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2009-07-02T12:40:00.003-04:00

Bless the well-intentioned consumer. The biodegradable soap, the hemp backpack, the energy-efficient light bulbs—the end products of conscientious consumption—are becoming far more popular and make us feel better about ourselves. But how much better are these purchases for the Earth? read more...

Tight Scottsdale, AZ

2009-06-26T04:18:00.005-04:00

A cupped hand reached out and touched my leggings from behind. Where they stretched across my butt. The hand cupped my butt. And I was surprised. Pleasantly.

She said, "How do you keep this so tight?"

"I take steps two at a time. Every time."

She liked that answer. I could tell.

Without further pause, we women continued to undress, changing out of our costumes and into our street clothes from the cramped confines of the female's dressing room, thick with perfumes, tissue and summer fabric.

Building A Solar Food Dehydrator EcoHearth Editorial

2009-06-21T14:00:00.002-04:00

Who doesn’t love dried fruits and vegetables? There’s the extra sweetness and concentrated flavor. They can be eaten “as is” or reconstituted with water. They’re lightweight—easy to carry to class, to work or even around the world. And don’t forget their environmental friendliness: they can be stored nearly forever without refrigeration, they don’t need to be cooked to be enjoyed and, unlike so many other foods, they don’t come wrapped in excessive packaging (especially if you make them yourself).

Under the right conditions in the right climate, certain foods dehydrate naturally. But you can build your own food dehydrator to create favorable conditions wherever you are. Read on…

Human Powered Kitchen Appliances EcoHearth Editorial

2009-06-18T13:35:00.004-04:00

Stalking pedestrians in parking lots all the way to their parking spaces. Adding a quarter-hour extra time for finding a meter. Amassing tickets for crowding residential driveways... All to avoid walking two blocks in the city. Why?

Instead, I'm walking in L.A., I'm walking in L.A.! As the Missing Persons sing the outlaw irony of “Nobody walks in L.A.” But I figure that I'm fit and young and my legs are powerful and pain-free. I don’t avoid walking. Someday it may hurt and I may use a cane. But that's not today and every step reminds me of how grateful and efficient I am. Read on…

Swimming Too Close To Shore Scottsdale, AZ

2009-06-17T04:16:00.007-04:00

Tonite is not that nite on the paradise island all alone (or so I thought) just one light from my laptop screen glows.

Upon my face, I am the digital angel and he stood suddenly and surprisingly at my feet, hands on the bars. Through the balcony bars he bekonded silently maybe I want to step feet to the shore and share in a private secret with him. How the little fish did glow in the tide - the shallow, shallow water. They looked neon. Each and every of the thousands it's own light source. Just little neon moons swimming too close to shore.

This is also not that nite on the full moon island where the temples and the rave seemed quite common place, so he and I walked without electric light through the monsoon season wetness and the island cat did follow me. To my stoop. Then lied down. Taking this as a good sign, I welcomed you in. Welcomed you.

Well, come. This is a new nite and I'm overheating in my summer dress. Flip flops and desert horizon, not even plants live in this kind of desert. Not a single plant. Red rocks sprout up instead.

This is the nite that I yearn. I claim that word. I yearn and I long and I ache in the one hundred degree isolation. I learned to love when I loved like fire. Wild west Arizona bounty huntress has interest in few words.

Tonite is the nite I yearn.

Enjoy Life and Still Reduce Your Carbon Footprint EcoHearth Editorial

2009-06-11T11:19:00.002-04:00

I met a woman from Spain while staying at an organic farm/hostel at the base of Japan's Mt. Fuji. She said that humans (specifically speaking of Spaniards) are leaving very deep footprints on the world. She, like me, obviously wishes to leave lots of footprints all over the world, but perhaps more like snow shoes over freshly fallen winter powder. Or, better yet, like sandy beach prints washed away entirely by the next tide. Read on…

Spiderman Backpack New York, NY

2009-06-06T04:09:00.003-04:00

Days of rain leave a grimy cloud cover playing slight of hand games with the full moon. Shocked by the sight of something so naturally out of place in New York City, I stop and imagine this moment was meant just for me.

I'm bruised, sore, scraped and exhausted. I came to New York on business and I can say now, my last nite here, that I did what I came to do. As of tonite, I have made it through the entire New York callback process for Spiderman on Broadway. I'm a small town girl whom is still baffled that I get to experience such wacky, wonderful things in my life. I mean, probability is against me. But I beat the odds. Or at least my perspective is that I do. And then ... I do.

Full moon.

When I got off the airplane at JFK last week from Los Angeles, I stepped onto the first subway platform and it was like the city planned my welcome. In front of the Empire State Building a fireworks display, magnificent and satisfying, glittered across my view. A small boy stood with his father watching. The father wore a Spiderman backpack. Maybe his son's? Spiderman and fireworks over the city - welcome to New York!

In the past week I have had a lot of fun. That's what life at it's best is about to me; fun. And this week I lived it. I met dancers from all over the world at these auditions, I danced like an audition (which is drastically different than dancing like a rehearsal, mind you) for 5 hours on Tuesday, 7 hours on Wednesday and on Friday 8 hours! I sang three times in there somewhere. Cracked some whips for Julie Taymor, the confident woman whom directed the Lion King, sitting directly in front of me smiling a warm, professional smile. I'll never forget her smile of encouragement and enjoyment. I'd like to think I wasn't just asking for her opinion of me, but offering her some smile-worthy entertainment that day she may never forget. It was fun. It was so fun.

After three full days auditioning for Daniel Ezralow, I got to know just a little bit of why he is the man for this job, choreographing Spiderman on Broadway. He enjoys the creative process. He is real about his doubts and courageous in his experimentation. He is wise with art, compassionate towards people, and professional in interaction. I admire these qualities. I want to be a creative force in his process, even if it is only an audition process. I don't care. It was fun. Daniel and his assistants, Erin and Marcus, put us through the ringer with all forms of dance imaginable (even some that definitely don't exist) and then with aerial workouts, stilt play and strength tests. Daniel Ezralow, you are reckless radical and real!

Artistically, this week has left me fulfilled. Walking Times Square's hideous splendor is material enough, and exercising Chaos through dance is enough, but the artistic joy I could have never expected to feel this week lied in how much fun I elicited from my vocal auditions. I've done musical theatre for much of my young professional life. I am no stranger to singing in front of audiences and I have a beautiful voice. But this week, something mature and lovely happened for me vocally; I enjoyed - really savored - singing for other people. I'm not sure I've ever enjoyed it this much. I was only a little nervous, outdone entirely by how much fun I was having. Kimberly Grigsby, Spiderman's musical director worked with we final 15 dancing/aerialist/stilting women, teaching us music from the show (written by Bono and The Edge of U2), two part and five part harmonies. And the way she feels music isn't through the ears, but through the body. She's a dancer inside, though I'm not sure she'd say it. She appreciates dancers and knows how to communicate with us, though, and she spoke words the way a movement artist would relate and assimilate them. That's good direction.

Tonite I celebrated a week well-lived with a dinner with friends at the high end, raw vegan chic restaurant, Pure Food and Wine ... still in my sweaty audition shirt, sweat pants and grubby kicks. Afterwards, I am strolling down the Union Square residential neighborhoods and a man with a heavy accent runs up to me, "Excuse me, Miss? I am from Portugal and ... were you on a television show about superheros?" Yes, it was me, your new favored household superhero. I was greeted by Spiderman fireworks and I am seen off as a superhero. Thank you, New York.

It's easy to see why the full moon's phase might have eluded my calendar planner recently, with so much intense fun happening. But there she is, watching over the city just as she does the desert. Same moon shining on your face as well as mine. And the ability to appreciate things like chirping birds and delightful audition processes is sometimes based in the ability to take five breaths without thinking anything but of the breathing several times / day. Or the simple act of listening harder to someone who offering themselves through words to you. Or the choice to call whomever back tomorrow or when you feel like it.

This is your gig. It's never been done before. You are the director. And we all want you to thrive.

And get some fun out of doing it.

I Am Solar Charged EcoHearth Editorial

2009-06-04T11:41:00.004-04:00

The cats would lie in the sun for as long as it would shine through our window. Cats sleep 20 out of 24 hours per day, anyway. Without even a dream twitch, they'd sun bake for as many hours as they could—each hot to the touch, just a fireball hairball with the secret smile of royal satisfaction.

Mom always said they were solar charging.

I live in an apartment now, with giant windows and 100% fewer cats. For a year or so, I've been conjuring ways to flatter my landlord into allowing a solar panel on his use-prohibited roof. Paying rent on time, fixing bad wiring, repainting trim and doors, I've even planted on the shady side of the grounds, fantasizing that my dedication to the green cause, as well as the property, will eventually persuade him. My hope is that, even if he doesn't share the same alternative-energy ideals as I do, perhaps my behavior will inspire his approval—possibly even his aid— to install this building's first solar panel.

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Overcast Casual Private New York, NY

2009-06-04T01:31:00.003-04:00

It rains in New York! But it doesn't rain in LA. It rains in New York! But it doesn't rain in LA.

And I walk with my hood up and my locks tucked in. And my pants rolled up and my shoes dirty wet.

It rains in New York. And yesterday I sun skried in New York.

I dance so hard that I can't sit on the toilet or turn my neck without wincing. I danced and I sang at the callbacks for the twelfth time. And I was grateful for singing and dancing and my supportive father and my magnificently beautiful life. This is an experience I am full gratitude stinky subway for. Wet humans are repulsive smelling in New York.

But it rains in New York and it doesn't rain in LA. It rains in New York and it doesn't rain in LA.

Bless the overcast sky with it's casual interactions and private moods. The city and I shower to become clean.

Secret Time of My Life New York, NY

2009-06-03T11:27:00.001-04:00

There are muscles on the inside of my thighs. Very deep, surrounding my pelvis, stabilizing my movements at the most inner core level.

On the subway, people don't text on their palm pilots. Not one. They don't make conversation with strangers generally. A few listen to iPods and a few others thumb through newsprint in a different language.

I do my best to look like the majority of subway travelers. We stare up, out or down - never into others' eyes. I do such a good job of staring up, I look like I am riveted by that overhead public service announcement, "Cut Private Contractors, Not Public Services". I look like anyone staring anywhere, but I am actually having the time of my life: I am subway surfing.

With outwardly imperceptible movements, I sway, rock, resist, flex, absorb and right the motions of the Downtown N train with the muscles surrounding my pelvis on the insides of my thighs. I ride the underground waves at the most inner core level.

There is a special flow down here.

Theatre of the Human New York, NY

2009-06-01T23:48:00.005-04:00

I am on top of the world in NYC. I took a walk through Times Square tonite - it's become a theatre of the human. One does not have to see a Broadway show to see a production. One does not even have to climb into the 2nd world living underground, performing in the subway. One now can sit (in bleachers) on a closed off Broadway / 7th Ave intersection - in the middle of the street people have lawn chairs. It's the ultimate sight seeing and the most enrapturing, most hideous, most stunning and meaningful display of life, finally taking itself seriously enough to bring viewing chairs and pull up a seat - life is mesmerizing.

It affords better bands on the cement wedge at the base of the TKTS kiosk and it brings out the good looking comedians hawking to get you into their Broadway show at either of two showings that nite. And it is beautiful. It is so so hideously beautiful.

I can really feel how I am radiating California's sunshine up into the sky when it's generally accepted that one look down and avoid eye contact. What happens when you still have west coast sunshine evaporating off your skin in NYC? People flirt with you. And men try to say the right thing. And people watch you like they would pull up a lawn chair. Yes, they do.

Eden's Apple EcoHearth Editorial

2009-05-27T08:47:00.002-04:00

It is a banana. It's not a banana. It is a banana. It's not a banana.

Warning to all my fellow raw-fooders: tropical travel with ruin you forever. For after three weeks on the remote Caribbean island of Dominica, only 26 miles long and 15 miles wide, I sit in Lincoln Park, Chicago, trying to convince myself the thick-skinned, seedless, yellow piece of food I just paid $1 for at the coffee shop is indeed a banana.

Read on...

Memorial Day Hollywood, CA

2009-05-25T20:51:00.003-04:00

I remember how the electric light naturally shone across the unpainted wall. I didn't then and still don't have a concept of angels, or much need of one. But the pattern that light stretched across the wall - it looked like an angel, if I ever saw one. Like a card in December with glitter for wings and snow.

The moment I thought it - that there was an angel in my wall - there you were, in my mind, in my heart. Alive and present, though I hadn't seen you in years. Like you were standing at my shoulder with a love feeling even then. You were alive and I felt you had visited through the light.

Of course, I made art. With a magick marker I drew across the wall. Make permanent. The shape of an angel per chance this memory - in hopes we keep meeting like this. We'll have to keep meeting like this.

Years later, what was permanent became purple with two coats of paint. What I wouldn't give now to hold your sweet face again. But not through some trick of light nor a memory. But like before, hand in hand, giggling laughing, teasing hugging, growing dying, only once in this lifetime. Maybe never again. Maybe forever now.

When I remember, I live for us both.

AVegan Sneaks and My Urban Eco-Paradise EcoHearth Editorial

2009-05-20T20:15:00.002-04:00

I grew up in a farm town in Michigan. And despite my eccentric appearance, I have farm-town values. Family and nature mean a lot to me, so it breaks my heart in a secret way that I cannot live my dreams as a performing artist anywhere but in a large city. After all, to us rural folks, cities are ‘dirty, impersonal and always in a rush.’

To some degree, of course, all accusations are true. You don't have to be from a small town to smell the exhaust blanketing Hollywood Boulevard on a 105-degree day in late July. And you don't have to ride the NYC subway for long to get that mystery grit under your fingernails, up your nostrils and in your pores. Cities are dirty but despite the obvious street grime, a city just may be the most environmentally friendly place to live.

Read on…

Airline Food: Staying Healthy at 30,000 Feet EcoHearth Editorial

2009-05-14T02:02:00.007-04:00

So you fly a lot, as I do, and have successfully navigated 11 countries, all 50 states and the realization that "just because it's free does not mean I'm hungry," saving your already time-zone interrupted, altitudinally exposed and frequent-flier seat-restricted digestive tract from thousands of roasted peanuts, cheesy goldfish and unidentifiable thrice-heated meals.

Read on…

My Personal Zen Hollywood, CA

2009-04-12T05:02:00.001-04:00

Ever seed a plant inside early spring?

Ever wait and wait, scrutinizing humidity, air flow, soil moisture, temperature and light index with accuracy and attention? Ever notice how there is a magickal day this time of year, when suddenly it's spring. And suddenly the green unfurling unformed leaf creates itself from ... humidity, air flow, soil moisture, temperature, light index and attention? The Zen I grew into by assisting plants is attention. I now know attentiveness.

Ever notice how driving, exiting, escaping at 4am on a desperate solo "road trip to the East coast" is a lot like life?

You know, you tear through what slows you down and you take the highway you've never taken before just to see where it goes. And it goes nowhere. And you come back and you keep going east on the interstate you were originally on, imagining the sun rising over an ocean, rather than a desert? Until you are so tired you are dangerous driving half asleep and you pull over to some one-horse prefab town and decide it's a nice place - boring - but nice. But YOUR NOT NICE! So you park in some apartment complex after getting lost in their circular court drive where all the houses are identical Barbie toys - like Gap - and you listen to Stevie Knicks sing it like it is, as if her lyrics might hold the thing you were looking for in this road trip, but yet untimingly still have not found, eventually falling asleep for the first time in 40 hours still wearing the ear plugs you had tried to use to go to sleep in your own bed some time ago. It's actually way quieter here in Yonkers 90210 than in your Hollywood. Isn't driving a lot like life? I now know it doesn't matter where you go.

Ever notice how much harder cement is than asphalt?

Ever miss your mom and dad like all the time?

Ever watch one candle's flame light a small space?

Light a candle from the candle; two candles. Light a candle from the candle; three candles. Three times the light. The room is glowing.

And the original candle's flame never diminished by sharing itself. The Zen I learned from lighting candles is timelessness. The rush is my creation. The rest is my creation.

I now create the rest.

I Sweat Cherry Juice EcoHearth editorial

2009-04-06T14:29:00.005-04:00

Signing autographs in a different time zone each week. Waking early to make small talk on morning radio. Snarling as a dirty, corset-wearing character in front of thousands of shrieking teenagers from a sold-out stage at Madison Square Garden. Sometimes even I think it's play. But it's my job.

I've been dancing professionally for 17 years. I was stretching splits at age seven. I was tapping time steps under my seat in kindergarten. I was counting crunches in the womb (or at least that's what mom said it felt like). And sometimes even I have to remind myself of the broken rib cartilage, torn hamstrings and transverse fasciae latae insertion tendonitis to remember that professional dance isn't all passion and play. It's a job. And it's a sport.

Read On ...

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I'm Immortal Hollywood, CA

2009-03-25T16:44:00.004-04:00

It's now, it's now, it's now!

Jim Balent has immortalized me in his comic series "Tarot: Witch of the Black Rose". Issue #55 titled "Shades of Magick" is on stands today! I and my chaotic whip are drawn into five pages definitely dangerously and hardcore heroically.

To get your copy, check out my updated Kayos Market. Unstoppable Studios just did a complete overhaul of my market with the most cutting edge eCommerce I've ever seen (thank you, Unstoppable Studios!). On the Kayos Market homepage, you will see the "Tarot: Witch of the Black Rose" Issue #55 video trailer. And yes ... you can purchase your autographed copies directly from me with a Certificate of Authentication. Don't forget there are two collectable covers to each issue.

We've got heros, we've got updated websites and to top it all off, if you join the TweetAPrize scavenger hunt (as I mentioned in an email yesterday) you can save 10% on all Kayos Market purchases this week, making those cool comics a sweeter deal, yo.

What Do I Smell Hollywood, CA

2009-03-05T10:55:00.002-05:00

In my mind, I see the people in a circle - the women wear baggy clothes and look sexy as hell. Someone is dancing. Both of them are. And they are good dancers. Top of their game. Because that's my Hollywood.

In my dream, I see the ocean overwhelming again. This time the water is Mercury, and the storm has it's way ripping me into mid air, assaulting with wet razor blades across my skin, a man pulls me back on deck like it ain't no thing. Like this happens ... and you do it anyway.

In my mouth, I taste Mullein. A hot tea without sweetener. I remember tea in Japan and the silent, religious ceremony of it's preparation. And I remember high tea in England and on that cruise ship to Mexico. I remember the Dominicans, the only real Rastas I've ever met, singing about bananas in Creole, such a majestic jungle sound, pressed that cacao bean and dried it into a thick little stick that they stuck in boiling water or in the sun to flavor their tea. And I remember that witch from Chicago's suburbs - I learned about the mystery vine from her, but drank only the healing herbals. While laughing at the moon.

In my hands, I feel so much. I know I'm supposed to touch my world. I do so with that awareness. And I try to allow myself to be touched well, so the other might feel so much, like I get to.

In my neighborhood, I hear sirens, children, birds and leaf blowers beneath my own voice, singing often at the cross walk, into the post office - there is so much worth singing about.

There was a naked man three blocks from my apartment this Sunday morning, on the very top of the chruch's cross for 7 hours. Gonna jump, he threatened. He covered himself in his own feces after a few hours in protest? In performance? In freedom? It's not right for some people to have to come down. That's my Hollywood.

The jasmine bloomed yesterday.

1965 Buick Riviera Coupe vids Hollywood, CA

2009-02-10T14:12:00.004-05:00

The previous owner, Chris Dursa, of this gorgeous 1965 Buick Riviera Coupe sent me these videos to get me amped about my new ride. And wow ... did it!

He did the frame off restoration himself, making it easy on me. I get to finish her off, apply my taste and fill her with wild life. Don't hurt your neck crankin it to get a view!

Tonya Kay in Witchy Comic! Hollywood, CA

2009-01-27T03:19:00.006-05:00

Remember in 2006 when I starred on Stan Lee's television show, Who Wants To Be A Superhero?. I've had so much fun then and since, getting to work with amazing artists like the legendary Simon Williams (Hulk, Transformer's, Spiderman) on an original comic fire spinning poster (available at Kayos Market):

I've hosted a live "Who's the Best Bondage Super Heroine?" contest with George Perez (Fantastic Four, Wonder Woman, Superman), where dozens of costumed women hog tied each other to claim victory. George even drew me and auctioned off the original for charity:

I've signed autographs at San Diego Comic Con, Orlando's FX International, Dallas All-Con and my all time personal favorite, Tampa Fetish Con. And have had abundant and spectacular fan art created in my honor, including MC Miller's "Creature" Fan Zine (available at The Bongorilla):

Heck, I've even directed and co-authored a collaboration of comic work of my own:

I can't begin to share what a life changing experience public super heroism has been for me - of course, we all know that super heros do heroic things whether the public is watching or not. And it is indeed those heroic things I do in my real life that make my next comic collaboration certainly something to share with the public.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Homeless and Sheltered, Stoner and Yogi, Chaote and Christian ... The apex of awesomeness is about to emerge: please prepare your inner geek for my appearance in Jim Balent's Tarot: Witch of the Black Rose series! Jim's series, published on Broadsword Comics, follows the story of a female witch, the lead character, Tarot:

Tarot
Originally called Rowan; protects her family and her craft as the Swordmaiden of the Black Rose coven. By her own admission not a master witch, yet still quite knowledgeable and capable, with both a spell and a sword. She takes her job very seriously, even refusing to get married because of the danger involved. She has a winged cat familiar named Pooka, who is seemingly intelligent at times, yet distinctively a cat. She is drawn with extremely large breasts and often nude.

My first appearance will be in Issue #54 (cover above) in comic book stores Wednesday, January 28th! If you aren't near a comic store, then you can pick your copy up directly from the artist at Jimbalent.com.

Jim and his wife, Holly, are both comic artists/authors and are a kick-ass match made by Cupid it's little pudgy androgynous cerrub self. Jim has drawn Catwoman, Vampirella and Batman and published by DC, Marvel and Dark Horse. Holly's artistic merrit is equally impressive, but what has me most excited to collaborate in Tarot: Witch of the Black Rose is the heart and soul of the comic. Positivity surrounds these dark drawings, femininity is saturated with freedom and power, witchcraft upheld with honor and open mindedness, and the action scenes are as sexual and heroic - fantasy at it's most delicious!

Grab issue #54 this week, where I will make my first appearance! Then watch for our video trailer for issue #55!

History Channel Appearance national television

2009-01-22T12:34:00.003-05:00

To all you weapon lovers, marksmen, and film stunt enthusiasts - do not miss this high definition feature!

Jack Dagger and I will appear on the History Channel on Sunday, January 25th at 8pm PST setting records and performing stunts WE didn't even know we could do!

Tune into More Extreme Marksmen Sunday, January 25 at 8PM PST.

The show is also scheduled to re-air on Monday, January 26 at 12:00AM, and I'm sure many times after that.

This is the stuff screen writers re-write their action scenes to feature - never seen before - no kidding!

Tell everyone you know ...

PS - you can receive automatic reminder alerts by subscribing to my iCal feed
PPS - to get you excited, more photos from the More Extreme Marksmen shoot by photographer John Leonetti are here

Super Sex Pistols Hollywood, CA

2009-01-15T19:34:00.004-05:00

"Super sex pistols," was all he said.

Pretending I knew what it was he was talking about, I replied cooly, "Oh, yea?" ... As I slipped a cowgirl boot on the pedal, smooth as mama's avocados, and glided off elegantly on my hot pink flamed bicycle, pretty much assuring that whatever was meant by "super sex pistols", it was accurate.

Super sex pistols, la la la.

Super sex pistols, lalala.

I ride my bike all over this town because me and glitter sidewalks - that's my Hollywood. Me and the Angelene billboard - that's my Hollywood. Me and Charlie Chaplin, me and Jewish mansions, me and date palms, me in cut-off shorts powering up the hills, toward the stars, in cowgirl boots on a hot pink flamed bicycle - that's my Hollywood.

That's your Hollywood.

I've decided to retire my waste vegetable oil Jetta and purchase a new, lostafun car for those rare times when I have to go to another country, like Sherman Oaks, for an audition. I'm hoping a 1965 PURPLE Buick Riviera Coupe will evoke as much positivity as this white-walled pink cruiser does. Sometimes I feel like it's my duty to wear sunshine yellow dresses, keep my dread locks untied, or cruise a purple hot rod - people invariably smile when they see me coming. I make people happy by just looking at me. I'm the cosmic muse.

And a stranger's super sex pistols.

Smile - here I come!

Knife Throwing on History Channel Hollywood, CA

2009-01-06T16:40:00.004-05:00

In November, Jack Dagger and I shot a knife throwing feature for History Channel's "More Extreme Marksmen" special.

Jack and I have been performing the danger arts together for almost 5 years now. We've worked with Ellen Degeneres, Harry Anderson, Margaret Cho and William Shatner on stage live. We thrown knives in vaudeville, burlesque, circus, comedy, fetish and Renn Faire venues. We've even performed knife throwing stunts for television on Japan's "Dream Vision" series together. But the work we performed for the upcoming History Channel's "More Extreme Marksmen" is record breaking, even for us.

You may or may not be familiar with the danger arts, but let me tell ya, professional performance knife throwers are a rare breed indeed. I mean, how many knife throwers do you know? How many of them perform? How many of them make their exclusive living throwing knives? I am truly honored to be the performance partner of the ONLY full-time professional performance knife thrower I know, Jack Dagger. We have a deep connection and trust between one another - you have to have that kind of love for one another, else the intimate and dangerous act of knife throwing would not be such an enjoyable experience. You can see our connection in the photos by photographer, John Leonetti of the History Channel filming. His entire coverage of our knife throwing shoot is posted here.

As I mentioned, even Jack and I had no idea we could do some of the stunts you will see performed. I imagine that the high-definition/ultra slow playback footage you will see on January 25th, 8pm airing of your History Channel episode will inspire many film writers and directors to include fresh new stunts into their screenplays. To be reminded of the "More Extreme Marksmen" airing date as well as my future appearances, you can subscribe to Tonya Kay's iCal Feed and/or join Tonya Kay's Mailing List and I will make sure you hear the good news!

Chick With A WhipHollywood, CA

2009-01-01T14:31:00.000-05:00

Happy new year!!!

To my knowledge, I am the only chick in Hollywood doing professional level performance whips. A chick with a whip seems like a natural combination to me!

Here is my recent edit of some whip footage I threw together: precision cracking and cracking sequences. The two 4' nylon bull whips you see in the footage were made by Coyote Whips.

My bull whip burlesque act will be featured on Showtime's "Live Nude Comedy" series in summer of 2009. Yup, sometimes I'm a wild west arts kinda dancer, with knife throwing and whips (soon to be gun training and bow and arrow, too!). But sometimes the fetish, burlesque or circus venues know where whips fit best. On Showtime's "Live Nude Comedy" I will be featured in a 3 minute high-definition solo in true burlesque exposure. There are a few backstage Live Nude Comedy photos here.