Seriously Old School. It's Throwback Thursday, Bitches! :) When I first started out, I was a burlesque feature headline act, touring all over and living in an RV bus with my two dogs. The way to remain a top headlining act was 1 of 4 ways: 1. Win Miss Nude USA (politics abound there, too!) 2. Porn (XXX is defined as sex/insertion within the adult industry. Everything else is considered erotica.) 3. Get on the covers and splashed across the centerfolds of magazines (everything from Playboy, Penthouse, and Huster to DCup, Barely Legal, and Cheri.) 4. Scandal (ie: Latoya Jackson.) I went with #3. It seemed the least painful way...or so I thought. You know the difference between love and film? Film lasts forever. But that's another story for another day. So, I traveled all over, headlined cabarets, and did poorly paid photoshoots for about $250 to stay current (or was a gratuitous "sexy dancer" in the background in MTV videos for rap and rock artists). I worked my ass off...for years and years and years. Eventually, I put some of my clothing back on and started going the fitness route, scoring contracts with Met-RX, Nutrition One and Extreme Nutrition in the UK (