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Archive for June, 2007

OUT OF IT

I’m here, just feeling the pull to be away from the computer (or at least not communicating through it).

Honestly, the only thing I feel like blogging about is So You Think You Can Dance and my big-ass crush on Faina. Fans who want to know my “type”? All I can say is that both her and her brother, Stanislav, from last year are HOT. I know, you think I don’t like skinny girls. I know, I don’t usually like blondes (re: Stan). But these two give me SHIVERS. I could watch them all night.

Everyone said this little number was horrid, and it does look stupider when you can’t see her hot pointy little facial features with her hair whipping around in her face, but I could watch her doing this over and over and over all night long. Might be my long sock fetish feeding into it, but I just think she’s SO hot, especially doing these moves that are sort of awkward with her long skinny limbs. FUCKING HOT:

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I imagine there’s something about her and Stanislav’s personalities that the type of people who love them aren’t the type of people who sit around all night casting cell phone votes for them. I love their icy steamy hotness (but we never vote). Yum, yum, YUM. Here they are dancing together:

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I could watch her mouth and legs moving around for a whole month and never get bored.

FULL & THROBBING

We’ve had a full day today, but nothing too exciting except for my CLIT THROBBING LIKE AN ANGRY CARTOON THUMB THAT’S BEEN BLUDGEONED BY A HAMMER.

Seriously, my pussy has been on red alert (and with my period starting today I mean that in more ways than one). It’s really been achingly demanding. Last night at the movie for the whole first hour all I could think about was how much I wished Delia could reach over and give me a handjob. As far as the movie went, all of my excitement was over Calypso and Davy Jones. Orlando and Kiera make me want to barf — what was up with that body double for the closing thigh-worship scene? Fucking lame.

Here are the boring details of our day:

*went to the gym
*got my period
*posted to that blog and this one and moved little things around in the sidebar
*checked stats
*wrote back and forth with Kris
*researched stuff for the pregnancy site
*watched an episode of The Deadliest Catch while we ate lunch (one of the few meals I’ll step up to the stove to cook: fried eggs, turkey bacon and toast)
*did dishes, laundry and other cleanup
*grocery shopped
*watched another episode of The Deadliest Catch while we ate dinner (Delia took care of this one: a delicious garlicky quinoa concoction with stir-fried shiitake mushrooms)
*shot photos and video of Tucker
*tried to follow along with some instructional bellydance dvd’s
*walked the dog together at dusk

It’s been a full day for me considering that I only got around seven hours of sleep which is usually not nearly enough for me. I’ve enjoyed the entire day, though, and now am looking forward to climbing into bed with some toast to watch So You Think You Can Dance and going to sleep.

If someone knows how to put stuff (like my borane [borane = boring+mundane] what-i-did-today bullshit) behind a cut using blogger so it doesn’t soak up the brain cells of people who’d rather not waste them reading such trivia, I’d love to hear how.

SHOW PUSHED BACK AN HOUR

I’m changing my show tonight from 10pm to 11 pm (pacific) to allow us to go see Pirates. Expect me to be duly aroused by filthy Depp.

FERTILE TRIXIE?

So . . . we have some sorta big news; we’re going to try to get pregnant.

More details later, but here’s the undeveloped porn side of that decision: FertileTrixie.com

NAKED ON THE INTERNET

I just read a book that felt like it was all about my life, even though it’s about many women and many different ways the internet is a tool for our sexual exploration: Naked on the Internet: Hookups, Downloads, and Cashing in on Internet Sexploration. To be fair, I was one of the (many) people interviewed by the author, Audacia Ray, so portions of the book ARE specifically about me and webwhoring; I guess I shouldn’t act surprised that some of it speaks directly to my experiences, but for THE WHOLE ENTIRE BOOK to feel so relevant to me from page one throughout chapters that I *wasn’t* interviewed for?

Thrilling.

It is *thrilling* to hold a bundle of pages representing women’s history in my hands and know that our experiences have been fairly represented and intelligently preserved by someone who knows what she’s talking about and is part of this phenomenal webby wave of self-publishing, sexual agency, capitalism and more. It is *thrilling* to know that our friend wrote our stories in a way that is intimate, readable and entertaining in addition to being smart and informative. It is *thrilling* knowing this book can stand the test of time to continue telling our stories and marking our spots in history for generations to come — because of NOTI’s wide scope of coverage, Dacia’s deftness in developing context without getting bogged down in boring details with expiration dates (hard to avoid when you’re talking about technology), and her facility in introducing tons of people, projects and ideas in a way that breeds instant familiarity, this book is top drawer stuff for anyone now or in the future who gives even half a shit about women, our impact on the internet and its very personal impact on us.

Aside from appreciating the book’s history-making, I loved reading it because it provoked an awareness in me of what I do, have done and want to keep doing; it made me reflect upon and examine my life from a more distant vantage point than I usually stop to consider (and a basic reminder of how the internet has allowed my life to be something better and very different from what it would be without it). It also accomplished something I haven’t thought possible for myself in a long time; it made me feel connected to a huge group of women with common experiences.

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I actually took a bunch of notes while I read the book, so I’m going to be writing a few follow-up posts sharing more personalized enthusiastic responses about stuff like immortality, cyberdildonics, personal blogging, etc.

SCANDALOUS!

Voyeurs: if you saw me masturbating yesterday and wondered what I was reading to fan the flames, it was a little porn-story-magazine thingy featuring guy-on-guy sex. With lots of really good drawings of gigantic cocks surrounded by sensuous big lips, horny sailors, etc.

And if you saw us fucking yesterday and wondered what was on the television that was so damned erotic, it was Notes on a Scandal. Note: I am not one of those people who romanticizes or excuses real life women (especially teachers) who fuck young boys, particularly not Mary Kay Letourneau, but that’s a subject for a different blog entry. Aside from the naughty hot sex scenes, I loved the wicked narration from Judi Dench’s deliciously evil character. She was like a combination of John Malkovich and Glenn Close in Dangerous Liaisons, Snape, and Patricia Highsmith’s Ripley all rolled into one nasty bit of work.

I know we’re supposed to be critical of portrayals of lesbians and older women and women in general as scary unhinged monsters, but I love and celebrate Barbara Covett and her fiendishly manipulative pursuit of female companionship and sexual pleasure. She made me hot — best movie villain I’ve seen in a long time.

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After my show today I spent most of my time working on a new website; I’ll give you more details on that tomorrow or Tuesday. I’ve also been really sleepy even though I got eight hours of sleep; I needed to take a couple of naps today, probably because I got no exercise yesterday as I spent many splendid hours in bed (see above) masturbating, reading and fucking.

DO YOU KNOW CALICO?

On my “to do” list for May 23rd was “add Calico to blog links”.

So much time has passed that now I can’t remember who Calico is or where her blog might be. Does anyone have an idea? If so, please post a link in the comments.

I don’t allow myself a lot of idle surfing time or stats-checking so I often miss out on noticing people who link to me or are bloggers I’d like to read regularly. FYI: I did just add a handful of new (to me) links to the sidebar but I need to find this Calico person if she was important enough to put in a to-do.

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Okay, I got her: Dominatrix Next Door. She’s a beautiful redhead with well-rounded posts and I must have put her on my to-do list because of this post, which I probably read right when I was flying high and thoughtful reading the latest $pread, too.

CLOUD NINE

I wrote the following “blog” entry for our affiliates to plug into their own blogs to try to get people interested in a membership to Delia’s site:

Some people’s idea of heaven is a hot chick with a dick, someone like Delia, a devilish angel with a she-cock:

Full Gallery appearing now in Delia’s Members-Only area .
JOIN NOW for ALL of her pics, vids & spycams!

If there’s a God, s/he surely must have populated the fluffy clouds of our afterlife with dreamy companions fusing the anatomical wonders of both genders, defying the restrictive binary categories of our earthly lives and elevating us to a place where true transcendence is exhibited everywhere. You know what would be even cooler? If upon entering heaven we got to construct our own hodge-podge anatomy, like plugging parts onto a Mr/Mrs Potato Head. I’ll take the milky DD breasts, a very tight hairless sphincter, a vagina hole and a gigantic uncut cock placed directly atop said vagina hole. And really well-developed biceps so they won’t be dwarved by my extra large wings. I hope they’re also passing out non-scratchy elasticized rhinestone cockrings and fuckable eye-sockets. Wouldn’t it be great to see a shemale’s cock coming right for your eyeball, getting bigger and bigger, and then, like, penetrating it?? And then when she starts fucking your brain you hear music, like heavenly voices, like the Mormon Tabernacle Choir singing inside your head.

I’m on my way, St. fucking Peter, right after I finish masturbating to the latest video in Delia’s members-only area . . .

I’ll admit I didn’t write this blog entry; Delia’s crazy-ass girlfriend Trixie wrote it and asked me to post it here. She’s a total wingnut, but Delia is hot.

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This is the kind of thing I wouldn’t post in our own blogs (err, well I guess I just did but not without explaining myself), but I *love* writing anyway. For all of the complaining I do about the stupid ways people try to sell our porn, I actually enjoy joining that fray myself because it allows me to feel totally uninhibited; I feel that there’s no real standard to meet, subtle soft-selling is discouraged, and I can revel in objectifying us in ways that I know should probably politically and emotionally disgust me. Oversimplifications are welcome as long as they catch people’s attention quickly and I genuinely amuse myself in the process of writing promotional text. It’s just FUN. I suppose it’s hypocritical or at least oddly contradictory on the surface for our own site personas to be what they are and for the promotional text I write for them to be so ridiculously shallow, but I still get a huge kick out of it. Part of the fun is knowing that if I can lure someone to our sites on shallow pretenses, they’ll unwittingly become ensnared in webs of the complex realities of our personalities and lives and we’ll have subverted the porn “thing”.

God that sounds TOTALLY FUCKING EGOMANIACAL. I hope I didn’t make you barf. Please, take none of this too seriously. This is only a test.

GOOD HOUSEKEEPING

You know you’re not that young anymore when, in looking for hairstyle/color inspiration, you spot Kirstie Alley on the cover of Good Housekeeping and buy that to bring to your hairdresser for your next ‘do. And she makes fun of you for it.

Anyway, I didn’t quite get enough blonde back in so I’m considering today’s foil a subtle first stage in going back to blonde. I’m sitting in an empty chatroom; I think the voyeurs are afraid to come in and tell me they can’t compliment my refreshed hair. Don’t worry though, it only looks bad because I took a nap on it and didn’t style it myself yet.

Speaking of housekeeping, we continue to care about doing some little special cleaning or improvement each day. Yesterday we spruced up our bedroom a little by bringing in a different lamp with really warm, pretty light and buying a couple of pretty pots to use as bookends. Today Delia divided and tended to an old snake plant from our parlour and put some of it in each bookend pot so now we have green things in our bedroom. It’s nice. That’s an understatement. Every blogged expression of my happiness is an understatement. Multiply “nice” by a billion.

Life here is surprisingly simple and peaceful considering the multitude of supposedly tumultuous changes we’re moving towards. We had some hot sex yesterday shooting pictures and video for my members. The iPod Nano Tucker gave me for my birthday (it was a total surprise gift; I thought the Sports Illustrated with Beyonce in it was present enough!) continues to delight the fuck out of me and makes going to the gym fun and more than bearable. Too bad I have a hard time hauling my ass out of bed in time to go with Tucker/Delia.

I seriously do have “real” blog entries to write, but this will have to do for today.