I was born in Allentown, PA in the late 70's to a very loving mother and father. An unexpected child, both of my parents dropped out of college in order to support and raise me.

I wasn't brought up under any definitive religious belief and I was taught that sex was a healthy and natural part of life. It was never villified in my household and the subject was never taboo.

My training in classical ballet, only served to heighten my fetishes. The perfectly arched beautiful feet, classic sheer stockings and over the top performance corsetry fed my desires. I think ballet is probably 99% responsible for sending me "down the dark path".

I think my latex fetish started at a really young age. I used to love to go into automotive stores and just smell them. I couldn't get enough of that smell. It wasn't until years later that I realized I was smelling the rubber tires. To this day, every time I pass an automotive store I have to go in.

I came to New York to be a ballet dancer and to go to college. About two years after I got here, I decided to quit dancing all together--it became too much of a strain, and my knees hurt all the time. It stopped being a fun, creative outlet and it kind of spiralled into madness. I was constantly being pressured by my instructors and choreographers to quit my academics in favor of ballet, which was something that I was just not prepared to do.

After quitting dance, I spent most of my time at school but also began to get involved in the NYC underground club and art scene. I gogoed at Limelight, peformed and caroused at the infamous Mother nightclub, bartended at The Bank, The Pyramid & The Korova Milk Bar and even ran my own club for a bit. During this time I also took a job at the underground clothing store Religious Sex, which used to be right on St. Mark's in the East Village. Around the same time I also answered an ad in the Village Voice for a recording studio looking for an intern. I walked in, told the owner I had no experience but was willing to learn and try something new and was immediately hired. I was an assistant recording engineer there for almost 3 years while I was still going to school, working a lot and doing crazy club shit. Ahh to be young!!!! These are also the years where I first dabbled in modeling.

With dance out of my life, there was still a part of me that needed to perform, to express myself. I'm a writer now by trade but I still feel that I express myself best through movement and body form--somehow the move from dance to performance art and modeling seemed like a natural progression. Going to clubs, I met a lot of designers and photographers who would just casually ask me to pose for them, wear their clothing or be in their fashion shows--one of the first "fetish" publications I appeared in was "Propaganda" all the way back in 1997. Somehow, that all spun out of control and here I am.