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GREEN & GORY

Just a quick photo from the set of “True Necromance” and a link to a this fantastic blog entry from Delia regarding fan criticism of the mixing of porn and politics.

I’ve got a bunch of Halloween promo stuff I need to hurry up and create today, so that’s going to consume all of my time and energy (except for the time we spend at our swing dancing class).

HOME AND TIRED
Just a quick post to say that we’re home and going to catch up on some lost sleep and maybe some relaxation before getting back to business. And posting a cast & crew pic or two from “True Necromance”.

BRUNETTE

Okay . . . I might as well stay up a little late to post a couple of photos of the new brunette me:

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Mmmmm. . . luscious! I’m very happy with the outcome, like piss-shivers happy with excitement and delight. Before this, always doing blonde, I *never* felt happy in the actual salon chair — satisfied at best — and would have to go home and look at it for awhile and get a few compliments to be happy with it. Blonde was the girl everyone else wanted me to be . . . golden, sunny, cheerful, and light. A smiler. But I never fucking was, and that was the beauty of the foil . . . it duped people into a false sense of security, balancing out the brunette inside me, making me more user-friendly and approachable.

But that’s not me.

I’m pretty sure this will be bad for business. For one thing, I’m breaking my rule, but for another, it’s almost acceptable to be bitchy and blonde. But bitchy and brunette? Oh, dear. You cold, cruel, calculating, conniving vixen! She-devil! Surely you’ve noticed that she-devils are never blonde . . . NEVER.

I finally feel like the she-devil I was born to be. Voluptuous with iced-cream flesh.

I saw a couple of blondes in the parking garage today. They looked like mirror images of each other, one tall, one short. Their hair was “perfect” salon-blonde and perfectly groomed. In a predictably-nasal tone, shorty said to tall girl, “did you see her hair? I mean, couldn’t she tell it was MESSY?”

I am not nor will I ever be one of you, blonde bitches. I reject thee and thou flimsy facades and I invoke the power of the brunette goddess . . . . errr, what’s-her-name.

I’ve always been more attracted to brunettes than blondes, in both men and women. I’m not saying I reject all blondies, just that brunettes catch my eye more often. Also, everyone in my family is brunette . . . I have the lightest hair of anybody at a nondescript mousy medium ash blonde. Blech. So this is the first time I’ve seen it that shade or darker since I started getting it lightened about thirteen years ago. I’ve been wanting to go over to the dark side for a long time, but really held out because of my site and because I felt like the blonde balanced out my personality and because everyone seemed to like it blonde; the lighter I’d go, the more people liked it. I’m not just talking men or fans, I’m talking about my mom and sister and hairdressers and everyone. Everyone advised against going darker. But now I must embrace it. I am an evil wench, the wicked stepmother, the haughty librarian, the priestess spitting fire and brimstone. Okay, maybe that’s taking it too far but this hair sends me into flights of fancy. It makes me feel VAIN. It makes me feel like posing and looking down my nose at people.

It makes me feel like I have a batch of apples to poison for Halloween, and that’s a very good feeling.

THINGS COULD BE WORSE . . .
We had a splendid time in Seattle, I am officially a brunette (and VERY happy about it), we got a few good shoots in, and . . . our old-but-new-to-us-minivan broke down on the way home.

Yes, we have had a number of cars break down on us a number of times over the past couple of years. Fortunately we’ve never been put in a really dire dangerous or humiliating position because of these breakdowns, it’s just been stressful and expensive. Though not as expensive as buying a new car would be. And not as stressful as if we worked for someone else outside of our home who would fire us or penalize us for being late or not being able to show up to work. It’s kind of strange how every time our cars break down it makes us feel more blessed than ever because it reminds us how things could be so much worse.

Anyway, right now Tucker is driving the truck down to where we stashed the van on the side of the road (we coasted it about a quarter mile down a hill just to save us on the walk home) so he can get the laptop, cameras, and all of our essential out of the vehicle.

It’s kind of amazing that we drove that bastard a couple hundred miles over the past couple of days, but it waited to conk out until we were only about a mile from home. I think our dog was pretty happy about how things worked out, though. We had a nice walk under the stars and she pooped in someone’s yard with us all unprepared — no plastic bags. Under cover of darkness our crime went undetected (you can get a ticket in our town if you don’t scoop the poop).

Okay. Up early tomorrow for a fun weekend shoot — be back Sunday!

ANOTHER BORING ENTRY
We’re hurrying to rush off to Seattle where I have an appointment with a guy who’s apparently, like, THE best colourist in town and I’m going to ditch my blonde hair and take on some brunette. Don’t worry, I will bring the blonde back at some point, just like I’ll bring back my bush. Three months?

I have a sneaking suspicion I am doing this to my hair because I feel like I can’t accomplish anything exciting lately and I’m bored. I feel like I have about three hours max between tasks or interruptions every single day, and most of them are mundane and boring but prevent me from actually working on anything new or getting lost in more intense projects with depth. I’m trying not to bitch about it since the solution is simple (get ahead on mundane tasks!), but I’m feeling really bogged down, bored, and annoyed with how often my incompetent brain is being forced to switch gears. As a result I’ve felt like napping, eating, and watching television whenever I have one of those one to three hour breaks because I feel like I couldn’t possibly accomplish anything of merit during those times without challenging my grey matter to a point of hyperstimulation where it would bulge, explode and start shooting out of my ear like a blender full of giblets and gravy with the lid off.

So. I’ll color my hair!! A girly solution to an ADD entrepreneur’s problem.

Anyway, we’re going to be gone the rest of the week shooting except for a brief jaunt back here on Friday. If we can pick up a connection in Seattle or elsewhere on our journeys, we’ll try to log in a spycam. If our laptop will even consent to being turned on.

By the way, my update today sucks ass. I’m sorry about that. I’ll be getting back to my high-performance roots soon . . .

COLDER
Mmmmm. . . it’s getting cold enough that we need to turn the heat on.

I couldn’t fall asleep last night, so slept in late today. At least I’m done with my taxes, though. Done with everything except PAYING them, that is.

We’re going to have to move our shows around this week (to tomorrow/Monday and Tuesday) to make time for a) shooting in Seattle at my sister’s house while they’re visiting Bradle’s family, and b) shooting a cool erotic-horror-zombie thing with Ron this weekend for a British cable tv show, Sin Cities. If we’re lucky, we’ll also fit in seeing The Nightmare Before Christmas in 3D. I’m really tempted to cancel our shows altogether, though, so we have some sexual “juice” left over to make our shoots good. Somehow I also have to get my hair colored during all of this and we can’t miss our swing dance class now that we have completed the beginning course and are starting the intermediate class focusing on triple-time.

A couple of other random blog entries I’ve made elsewhere:

Fully Clothed Pissing
New Playlist (voyeurs/members have probably already heard these songs too much on cam)

NOTE TO SELF:
When having menstrual cramps, NEVER look at “internal” porn photographs of other women’s cervixes. VERY BAD IDEA.

Here now would be a perfect opportunity to rant about the recent popularity of such porn, but I’m afraid my uterus would clamp down on my brain and never let it go if I visualized the necessary images in order to justify and explain such a rant.

*****

With cramps and not enough sleep last night AND the urgent need to prepare and file my taxes (not to mention the need to actually PAY them), I’m drawn to do three things: sleep, eat, and work on a low-priority (but fun) porn-surfing project requiring very limited imagination and mastery of new software and terminology. Right now, eating, sleeping and changing my pad are at the top of my list of things-to-do. YEAH!

*****

It is on days like today that having spycams eats away at me; I feel self-conscious about looking like such a slacker, and then I start to feel a combination of resentment and guilt that is sheer poison. Sometimes I do just want to be alone and ugly with my brain resting in my bed, and the more I feel insecure about giving into that, the more depressed I feel which only makes me want to eat, nap and watch television more. I *imagine* that people are judging me and hating me and wondering what the fuck is wrong with me, and that makes me feel coated with an oil of slimy anger and exhaustion that I want to bury with me in a crypt of flannel comforters and chicken noodle soup.

Instead of doing that, though, I’m going to take a bath, put in my contacts, and get out of the fucking house before coming home with some food to eat in bed with tv (is there any other way to eat?) and doing my taxes. And the only thing that’s motivating me to do this is HUNGER and the lack of anything enticingly yummy and low-prep in the house.

Afterword: when I wrote this post earlier I didn’t realize Tucker bought bagles, tofu cream cheese, and lox so when I got home I crawled into bed with my hot water bottle, half a toasted bagle with aforementioned toppings, a sushi roll, a giant mocha chocolate chip cookie, a bottle of extra ginger beer, a tall glass of soy milk, a “small” bag of Tim’s Cascade salt ‘n vinegar chips, and a Milky Way Midnight candybar. I demolished nearly all of it and felt fantastic about the entire experience.

UPDATE DAY CHANGE
It looks like we’re going to change the days of our members-area updates to TastyTrixie-Wednesday, DeliaCD-Friday, and keep TrixiesHouseboy on Sunday. Whenever we change our show days around it changes our “days off” (usually when we do shoots, but also a bigger deal now that we have a nephew and do take real days off to see him) which impacts when we’re around to do our updates, so I need to keep that in mind next time we do a schedule switcheroo and make adjustments to our update days.

So. That means I’ll be posting an update today!

HOME AGAIN

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We’re home again after our mini-shooting spree which focused on lots of softcore solo hosiery pics, mostly of Delia. I lost a lot of camera time to feeling sick because I couldn’t resist eating pastas with cream sauces. I accept full responsibility for eating dairy in spite of my lactose intolerance, but unless you’re vegan you probably don’t even realize how pervasive cheese, butter, cream, and the like are on most menus. It’s nigh impossible to avoid the stuff especially when your favorite sushi and Thai retaurants are closed. I’m still getting used to the fact that butter makes me sick. It’s like, INVISIBLE, when it melts so it seems harmlessly tasty, but my god . . . the shit is pure slippery evil when it hits my guts.

Fortunately I felt fully recuperated this morning so that Tucker and I were able to enjoy hot naked sticky-mouthed morning sex. It felt great in the gloom of our room to be all alone, both of us shaved smooth nearly-everywhere so there was just lots and lots of hot silky skin all over each other.

And now I need a nap. But first, a hot cup of tea.

P.S. to our voyeurs: if you notice a bunch of paperwork spread out in our parlour, we are in the midst of preparing our taxes so are organizing things and will be devoting untold pesky hours to the task this week.