Tara Syn, Celebrity Millionaire Porn Star
Also known as Princess Tarassin of the 9th Abyss
You’re bound to have seen some of my stuff online. It’s not like I actually charge people to watch me, so as long as you can hack your way around the cyber-censorship-nazi crap that they make all the good sites have these days, you’ll have seen me doing things that lots of people fantasize about doing, or having done to them, but know in the cold light of day that they don’t really want to do it themselves, or perhaps they know that they couldn’t survive doing it themselves. I’m a pretty resilliant sort of person. I can take it. I enjoy it. Let me do it for you, and you can watch me do it on video.
I was born in the Abyss. I spent a lot of my formative life there, and have only recently emerged onto dry land (as it were). For this reason, I share very few cultural values and morals with any of you natives. I’m making my home here now, so I imagine I’m going to drift in your general direction more than you will in mine anyway, but wouldn’t it be better if it was a natural process, brought out by life experiences, rather than by brainwashing and forced education?
Why am I here? Simple answer to that is that I’ve fallen in love, and as everyone knows, long distance relationships suck donkey dick. So, in order to give this relationship a chance, I’ve relocated.
Having got here, I’ve come to realise how little you lot know about where I come from. So I’m going to be doing some additional entries here about the Abyss. I’ll keep it all as accurate as I can – I make it one of my life’s goals to never intentionally lie to people. This perhaps doesn’t make me the easiest person to get on with, because if you ask me if your bum looks big in that dress, I’m going to give you a straight answer.
Also, I’m not very old. I’m old enough for it to be legal for me to star in the videos that I’ve made, but there are a lot of states in my adopted country where I’d have trouble buying a drink in a bar, provided the barman was actually looking at my face. Why wouldn’t he be? I hear you ask. Well, that might be because I’m an active campaigner in the women’s topless rights movement, and I have pledged that at all times when it is legal for me to do so, I will have my breasts uncovered. And in the city where I mostly live, it’s legal for me to be in public with my boobs out. Between that and the prolific amount of ink I have all over me, there are plenty of guys who couldn’t tell you whether I was a blonde or a brunette, after being with me for up to an hour. People tend not to look at my face until they’ve known me for days.
Anyway, like I said, I’m going to write some stuff about the Abyss. It’s what I believe to be right, but don’t shoot the messenger, if it turns out to be wrong. My fiancé wouldn’t like that, and you don’t want to make him angry. He gets mean when he’s angry.
See you soon.