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MORE MOON

Taken on Sunday night, around midnight:

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We half-planned to do a nudie shoot in the moonlight last night, but scrapped that in favor of cuddling and going to sleep much earlier than we would have if we’d have trekked somewhere to shoot. Also, I wanted to have as much energy as possible for my planned-at-the-last-minute trip to Seattle today to help celebrate my sister’s birthday. Delia’s not coming with me since Cedar and I are going to spend the majority of our day at a spa. Not just any spa, either; I intend to use all of their hot rooms and hot pools to the full extent of their heat-giving capacities before I get pregnant since I won’t be allowed to steam or sauna or hot-tub it once I’m “with child” (or rapidly dividing cells or whatever).

Anyway, I think I’m going to try to set aside as many days surrounding the full moon next month as possible for shooting, and try not to have any distractions heaped up on those days. Even with it being July, the wind can be biting here in the middle of the night so if we ARE going to get some nude or partially nude moonlight sets, we only have a couple of months to do it without it being too cold to be fun. Also, we don’t really know what we’re doing in terms of taking the pictures and having them actually turn out, so I can’t really count on being able to use any of the pictures anyway.

I’ll be back home either tonight (late) or (probably) tomorrow. Must get as much squishy nephew cuddling as possible. Maybe being around the cutest one-year-old in the whole wide world will boost my fertility.

FULL MOON

While Delia and the dog slept, I snuck outside at 2 am to shoot the moon:

She must be camera shy because she ducked behind some clouds as I set up the tripod.

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If I were to take up a useless hobby for the sole purpose of pleasuring myself, it would be night photography. Stuff lit by headlights, moonlight, flashlights. And by “stuff” I mean trees, lines painted on roads, and sinister figures under street lamps. It’s my impression that you really need to shoot with film to do night photography justice, so I doubt it’s something I could really get off on properly without spending a serious amount of time learning real equipment and techniques (which I’ve not really had to invest a ton of time or money in to shoot porn; we get by with very basic information and an amateur camera).

I have a fear that someday when I finally *do* take up this hobby, that all of the country roads that inspired me to love driving at night as a teenager will be gone. It’s a realistic fear.

BIG WET BOOBS: ALWAYS A WINNER

A few boob-oriented pics from my most recent gallery (with some hairy armpits thrown in for good measure):

Yes, I was having much fun:

More hair and wetness, this time lower:

My boobs, up close & bumpy:

Anyway, it’s a pretty plump gallery with a total of 150 pics in the members-only area; perhaps later I’ll show some samples of the more panty- and upskirt-oriented shots.

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Lately I haven’t been in the spycam chatroom as much as I used to be in the good old days. While I love certain things about spending time in there and hate neglecting it, I probably never would have spent that much time with the chatting if I hadn’t initially been paid specifically to do it by the spycam site. As compelling as chat is, there is something equally compelling in a more voyeuristic way about NOT being so accessible. So right now? We have more voyeurcams and less chat and I like having that space cushion to be able to be more in my head and working on ways to increase access to what’s in it in less direct ways than actual conversation.

Another voyeurism plus is my twitter. I know you’re probably sick of hearing me rave about it when it’s such a mundane little tool, but I love this microblogging thing in part because it IS so voyeuristic. I love being able to know what people I like are doing, even (especially?) the mundane things, and I love being able to provide that extra layer of access to my own voyeurs. The basic message of “I’m alive, and I’m doing something” comforts me, both reading those messages from other people and sending that message myself to others. Of course, I don’t take it to the irritating level of having my phone send off an alarm that someone tweeted, so I’m speaking here of enjoying it purely on the web level and intending others to read my tweets the same way.

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Today we’re going to try to shoot some more, plan our schedule and meals for next week, do grocery shopping, and (I hope) get some other work done. Boring little things like making ad banners and fixing the email text that is sent out to people who sign up to our sites (this chore is way more time consuming than you might imagine since a) there are join confirmation emails, cancellation emails, denial emails and expiration emails, b) all of those emails need to be updated FOR EACH SITE (DeliaCD, TastyTrixie, SpyOnUs, and TrixiesHouseboy), and c) the admin area for doing this is TOTALLY FUCKING CONFUSING; it feels like such a waste of my limited brain power).

We also really need to make plans for us to visit family soon. We haven’t seen my mom, squishy nephew, sister and especially my grandma for way too long and both she and my sister have birthdays in August. On top of that, I might have jury duty next month, plus I would really like some space and alone-time to do some personal writing and maybe some piano playing. I also need to call our local friend to confirm participating in a burlesque performance. These are the things I have to save my scanty social and mental energies for rather than chat and email; I wish I had more of it to go around, but I don’t. I feel guilty about it, but I know I shouldn’t.

“JUST FRIENDS”

A few weeks ago I made a new phone listing under the “just friends” category, hoping it would open a door for me to be available to talk to people without feeling the need to “perform” or be sexually ON. I think I will log in tonight and see if anyone calls:

HAIRSPRAY

Last week I saw Christopher Walken on Conan and almost cried watching him pretending not to be struggling to breathe. His pursed lips, skinny limbs, sweetness and concave chest reminded me so much of my dad before he died of emphysema that I could barely breathe myself just watching him.

Of course, I’ve never heard anything about Walken having COPD so maybe it’s just my imagination. If so, I kept right on imagining it last night while we watched Hairspray. I felt so sorry for him trying to keep up with the dancing, and kept hearing and seeing him work-in natural-sounding attempts at exhaling fully; I expected any time for him to crumple down with his hands on his knees and break out an inhaler.

Am I the only one seeing (or imagining) that he’s ill with a breathing issue of some sort?

HARRY POTTER CHAT

I’m not done reading HP & the Deathly Hallows, but I’ve scheduled a free webcam chat session next week for any and all nerdly HP followers to discuss the books and movies and perhaps share sordid Potteresque fantasies.

Though I will be on cam, it won’t be a “show”; there will be no nudity. I’ll probably even be wearing clothes on my face, that’s how modest I will be. Still and all, you have to be eighteen or over to participate because I’m sure I’ll say really despicable porno-like things.

Members: you can enter all of the Rude shows here for free.

MESH & WINGS

I’m uploading a new gallery for members right now. Here are some samples:

Notice the white border on the crotch of my panties (it’s where the gallery name comes from and is why I’m only showing SOME of the photos on TastyTrixie.com while the rest are headed for BloodyTrixie):

I think it’s a super-cute gallery while also being very natural (I start out wearing sweats and dirty shoes). It makes me miss my dark hair.

Anyway, the set will be up for members within an hour.

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I’m feeling pretty proud of meeting my goal I set for myself this week of going to the gym four times. For me, that’s a lot and I feel GRAND.

We’re still trying to figure out how to make our sites easier for members to navigate now that they have access to all of them. I have only made a very few necessary changes while neglecting more important ones (like changing the price points on all of the join pages, adding links on all the members-only pages, etc.). All of our sites need a major facelift and professional programming help; I feel overwhelmed by the need to do things up properly, but am trying to accept that our sites are still cool even without the “proper” fixes. Websites are cool because they’re so dynamic and always in flux. Websites are also a huge headache to operate for exactly the same reasons. Websites about PEOPLE who are always changing? Even MORE cool and MORE of a headache. If our sites never needed changing that would be a scary sign that we as people were stagnating. Fortunately, we’re anything but stagnant.

SAME TIME, DIFFERENT DAY

Tonight I decided to follow-up this post by taking more pictures at the same time of night (about nine) in the same place (our backyard). It started sprinkling as I shot these:

You can tell by the way the trees lean that we live in a windy place:

More wind:

More clouds:

More dog:

She probably wishes I’d brush her instead of taking her picture. It’s July, after all, and she’s shedding a lot.

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I woke up this morning with a foul PMS temper and went to the gym with a headache, but felt better afterwards. I even had a splendid two-orgasm show. Following that, I got some crap at McDonald’s, some Little Schoolboy cookies, and a celebrity gossip magazine. I felt guilty about crawling into bed to enjoy those things, and even guiltier about extending my afternoon laze-around junkfood fest for what seemed like a really long time. I stopped feeling guilty, though, when I looked at my Twitter and realized I AM NOT A LAZY ASS. It’s perfectly normal and okay for a person to relax and eat crap on a Friday afternoon for a few hours.

After I came to that realization I actually felt invigorated, happy, and focused (might have been the caffeine in the extra-dark chocolate on the Little Schoolboys). Since then I’ve gotten a lot of housework and photo editing done. I haven’t responded to any email that’s been stacking up, but whatever.

It’s almost midnight, but I’m still looking forward to making some dinner.

WET BREATH

I stepped outside tonight, just after eight nine, to a perfect July fog. The air was warm and damp, like it had healing powers better than anything in an asthmatic’s nebulizer.

It’s been steamy, even with rain the past two nights. For the past week or two we’ve slept with the window cracked and a fan sucking in cool air from outside, and, speaking of asthma, all sorts of allergens. I’ve been sneezing a lot more than usual.

The dog and I bring in sharp little weed seeds that cling to my pants and her fur. She rubs against the side of our bed and deposits them on the flannel sheets. I think I should spend tomorrow’s twilight on the deck, slowly pulling seeds off of my pant legs. One by one. Extracting their barbs from my fuzzy socks, being nebulized.

It’s funny to me, taking pictures. These don’t look like tonight. They certainly don’t SMELL like tonight. They’re one good thing, and being there was another; I’m not sure if I look at these ten years from now if I’ll remember the truth of the air’s density and the way the skin on my face and hands was breathing for me.

You know how much I love being inside, in bed or in front of a glowing monitor. Maybe because I do spend so much time indoors it’s easy for me to be lured away by damp layers of fog and dense natural light. I feel like I could be happier with less trying, wading in waves of dying July weeds.

Then again, I love coming back inside and savoring the memory of it, trying to preserve it because I always need help remembering how to breathe, not trying so hard.

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Tomorrow we’re going to be gone during the day – therapy, you know. I think I’ll post my update tomorrow instead of tonight. For one thing, I had my heart set on shooting a “muffin top” gallery. I’d never heard of the term until we saw that commercial for I don’t know what, and I thought it was so cute (and have always thought these “muffin tops” are cute regardless of what other people seem to think about the flesh spillage) that I wanted to take pictures of my own.

It turns out I don’t have a fluffy muffin top.

Except in the front — I’m very bakery in the front but on the sides and in the back? There’s no good overflow, which is where I wanted it to be. SO sad. Using the elliptical machine with the arm-thingies seems to have pared down my sides and backphat so most of what I’m left with is concentrated exactly in my paunchy gut. I might have realized sooner I’m not a muffin top girl, but I hardly ever wear my jeans because they’re uncomfortable BECAUSE my gut is so disproportionately distended. Whatever. Better luck with the next idea.