we offered a comparable male service we’d have a guy standing there fucking a Fleshlight, and, yeah, well… you get the point.

I find it interesting how men and women can be such different creatures. As humans it is natural for us to be sexual beings, yet the way we feel and express it can be absolutely nothing alike. It’s a crazy world we live in.

Love, Ashlee Adams

xox

If you’ve been keeping an eye on my other online haunts, you’ll know I’m in the process of going blonde. It’s really exciting. A lot of people find it hard to believe, but I’m actually a natural blonde and the dark hair is something I’ve been faking for around six or seven years. I was so fed up with having to put a fresh colour in my hair every three weeks because my re-growth was SO light against the black that it would look like I was either bald or going grey! I had my second round of bleaching done today and I am thrilled with the result. I still want to go much lighter, but I am so happy with it so far. I feel so much prettier!

Ashlee Adams

Ashlee Adams

I’ve had a mixed reaction to my new hair, but so far most of it has been positive. I’ve actually had a lot of people questioning my decision to become a blonde and get breast implants, wondering why I would change so drastically when people became a fan of me for not being that way. Here’s the simple answer… I don’t live my life for my fans. I guess that sounds harsh, and believe me I truly do appreciate every single person who follows my adventures on the internet, but I am not going to not do what I want to do just because some of my fans don’t want me to. I’m aware that I’m probably going to lose some fans over my decision, but I know the people who truly enjoy my work won’t care if my hair is different or if I enhance my bust, because I’m still me!

Here, have a random booty shot.

Ashlee Adams

I have booked my breast implant surgery for May 4th… and since that just happens to be Star Wars Day, I thought it only appropriate that I name my new boobies my R2DD2’s. I’ve decided to go with 350CC round cohesive silicone gel implants, over the muscle, which should take me to a nice DD. I am so super excited. And totally nervous. Haha I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t already freaking the fuck out about the surgery!

I don’t really have anything interesting to say, so here’s a couple of pole dancing pics. I am getting so close to doing a split against the pole!

Ashlee Adams

Ashlee Adams

Ashlee Adams x

Trying to get back into the swing of things at the gym this week. I fell off the wagon a bit during the week of Australia Day, and thanks to a horrendous amount of alcohol and bad food it was hard for me to drag myself back because I felt so gross and sluggish. I trained with my personal trainer this morning, and did one of the best upper body workouts I think I have ever done. He’s started me on the bench press recently, I’m only benching 27.5kg (60.5 lbs) at this stage but I am moving up pretty quickly. Haha this totally makes me sound like I’m trying to become a body builder or something. I’m not, I just need to significantly increase my strength to become a better pole dancer. Today he also took all of my measurements, so from here on in we can track and graph my results.

If you saw my most recent blog before this one, you would’ve seen the pics I posted from my new GodsGirls set that just went live. Those pics were taken back in June last year, and looking through the entire set it was almost shocking for me to really be able to see how much my figure has changed since then. I was terribly out of shape mid last year, thanks to a six month stretch of laziness and enjoying food a little too much, but it’s one of those things you don’t really notice until you look back on old pics and think, “Wow, how could I have ever let my body get to that place?!” Although I have only lost about 5kg (11 lbs) on the scales, the difference in my overall body tone and muscular definition is amazing. I am still about 5-7kg away from my target weight so there’s still a long road ahead of me, but it feels really good to actually be able to see some clear results.

I’m starting to look into taking some supplements too, but I’m not 100% sure what to take so I probably need to talk to my trainer and my pole dance instructor about it before buying anything. I’ve been looking at taking a fat burner, but something not too hardcore because I’ve been known to suffer from a bit of anxiety when taking strong stimulants in the past. Back when I used to be a little bit less mentally stable and had some pretty severe body image problems, I abused all kinds of crazy diet drugs like Clenbuterol, Sibutramine and Phentermine (anyone who knows about diet drugs will know how dangerous all three of these can be) and I don’t want to take anything like that again. I had some bad experiences with that stuff, Clenbuterol in particular, so I want to make sure if I do decide to take something, it isn’t going to cause any negative reactions. Maybe one day I’ll write about all that stuff.

Well, this was probably totally boring to about 99% of people but whatever, I don’t really have a lot of friends who have a keen interest in body sculpting and nutrition, so at least I can babble out all my thoughts on here haha.

Traffic to my website has dropped significantly this week, thanks to stupid MySpace blocking my website from being linked to because it contains nudity haha. It’s kinda annoying because about 90% of my traffic was coming from pervs on MySpace who wanted to lurk my nudes, but eh, what can ya do?

So today I was at my local Coles supermarket, buying some ingredients for tonight’s dinner and minding my own business when I was approached by a normal looking, middle aged man who said to me, “Excuse me, can I ask you something?” I always try to be polite to strangers who talk to me, so I replied, “Sure.” Here is the conversation that followed.

Him: Are those real? *points at the tattoos on my arm*

Me: Yes, they are.

Him: *shakes head* I feel sorry for you.

Me: Um…. why?

Him: Because you just look awful.

At this point I think my jaw pretty much hit the floor and I started to laugh.

Me: That is a really horrible thing to say!!!

Him: Why? I feel sorry for you, you look so awful.

Me: That is really, really horrible! What makes you think it’s okay to walk up to a stranger and make a negative comment about their appearance?! I wouldn’t walk up to you and say something like, “Wow, that is a really ugly shirt.”

Him: Well I can take this shirt off

Me: Okay fine. Your FACE is awful.

By this point I was laughing uncontrollably, and he was looking quite angry.

Him: You just… *shakes head again*… it’s awful. You’re stupid. I feel sorry for you.

Me: Well I feel sorry for you.

Him: Why?

Me: Because you’re a WANKER!!!!!

WHAT THE FUCK!! Hahahaha I walked away after that, but I seriously couldn’t stop laughing. What a fucking dickbag!!! I was so shocked that he actually just walked up to me in a shop and told me I look awful.

Some people seriously lack social skills.

It’s funny how whenever I take the time to write a blog I rarely get more than 10 comments, but when I post up a couple of nudes I get bombarded with them, heheheh. My site views this week have been astronomical!

I had an okay weekend. Work on Saturday night was pretty good, despite it being a full moon. You know, I am probably the least superstitious, most skeptical person you will ever meet, and until I started stripping I never believed in full moons having an effect on people but I absolutely believe in it now. Over the years, I have seen some seriously crazy shit go down while the full moon has been lighting up the sky. A lot of men really do turn almost animalistic in their behaviour, and the weirdos seem to come out of their hiding to troll through the strip clubs of the city. Nevertheless, my most recent endeavour to entertain the masses with my naked physique under the light of the full moon went much better than I’d expected it to!

I’ve got a pretty hectic week ahead of me! Between boob job consultations, a trip to the doctors to get my moles checked (something I am freaking the fuck out about because I’m always stressing about the possibility of skin cancer), and a salon appointment to begin my adventure towards platinum blonde hair, I’ve got a LOT on my mind this week!

I’ll leave you with a cute pic my boyfriend snapped of me before we went out to meet my mum & dad for dinner for their wedding anniversary. The adorable skirt I’m wearing was made by my favourite fabulous local designer, so ladies you should check out MoxieMinx.Com and buy yourself some gorgeous vintage style clothes.

Ashlee Adams

Ashlee Adams xo