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Ok, so its probably long overdue that I write about this in some way shape or form given how much Hollie means to me and how much we’ve done together (I’ve easily worked more with her than anyone else, and have no intention of stopping).

After several months of anxiety and Dr.’s visits Hollie has been diagnosed with breast cancer and is currently awaiting results from tests to see how far the cancer has spread.

She really means more to me than I can adequately express in this blog, suffice it to say I’ve been pretty concerned.

People have been asking me ways that they can help out, and I know that so many of you love and adore her. If you are interested in attending, performing in or wish to help with organizing some events that we are planning to raise money at, please email me at

If you wish to donate $ toward Hollie’s expenses please go to really any amount is greatly appreciated.

Keep an eye out for upcoming events in San Francisco, Los Angeles and possibly elsewhere. They should be a hell of a good time.

xo Mandy

So I’m back in LA shooting more content for my site after a long hiatus, and I couldn’t have found a better gal than to get back into the swing of things with than Cherry Torn.


I originally met Cherry while she was a contract slave at and thought she was a total knockout, but I was too shy to say much. For those who don’t know much about her, Cherry is one of the more accomplished and hardcore submissives working in porn. For some reason this made me want to take really pretty photos of her and not do BDSM at all the first time around. Sometimes I want BDSM sometimes I just want to have good sex with hot girls that I like. This was one of those times.


It was surprisingly chilly outside, or not so surprising considering its still winter, but Cherry and I still had a blast fucking around outdoors. I was enjoying her so much I just didn’t care.


Anyways, I’m getting back into my groove and shooting some pretty cool new content. Still focusing of course on girl/girl, tried my hardest to pull off a tranny gangbang with Amber Rayne, but life just wasn’t having it. That was disappointing because I think Amber’s pretty rad and was excited about the possibility, but the good news is there’s always next time.

In other news my site won best solo site at the Tranny awards, I was pretty jazzed about that as well, kind of awesome to get recognition for all the hard work I put into my site. Especially considering I’ve been shooting content that for all intents and purposes is totally different than any other TS porn on the market, I felt a small sense of vindication.

So…Check out my new photos with Cherry, and soon to be released videos.

So lots of fresh content up on my site of my two fave girls at the moment: Hollie Stevens and Sparky Sin Claire. A tickle, bondage, throatfuck movie, and some cute snapshots of me and Sparky playing around in a mucky beaver dam on a hot day. Wow that water was freezing cold.

Sparky looked so fucking hot in it, had to share some of the photos with you. If you don’t know who she is you are missing out! She’s the best. hottestsparkyever


Obviously I’m mostly known for my fetish/ hardcore movies. But I still love and appreciate simple things like beautiful women in beaver dams. So sign up for my website and jack off to all my pervy photos and movies.


I thought this was a particularly funny segment of my shoot with Princess Donna that my company chose to use for promotional purposes.


Princess Donna had just asked me why I wanted so badly to shoot with her (which I did, I had been pursuing her for a long time) and my only response was that I felt compelled. Which was also true. Anyways, I told her the truth which was that I wanted to shoot with her because she was smart and mean, oops, I forgot to include that she’s fucking hot. She makes me pay. She also leaves a clod of dirt on my face from her boot, ha ha.

Some people may be wondering why I’ve been shooting so many BDSM scenes lately. The truth is, it is the way I most enjoy expressing my sexuality and I find it incredibly fulfilling both mentally and physically. I enjoy playing both as a dominant and as a submissive and the element of trust and creativity involved in both roles is very hot to me. So BDSM is a huge part of my private sex life and I’ve been trying to incorporate it more and more into the material that I produce.

This has been more of a challenge then most people would think. Primarily because the TS niche has never had any companies who openly produce authentic BDSM content. Sure sites like TS Seduction and Transexdomination play around with the asthetics of BDSM, occasionally incorporating bondage and small amounts of pain play, but neither delved very deeply into TS as anything more than a vehicle to confuse straight guys gender identities. To make matters even more depressing for a pervert switch like myself, TS are only ever cast as dominants on these sites who coax guys into taking it up the butt (which I have complicated feelings about) and never as submissives and definitely never with other women.

I believe that TS women are so much more than this though. Yes, we provide a valuable disruption to gender norms that exist in most straight peoples sex lives and can have a profound impact on the people who become interested in us. But we also are women with fantasies, fears, hopes and dreams of our own and my priority has always been to capture this.

In my private life I’m a switch, which means I like to play with both dominance and submission. In my career as a porn star I’ve mostly worked in dom roles (within a BDSM context) but over the last six months I’ve been slowly introducing myself within a submissive context as well. It feels vulnerable to admit this to the mostly vanilla world of TS porn, but I’m a masochist. I love pain. Not always of course, I don’t want any random stranger to punch me in the face (obviously). But within the proper setting, pain inflicted with intent drives me out of my mind.

So back to playing with Princess Donna. Before we shot I was really interested in casting her as the Devil and having her collect my soul, really she is like my fantasy of what the Devil should be. 🙂 But when the day of the shoot came around I realized that I just wanted to play with her and I didn’t really wanna futz about with a clunky plot when what I really desired was for her to inflict godlike amounts of pain and terror on me and of course fuck me silly. So I just told her to enjoy herself at my expense, and the result was gruesome and fantastic.

Sharing this material with the world makes me feel incredibly vulnerable. I lose my composure and scream and howl. I lose my voice. I look messy and not very pretty after awhile. I get covered in bruises and filth. I know this is not what most people are turned on by, and that it is pretty extreme even by BDSM porn standards. But this filth, this pain and suffering, this vulnerability; it is so hot to me. I like that in this role I cannot present myself as a fantasy of beauty and poise. I show myself  for who I really am and that is both beautiful and terrifying.

So I hope people enjoy this, and please sign up for my site. It is really the best way to encourage my endeavours as a porn maker. I really hope to continue producing TS content that introduces radical new understandings of trans women and our sexualities.



Last weekend I visited San Fransisco for the Folsom St. Fair (maybe I even met a few of you?) and I ended up doing something I’ve never done before, which is walk around naked in a public space. I certainly wasn’t the only person there naked, but I was definitely the only naked tranny. It was kind of crazy, it felt amazing to just not give a fuck and be proud of myself rather than being ashamed of my body. Often times when I’m at sex parties I’m kind of reserved and don’t like to make people uncomfortable, which is a fairly common experience with TS women in pervy communities. But when my friend offered to make me a pretty rope dress, I couldn’t resist, and it felt kind of amazing to just be myself.  Over and over people would look at me and smile because they liked my outfit (a rope dress) and then their eyes would slowly go down and once they saw my cock they would freak out. I was kind of shocked at how many people were unfamiliar with trans women, but I guess many of them did not know that TS don’t all have implants and tons of cosmetic surgery, so they just couldn’t fathom that I was a tranny even when the evidence was literally in front of their faces. I ran into several friends who had never seen me naked, that was funny. Alot of cute girls introduced themselves to me, I wish I had been willing to split with my friends for a while to explore my options….but oh well things worked out for the best. I’ll probably have strange dreams about some of the people I met, that I never will see again, those are some of my favorite. Anyways…..

Later on in the night I ended up back at some friends house and had a very nice time indeed. I will think back fondly on all the sordid moments for some time.

I think I’m being seduced by San Fransisco and plan on finding a place there this winter. My problem is that I’m unwilling to give up my beautiful little house in the country and my romantic life with my super hot girlfriend. So…the plan is that I’ll find a place I can live part time in California, preferably somewhere with a piano and no cats, and then I’ll continue living part time in the Pacific Northwest. A girl can dream….


I took this photo years ago when I was travelling from Philadelphia to New Orleans via unconventional methods. It was a boarded up house that had been destroyed in a hurricane the year before Katrina, and for some reason the tag resonated with me. There was this house that had been completely destroyed, amongst hundreds of homes that had been evacuated and were trashed, and yet someone had taken the time to talk about beauty amonst the wreckage. That photo has hung in my different homes ever since then, and often serves as a metaphor in my life. Every once in a while it is nice to be reminded that no matter what the rest of the world may think, no matter how battered I may be,  I’m still  beautiful.You are too.

That’s all. Just thought I’d share. Have a nice day.

I’m used to living a very active lifestyle and am generally used to getting alot of excersice. I’m not used to being injured and sitting around all day long. My ankle is healing, slowly but surely, and I am very much ready to go and hike up a mountain or do some labor intensive garden project. Living in the country when you can’t walk very far sucks. Not much to do but masturbate, fuck, read, cook and play piano. Today I’m going to play Chopin’s Ballade in C# until my hands burn and then try and water my vegetable garden.

I think the most annoying thing about having a busted ankle right now, is that I’m about to get surgery to have my adams apple removed (finally) and then it will be another couple weeks to a month of avoiding strenuous activity.

I’m back on the west coast and taking it easy after an amazingly debaucherous week in Tennessee. Every year I meet up with some of my closest friends from around the country in Tennessee for a week of visiting, kinky fun, and music making. Since I sprained my ankle right before I arrived I was really worried that my time would be a total drag. I won’t lie, it was very difficult having an injury and having to sleep in a tent and use an outhouse for a week, but I had a great time in spite of it all. There were some amazing playparties throughout the time I was there, on a swingset converted into a BDSM playground.

I had a lovely time getting tied up, with my injured ankle suspended and my hands above my head, then getting a fantastic whipping with a single tail. Nick Cave’s album the boatmans call was played on a little rockbox and after a little while a crowd gathered to watch. Something about being outdoors, fireflies and humidity, thunder and lightning off and the distance, and the sorrowful sounds of Nick Cave really made the experience one to remember. And then there was the beating. I know a lot of people aren’t necessarily comfortable with BDSM or don’t get it, which is cool, but goddamn I enjoyed the hell out of myself. It has been 3 years since I’ve been able to get marked in any way because of my need to have a blemish free body for work, but I just decided to let go and enjoy myself. After being brutalized I was cared for tenderly, and then the most amazing thing happened, a fantastic band showed up and started playing music off to the side of the play party. I have a real fetish for live music and kinky sex, I used to convince a shy friend of mine to play the fiddle while I would fist my girlfriend, he would pretend to be uncomfortable but he always agreed to do it. Having the pleasure of an entire band playing great music while people were fucking all around was a dream come true, and I didn’t even have to orchestrate it. Now if only I had caught the whole thing on tape….sigh.

Now I’m home and planning my next big adventure, and preparing for a possible surgery on the 8th of July (fingers crossed). Fortunately a sprained ankle won’t keep me out of comission for too long.

Well my road trip to Tennessee is off to an auspicious start. I was running down a flight of stairs to stop my cab from leaving and the next thing I knew my suitcase was flying through the air and my ankle made a scary pop, and the next thing I knew I was on my belly with pain shooting through my ankle. The cab driver was laughing until he realized I was actually injured, at which point a neighbor came over to help. My friend heard me yell when I fell and quickly sent the cab away and brought me inside to ice my ankle. Fortunately I didn’t end hpcin the ER, but my week of hiking and camping is going to be very different than I envisioned. Sigh, it was such an absurd slapstick spectacle