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HICK IDOLS

I had to spend a couple of hours getting my hair colored this morning so it feels like I haven’t been home much, and certainly haven’t gotten any “work” done at the computer (lots of emails stacking up, I confess).

We did manage to waste a lot of time last night catching up on those American Idol auditions — I *hate* watching those mean-spirited things, and hate myself FOR watching them, and hate people in general for guffawing at poor unfortunates, and hate myself for being duped into thinking that any of it is for real, and hate myself for guffawing along with the rest of America. HATE it.

It was strange to see the Seattle Idol auditions and recognize some of the people. Not in a specific way, but just a general way, like the sweet girl in the pink fishnet from Snohomish and the Bothell beatbox boy’s dad — those are the kinds of people I grew up with. Oh, I grew up around pretty people, too, but the people who really felt like locals — the people who really belonged to the town in the same way generations of my family belonged to it — those people (my people) are kind of hicks. It’s shocking to realize how different we look from other people in this country, people from urban areas (the people we see on television most often). It’s shocking to see how much more we resemble Appalachian hillbillies than, say, New Yorkers. The jolt of seeing our kind-mannered ugliness on television shocked me into realizing how hidden we usually are, we poor, white, unfashionable folk.

The culture and identity of my state seems so washed-out and unidentifiable to most people, but the older I get the more finely-tuned I’ve become to the small towns and city (Tacoma) where I’ve lived; they have made me into a certain person that other places couldn’t have created. I am from “The West”, and it’s a real place not just some watered-down amalgam of other places or some expensive place to live that just appeared out of thin air when Microsoft, Pearl Jam, and Starbucks put us on the map. I am oddly proud to have grown up in a town with enough personality, poverty and pathos that people still have sex with farm animals.

Oh, and I should mention that I don’t recognize Taylor Hicks AT ALL as one of my kind, despite the way his name sounds; he is a moron who didn’t even know the words to “Country Roads” (among other things) and that sickens me to the core. Sex with farm animals also sickens me to the core, but not as much. I just felt like making sure you know that I don’t ENDORSE such bestial acts, nor do I ENDORSE Taylor Hicks. Both Taylor Hicks and bestiality should be avoided. Unless this provides him the release he needs, sparing some poor woman from being soul patrolled.

So far my favorites during the auditions are the Indian brother and sister and the girl who sang “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” (retch!) and reminded me of Inara. Of course I’ll be rooting hardest for the human beatbox from Bothell – I hope he makes it.

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I really should take a nap before we go pick our van (a simple loose connection with the ignition, but also holes in the radiator) and run errands.

I’ve got a show tonight. Come and see?

Another THRILLING phone post from Trixie!

TORMENTED

After shooting lots of photos and video of Tucker and Delia the past two days, I found myself EXTREMELY, PAINFULLY, TORMENTED by excitement. In spite of all the spunk Tucker already sacrificed for the camera, he welcomed me into his arms last night for some passionate kissing which immediately aggravated my sensitive condition, causing me to rub against him. A small amount of that friction seemed bring me near the brink of orgasm, but I wanted all of it so we took off our pants and fucked on the cottage couch until I had a healthy orgasm. Yay!

I’m actually horny right now, just remembering it and writing about it. It’s making me VERY UNCOMFORTABLE and highly agitated.

Unfortunately we have to take a trip in the gas-guzzling truck right now to buy some computer necessaries. When we get home we’re going to watch American Idol. If I’m lucky, maybe we’ll fuck some more, because right now my swollen genitalia are annoying me!!!!

HOME AGAIN

Yay — we’re home again after a two-day shooting-spree, bringing us about one third of the way to meeting our Valentine’s Day Goal of getting three months ahead on content production for our three main sites.

The place we rented was HEAVENLY, and I loved getting up this morning with no computers or cams to go check . . . just padding around in a clean pretty house after a lovely night of sleep in a perfectly firm and tidy bed. It was the kind of house that makes you feel like your life would be perfect if you could wake up there every day . . . if it belonged to you with its pretty colors and clean linens and someone else to do the housekeeping. While I pretended it was my house, Tucker had to go home and let the dog pee. When he came back to our pretend house, it was in our beater truck instead of our beater van and he bore the bad news that our van broke down. Again.

The reality of our precarious situation crashed down onto my head as we filled the dirty cab of the truck so full with our suitcases, lighting equipment, etc. that there was barely room for us to squeeze inside. But whatever. Things will get better. Someday we’ll have reliable transportation. But before that we’ll have three fucking months of content queued up for updates and won’t be scurrying three times a week to shoot half-assed shit just so we have something to post. More time to make money (for a new camera and, you know — a car that runs), more time to shoot FOR FUN and with a little more ambition, and a lot less tension and anxiety. More time to do other stuff, like chat with members and do private shows and phone sex — things I really miss (like writing more interesting blog entries). But all I care about right now is meeting that goal of getting ahead on content; we have just over two week to achieve that before Valentine’s Day strikes, and then we should be able to stay on top of it with some focused effort (maybe two or three days of focused shooting each month with spontaneous stuff thrown in for good measure, and the freedom to experiment a little more without worrying that we’ve “wasted” a shoot trying something new or strange).

So. Now I’m waiting for the tow truck to get here to haul our van to the mechanic’s. I haven’t had a safe and reliable car for about six years and I’m getting really sick of this shit. It’s not a very big deal because we work at home, but it has become a larger issue since my nephew was born (and lives hours away) and my grandma is sick (and lives hours away). Right now, at this very moment, I’m not sure if I want to rip my hair out or just shrug it off and remind myself it will all be okay.

INTERNET DOWN – NOT HOME ANYWAY

We just lost our internet connection a few minutes ago; for once they actually have an explanation for the down-time, though — they’re rebuilding some stuff / making improvements so apparently our connection will be hit and miss all day (and is really slow right now and I’m not sure if it will hold up long enough for me to post this).

The long and short of it for our members is that our spycams will not be up much while they’re doing this work but it’s okay since we’re not going to be home anyway; we’re leaving in a few hours. We’ll be gone for two nights shooting a bunch of photos in someone else’s cute house, only coming home to check on the dog every so often.

The point is, you won’t be missing much. Right now, for example, I’m downloading and editing video which means some cams are down anyway while I’m using computer resources for that. The cam that relies on the laptop is also down because we’re taking the laptop with us.

On that note, my new computer showed up yesterday but I’m not actually going to get to use it for a week or two since I still need a monitor and to install a bunch of software. With our heavy shooting schedule plus shows this week and next I’m not going to have a lot of opportunities to be shopping, migrating files, and getting things ready in time for shows and updates and such.

Boring, I know.

TODAY’S STIMULATION

If any of you voyeurs saw me looking flushed while I slouched in my chair and/or heard the sound of buzzing and wondered what I might have been watching while I masturbated with my magic wand, it was a video of Tucker jacking off that I was editing for his update tonight.

Then again, you probably didn’t see or hear it because it only lasted for about four minutes and I didn’t take off any clothes or start moaning or anything. Wand over pants watching cockstroking = quick orgasm for Trixie.

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When we started watching the Seahawks vs. Bears football game this morning I honestly didn’t think we’d be watching long, assuming Chicago would take an early and pronounced lead and we’d just turn off the rest of a boring game. If you watched it, though, you know it didn’t turn out that way. It was an entertaining waste of time and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Watching Matt Hasselbeck (Seattle’s quarterback aka “the guy who throws the ball”, I should tell you, since this isn’t a sports blog) doubled over in pain from his broken fingers while he kept on playing made me wonder how people would respond if I as a webwhore/camgirl, for instance, did a masturbation show with broken fingers and kept wincing in pain, and then had an announcer reminding everyone in the viewing audience of all of the injuries I’d suffered while doing explicit sex shows and masturbation.

Trixie’s back today and it looks like she’s still favoring her right ankle; no one really knew last month that she sprained that ankle when she twisted it wearing five inch fetish heels because she kept her game face on and kept doing her show but wound up having to stay off her feet and on her back for the past three weeks to give that time to mend, really REDUCING her versatility on the playing field. She looks to be in fine form tonight, though, with no traces of that rectal tear giving her any problem, but I wouldn’t be surprised if we saw that ripped asshole FLARE UP in the second half.

Wouldn’t the anti-porn, anti-whore people be mortified? And wouldn’t they be even MORE mortified if a whore suffered those kinds of injuries and actually got paid as much as a pro football player?

Yeah, that’s what I thought. You know what I’m talking about.

HOW PORN-MAKING AFFECTS US

On Tuesday we shot a hot POV (point of view) blowjob video culminating in many jets of spooge being shot in the air right in front of my face and tongue. To make it a GOOD video, we made sure the BJ lasted a nice long while (fifteen or twenty minutes?). By the time Tucker came, I was so wet and so excited from playing with his cock I wondered why we don’t shoot videos like that more often.

There’s only one reason we don’t shoot more hardcore: because we’re lazy. Oh, I sometimes beg out of it using the excuse that I want our sex to be natural and not staged for the camera with a bunch of lights shining on us because that detracts from the fun of having real sex, but that’s a lie because I’ve enjoyed every single sex scene we’ve shot. Sure, it’s a nuisance setting up the lights and your range of motion becomes limited and there are professional considerations to make and a certain amount of self-consciousness to contend with, but overall they usually wind up being a pretty good time.

It’s true that making porn and doing camshows can often drain us of recreational sexual energy, but sometimes it actually amps up our sex drives. I almost hate to admit it, but being semi-obligated and professionally-motivated to shoot hardcore porn for our members is a really good thing for our relationship, especially at this point. THIS point, where we’ve been living together, 99% monogamous, for over four years and fucking each other (almost exclusively) for five.

We have always had great sex since the very beginning — really steamy stuff. As the years have progressed we’ve perfected sex to something that requires really minimal effort and has lost some of its old creative ambition. For example, I hardly ever give him head even though I love having his cock in my mouth — it’s just not efficient though since I, well — since I sort of like having quickies and I orgasm quickly by riding him. Over the years we’ve started defaulting to the most-efficient position and haven’t been talking as dirty to each other. The sex is still great, it’s just not as varied or all-consuming as it used to be on a regular basis.

I shudder to think how our sex would decline and grow even more stale if we weren’t motivated by porn to liven things up every so often and remind ourselves how gratifying an episode of oral sex with the lights on can be.

We are not so different from all the other couples out there with regular jobs and regular lives. I mean, everything about us is regular except that we have porn sites. Sometimes guys say how much they wish their wives were like me and I remind them that I am not as different from their wives as they imagine me to be — the only difference is that I get PAID to be sexy. Maybe if their wives were paid to have sex on camera and could justify spending money on the lingerie and shoes I buy then they would be just like I am.

Even with all of the motivation and freedom I have to lead a hypersexual super-stimulating life, “regularity” has set in for us, too. It’s not a complaint, it’s natural — when things are perfect and cozy and wonderful you get lazy and complacent and take everything for granted. Sometimes you have to remember that keeping a relationship vital and exciting IS WORK. We are lucky that our relationships (to each other and to ourselves) IS our work, our sole source of income, and it forces us to spice things up in ways that I think we’d probably neglect even more if we had normal jobs.

Food and television encourage us to spend so much time not looking at each other and getting pleasure from stuffing our faces it really does take a concerted effort to get turned on when we are so used to each other. It’s not like the old days where we only had one day a week with each other to get all fucked-out with each other’s still-unfamiliar bodies. Shooting porn and scheduling sex can actually be a blessed exercise in looking at each other from fresh angles and reminding ourselves that we *are* sexy (to each other and to ourselves) and there is a whole audience of people eager to masturbate to whatever we produce and they aren’t tired of us yet. I don’t want to make it sound like Tucker “bores” me now that we’ve been together for a handful of years; that’s not what I’m saying (though I do think it’s really natural for people to be less-easily aroused by long-term partners the longer long-term they are; let’s be realistic AND let’s not forget I’ve put on a few pounds — I do think it makes a difference, at least to me — or forget to consider poor Tucker who endures my toxic gaseous emissions on a daily basis). I adore Tucker and love him more and more all the time and I still never stop being amazed at how gorgeous and beautiful he is. I think as your love for someone expands and deepens, the sexual part of that love becomes a relatively smaller, less-obvious factor and hey — I’d be a liar if I pretended we don’t have a couple of “issues” we both need to work on; things do pop up in long-term relationships that need some attention and distract you from 24/7 fuck marathons.

A couple of hours after we shot that video we wound up fucking; I was still wet from the excitement of giving him head. We did it with the lights off but people could still hear us on our spycams. We did it the same way we always do but somehow it was more exciting and charged up just because we stepped out of our routine earlier that day to make some blowjob porn.

I hesitate to post this entry because it feels almost too-private and too-easily misunderstood, but I think it’s a good reality check for non-porn people to realize that we are not insatiable nymphomaniacs; we actually struggle with many of the same challenges other couples deal with and people should be wary of the temptation to judge or criticize their own relationships or partners by comparing them to people who are entertainers, especially if the entertainment they offer is pornography. It’s not a fair comparison if all you’re looking at is the pretty pictures, hour-long shows, and little video clips.

Shit — I should also clarify that working on a relationship means more than working on the SEX part of a relationship. I’m pretty sure that working on the other parts usually indirectly lead to more and better sex, but anyway — I was supposed to be writing a “sexy” blog entry, not a therapeutic cuddlefest for couples. Leave it to me to make even a simple sex entry into a huge brain dump full of caveats.

MUNDANE IN THE MEMBRANE

Righteous rant develops in this entry; it may be worth slogging through the boring bits if you like hearing me bitch about the bullshit ways pornographers and sex workers are judged by violently harsher standards than mainstream entertainers and business-people.

I wish this didn’t look so much like The Blog Boring, but every time I have something provocative and interesting (or at least “sexy” or topical) to write I can’t seem to justify spending an hour or more doing it justice so those entries mostly just sit, half-formed, in drafts format.

More boring stuff: I’ve been patiently (but eagerly) waiting for Hipcast to become compatible with the new Googly Blogger so I can finally add post labels / categories to help people separate the wheat from the chaff in my blog. Today I discovered that Hipcast and the new Blogger are now working together! I even tested the compatibility by making a new gmail and blogger account (not wanting to switch over and — again — lose the ability to make phone posts which I consider vital to keeping members informed of schedule changes, outages, etc.) and was all set to make the transition . . . but found out that fucking BLOGGER won’t let me switch because some of my blogs (this one) have more than a thousand posts and they just aren’t ready for my massive weight. What the fuck ever. I’m happy to wait, I just wish they would communicate those things and wouldn’t have been shoving Blogger Beta down my throat with a billion links to “switch now!” for months if I don’t even qualify BECAUSE I’VE USED BLOGGER TOO MUCH, apparently. I mean — I do understand and appreciate that it’s better to wait than have a glitch in the transition; I realize I’m not being singled out or punished, I just don’t understand why I haven’t read about this problem before in their lovely oversimplified tours of Beta that don’t alert you to incompatibilities or problems with large blogs not being ready to transition.

I find it interesting that massive entities like Google and Blogger and mainstream sites like Hipcast can’t do a better job of communicating with their users. How is it that I, a lowly webwhore, am so concerned about making sure that my members know every single time my power is going to go out or there’s a chance one of my shows will be late, and yet these mainstream sites SUCK FUCKING ASS about taking two minutes to post similar messages in their status / news blogs just to reassure people that they are working on their bugs or to convey to people what those bugs are before they waste time (or totally fuck up their blogs) to try out their new tools? Is it that no one with any sense of accountability or customer service has access to post in their news areas? Or is it because blogger/hipcast users aren’t paying $20 a month the way members do to my site so blogger/google/hipcast/fill_in_the_blank don’t feel obligated to their users? It’s really ironic that Blogger cannot keep its own blog updated with any sort of frequency or relevance. Maybe they’re just so big they don’t NEED to communicate to keep their ship afloat whereas I am afraid the people who support me will perceive me as uncaring, irresponsible, or just too lazy if I don’t offer explanations when things go awry on my site or prepare them when there is a schedule change.

This train of thought reminds me that my kind of blog is less about being hugely entertaining or highly topical, and more about keeping in touch with my customers and, you know, reminding them that I actually give a shit about keeping them posted and letting them know I’m alive. Even if you don’t have good news or exciting new enhancements to your site or a thrilling story to tell, if you’re running a business and you have a blog you should FUCKING USE IT to let people know what to expect when they use your product. Even if you just post to say, “sorry that bug’s still not fixed; we know you’ve been waiting for months to use the new Blogger but . . . “.

It truly cracks me up (in a depressing way) that honest business-people like myself get such a bad rap simply because we sell sex, yet we often operate our businesses with greater integrity, customer service, and respect for our consumers than mainstream business-people. Why is it that we sex workers are all considered morally bankrupt by society while so many mainstream businesses behave as complete sociopaths but are never leveled with the same kind of criticisms sex workers field in such broad, sweeping hyper-generalized ways?? I’m not saying the Blogger/Google people are sociopaths, I’m just saying that I can’t imagine the kind of hate mail I’d get if I acted as careless and incommunicative towards my consumers as mainstream businesses do. But *I* as a dirty filthy pornographer am the one who has to pay higher payment processing fees and abide by stricter chargeback guidelines than mainstream businesses. As a pornographer you don’t even get a chance to prove your integrity or business ethics — it’s automatically assumed that you’re devoid of principles and operate with no moral compass and you’re treated as such by the credit card companies and the government. Internet porn is “high risk”. I’ll bet Hipcast isn’t considered a “high risk” enterprise, but they are the ones who’ll probably get massive amounts of chargebacks simply because they failed for months to post any news for their customers about their progress on becoming compatible with Blogger.

To be fair there *are* a lot of porn paysite owners who have really helped us earn such a bad reputation, but I honestly think even if we could prove those people are a minority of, say, 1% that THEY would still be the standard by which the rest of us are judged.

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Tonight we had bacon and eggs tonight while we watched one of my favorite TV shows, The First 48. It’s on A&E, and I can’t help wondering how bloody, dead and bloated murder-victim corpses represent “arts and entertainment”. I mean, yeah — it IS totally entertaining — but so is my bloody cunt but I’m not allowed to get paid for using it for entertainment purposes (and certainly NOT on television during daytime hours, no less!) and it’s actually attached to a living person who’s not (yet) the victim of a brutal violent crime! I DON’T FUCKING GET IT.

Another THRILLING phone post from Trixie!