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Thursday, November 12, 2009

I did Sadie West (or she did me?)


We just wrapped "Kiss Me Deadly", a film noir slash modern day mystery slash fetishy wonderland. I play a damsel in distress slash badass slash submissive fuck toy and I say things like "gee" and "That's right pretty boy" or "buzz off, creep" to the man who greets me in a disturbed voice, "hello kitty cat".

I got to wear vintage white gloves and carry vintage suitcases and hold up my stockings with garter belts and bat my eyelashes from beneath the brim of my pretty white hat. I had large barrel curls and red lipstick. We ran dialogue through the haze of a smoke machine to men in trench coats and ties. We held cigarettes and made a big deal of lighting them.

The garter belts were my personal touch though. They were functional props. Smoke and mirrors because I had something to hide--band aids. I got impatient last week with the tattoo removal and decided to go balls out on the last treatment to remove my playboy bunny. There is no longer a dark black logo there. Now it's red.

But when it heals it will be a ghost of the past. I'll speak of it like an ex boyfriend at cocktail parties- "I don't know what I saw in him."

What I'm really interested in talking about though is Sadie West. She's my Xena Warrior Princess. She was directed to come at me in hooker gear in a back alley after eyeing me from a pay phone. She yells at me, flusters me as I straighten my hat and gather myself. After each take she apologizes under her breath so as not to ruin the audio that's still rolling. It was misleading.

Come sex time she pulls my hair, she scratches and bites. She tells me to spit in her mouth, she spits back. She makes faces that make you wonder if any mortal could restrain her and just when you think you've finally got her pegged you get thrown off course again when you realize that she manages to remain flawless through it all. Her pussy, sloppy as I've made it, still looks perfect. Her make-up hasn't moved. Her fucking hair isn't even frizzy. It could drive a man to drink. Luckily I gave that up a little under a week ago.
posted by Kayden Kross on 7:42 PM :: 3 comments

3 Comments:

Well, I liked the Playboy Bunny tattoo. Not sure if I was the only one. So is this a sign of the new Kayden? In the deck of 62 Native American medicine cards one of the cards is the rabbit and it symbolizes fear or fears. Hopefully this is a sign Kayden is ready to move on to something different (without fear). Maybe it is related to giving up drinking or something else. Who knows.
With that said I liked the bunny.
Adios.

By Blogger Glenn, at November 13, 2009 1:42 AM  

I, too, liked the bunny tattoo.

By Blogger Hays, at November 15, 2009 5:17 PM  

Fabulous post!

By Blogger Flater, at November 17, 2009 5:23 PM  

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