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NOTE: If you come here looking for a bunch of chicks naked next to a bike and calling themselves, "Biker Chicks", put your dick back in your pants because there is none of that stupidity here. Go to a fuckin porn site if you want that. If your here to learn something, then read on.

Before and up to the Music Years

After playing on stage, I played off stage too @ Burningman Run - Black Rock Desert - 2003 & 2004

I already got feedback from the first page about Claiming rights, ownership, Property of and a women's place in the now ever changing Biker World. Don't preach to me, I don't fuckin need it. If you don't agree or don't like it, then that is okay.

Hey man, its real simple. Unless your old school like me and have old school brothers like me, then don't bitch to me and don't tell me how it is. No man tells me what to do shit is for Yuppies chicky-pooh. If you want to be a yuppie on a bike, then call yourself a "Motorcycle Enthusiast" and not a biker chick. Because if you let your Alligator mouth overload your Humming Bird Ass, your gonna find yourself on the deck real quick. If the Biker Dude doesn't deck ya, I will out of sympathy for him. No sister will make a scene with their ole' man in front of other brothers. Plain and Simple! Learn the Rules!

When I am good, I am very good. But when I am Bad, I'm Better!

Oh I hate it when  so called, Biker Chicks drop names of clubs that have a cousin's, cousin of their dad's, uncle in an outlaw club. Real Biker Chicks DO NOT DROP Names to impress people. When people do that around me, I quickly step back away so that I don't associate nor get my ass in trouble being around her for her mouth. Some guys do this too. This is what I learned a long time ago people. I bet ya a dollar a lug nut that it still holds today in the Biker evolved modern world. Don't Drop Names.

Hey, Don't judge women who have muscles and are built Bike tough. I have muscles and I am built bike tough. It takes strength to lift a large bagger off the kick stand. If I wanted to ride a bigger bike than some Sportster, then you need leg and arm strength. If your Petite and don't know you can handle a bike that large, then stay on the back of one. Then you can wear your mini micro bikini thong, chaps and flash people. I use to all the time.

There is even art portraying the D/s Lifestyle and Bikes. Oh I just love it! Can you put Eroticism, Bikes and Bikers together? Damn straight you can.

Go on, take it to the streets!

The Shooter girl (serving shooters) in Deadwood, South Dakota. - Sturgis Bike Rally

I don't live the timid life at all. Even though I laid low for 13 years for my daughter. Keep in mind that I am no Outlaw Chick. Actually, I obey the laws for the most part. I say for the most part because I do cross that line when it comes to exhibitionism and nudity. But, I am a pussycat and rather prrrr a lot than be angry or have some stupid attitude. I am known for my bubbly attitude and airiness more than anything else and those who know the D/s Lifestyle will quickly catch on when they see my leather and collar. I have an over all good attitude with people.

My reflection is a part of me and ya gotta look at yourself sometimes. Do ya like what ya see? If not, change it!

Okay, I practically destroyed my bike one night while on drugs. But, I cant figure out how this pony got itself on top of this roof. Its not like the guy got upset and threw the bike up there or he was on drugs and rode it up the wall and on to the roof.

I had a great time in Sturgis, South Dakota. - I have been there several times over the years. My fave place to stay was at Glencoe Campgrounds because they didn't have a stage, rather a naked parade of bikers riding through the campground from early evening till night fall every day during the bike rally. Yeah, I was part of that naked parade.

When I was at the 50th Annual in 1990 I finally got a tattoo on my ass. It is chain links wrapping around the word, "Slave". I got a lot of comments to the collar and leather cuffs/gauntlets I wore.  The sentence I heard from the bikers a lot was, "As it should be". Another was a question asked of me, "Are they real?" when I answered yes, they would say, "kewl, good or alright" and then they ask, "Are you taken?"

From the Street Tower on Main Street

I enjoyed the night life on Main Street much more than in the day. It just seemed a bit more wild and daring plus it was cooler. I got groped a few times and never knew who did it. Just too many people. I stood at the curb and took photos of main street and there was a hand on my ass and slowly moving around. I was wearing chaps and a black bikini bottom. I slowly looked to my right and there stood a big burly biker at least 6'6" tall and probably 350 lbs at least. I looked up at him and he just had this shit eating grin on his face. I smiled and didn't move away. He knew he had the go ahead. I just continued to take photos. After a few minutes I got a pat on the ass and a small pinch that made me jump and he was gone into the night. No one knew, no one saw and no one cared, never saw him again.

I met a biker who was riding from Seattle Washington to Sturgis alone like me. We met each other at a Campground in Rexburg, Idaho. We got a fire going and we actually talked into the wee hours of the morning. That wasn't good cuz we had a long day in the saddle again tomorrow. In the morning he stated that he wanted me to ride with him. OMG, he didn't ask me, he told me. I quietly agreed with a smile. Maybe I said too much the night before. Well, we are like 4 days out till Sturgis. I was in no rush to get there. I have time to get to know him better between here and there. To make a long story short. He had me temporarily collared and he had a lead hooked to my collar when we walked together. Now that was a  sight to see by the Yuppies who have never seen a person on a lead especially walking into a Denny's. I am sure your wondering what happened when we got to Sturgis. Some how we both got lost in the mayhem of bikes (350,000) for the 50th Annual. I still have that lead in my closet and I never heard from him again. Yeah, I looked for him throughout the entire week I was there, but no dice.

Buffalo running loose on the highways in Yellowstone.

I smell like leather and perfume (what's left of it after a ride). I do take my baths and yes, I am sucking my gut in hard for the photos.

Stupid People: Yeah, they are everywhere and there should be a law against stupid people breeding more stupid people. I hate the two face person. They talk nice to me and then at a distance they talk shit about me. They don't know I can read lips. If they come back in my direction and try to be friendly, they are met with my attitude. OMG they can't figure why I have one all of a sudden. Stupid!

This isn't only with the non riding crowd, but also bikers and biker chicks. Yeah, I have met some really stupid so called riders in my time and I still do. Bikers who judge other bikers or like scum to me. I have been called a lot of names and all I did was smile. Some stupid people just don't realize that some of us more intelligent riders can read lips. I learned to do that because I am hard of hearing. Too many years on stage next to huge speakers can do that.

How am I suppose to be smiling and friendly when I am called a guy, slut, whore, sleaze and who knows what else and I didn't do a damn thing but ride up and smile. Hey Stupid! I can read your fuckin lips!

You know what is ironic and I laugh about it all the time. I read these lips as people watch me ride up and when I get off the bike, I look directly at them and say, "No I am not" or "Now, how would you know that?" depending on what they say. Now they act Stupid and don't have a fuckin clue why I said what I said. All they had to do was run through their own conversation and they would understand my statement to them. No, this is not only the yuppies, but bikers too. Judge me and you get labeled as a stupid person. If you don't like what you see, then don't freakin look. Reading Lips has been a godsend for me due to my hearing impairment. I don't have to say, "what" all the time. It is also a curse, because it is like mind reading. Talk about me and I can see your lips and I'll know what your saying. Women are the worse when it comes to judging me before they have a clue on who I am. With your judging mouth, you don't want to meet me in a dark alley.

I know this lifestyle isn't for everybody and that is okay. You do your thing and I do mine. I stay within the boundaries of the law, (I like to crack the law, but not break it). I dust my bike down daily, I ride everyday, and I like the D/s Lifestyle. I like being a biker chick and a slave to the right dude. Just treat me right and I give ya me. I am street smart and can be soft and cuddly and tough as nails when the need arises. Give me a dirty look and I will pop off with sumtin. I rather be loved than hated. I rather love than fight. I will back down from a fight and do whatever I can to not tangle with you. But, back me into a corner and I will take you down fast and furious. I rather be submissive than dominant, I rather be collared than to collar. Don't tell me I can't ride cuz I will laugh at you as I ride away and never to return. You want to pass me on to your brother, That's fine with me but, call me a whore and I will make ya a dinner that will keep you on the toilet seat for a week and it will be coming out both ends and when you finally get off the pot, I will be gone. You are the man and I am the woman, know your place so I can know mine. If you don't know it, I will move on.

I live to Ride and Ride to Live. I wear leather and love the smell of leather. I like all that comes with it. I like the vibrations of my pony between my legs. I am the envy of many and the scourge of others. I am a good mother and I love my daughter to no end. I am a Biker Chick and I will live and die as one.

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