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Archive for August, 2007

DOUGHY

One of my favorite things about being a little chubby: backfat, shot today:

I went to the doctor to get weighed and have my body composition analyzed; there’s not a huge change from the last time I checked back in November. I weigh 117 pounds and about 28.6% (33.5 lbs) of that is fat. Sexy!

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Since I got my period again / am not pregnant, I want to hurry and go back to the spa for all of the hot tubs and steamy/salty/muddy rooms that I won’t be able to enjoy when I’m pregnant. I made an appointment to go there tomorrow with my sister and get a massage. This is good news for me, but perhaps bad news for viewers; I’ve moved my chats and shows around so if you’re a member who likes to attend those things, check the show page for the latest (I have a couple of episodes of News Flash scheduled to make up for some of the other losses, and moved my Friday show to Saturday).

After this weekend we’ll be doubling our procreational efforts, which might mean we cancel a lot of shows and focus all of our sexual energy on each other; good for spycams, but less good for “shows”.

And now? I’m going to try to finish editing the photos we shot today, and shoot a gallery and video of Delia.

MORE BLONDE BLOGGING

Last night I dreamed I was walking down the street and EVERY head turned to look at my lovely newly blonde hair. It was like a commercial in which I was the girl chewing the new gum or wearing the new perfume that makes everyone love and want to kiss her. The only unusual part was that all of the heads turning and faces looking appreciatively horny in my direction were WOMEN’S. Hot chicks, all giving me the “let’s fuck”-eye because I’m so eye-catching as a blonde. In my dream I thought to myself, “wow – this proves my post that blondes are more attractive than brunettes; all of the women want me! I have to remember to post these results in my blog”.

Yes, that’s how much of a vain chick magnet I am in my dreams AND evidence of how trained I am to mentally note anything that could be blog fodder.

The dream went on to involve shopping in an expensive boutique with gorgeous silk dresses, sassy coats and even shoulder(?)-length leather gloves, all in magnificent arrays of colors. The beautiful proprietress with an updo exposing her yummy neck tried on a pair for me and I admired her exquisitely long, slender, leather-clad arms. I wanted to escape with her, but the store was very busy with tall, haughty women looking down their noses at me indicating I didn’t belong there (apparently my hair was much less impressive here than on the street). The store also sold really artfully-printed business cards with white type on black card stock; let this be further proof of what a dork I am, that while I am a normal women who dreams normal woman-dreams about clothes-shopping, I have to also have office supplies for a wishlist dream to be really top-notch.

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In real life, my mom and sister were greatly relieved to see me yesterday with blonde hair once again. They hated my hair dark.

Now that I’ve typed all of this I’m kind of grossed-out by the implications of the first part of the dream, but oh well. I’m human. We all want to be loved and wanted.

QUICKIE

Ooooh, it’s been a while since I last posted.

How come? Because my one year old nephew has been here since Wednesday and we just took him back home today. While he was here he was our sun and we revolved completely around him.

Speaking of great spheres in the sky worth worshiping, we’re hoping to catch the lunar eclipse tonight. I might have to catch up on some sleep before that, though, and set an alarm to wake up for it because I’m exhausted.

I probably don’t need to mention it, but I’ve not written or responded to any email in about a week unless it was urgent. We’ll get back into the groove tomorrow, though, AND all of our cams and audio are back up now that Mr. Squishypants is no longer in residence.

RE-BLONDE

Note: if you have anything tragic going on in your life or in your mind, please don’t annoy yourself by reading this extremely trivial post:

I got my dirty blonde back today:

Spycam view of me at my machine

I’m slightly ashamed and totally shocked that this hair color choice thing has become the most DIFFICULT series of decisions I’ve made in my entire adult life. It’s totally unimportant, yet I am tortured daily by whether I’m a blonde or a brunette at heart, and whether one is significantly better than the other for business and if so, if that is enough to override whatever my most heartfelt hair-color personality is. Snort! I’m disgusted with myself, truly.

Here’s the thing: I *AM* THE DECIDER. I have always made life-altering decisions quickly and confidently. I do not agonize over whether or not to do things. BIG things, even. The kinds of things other people spend significant amounts of time carefully weighing risks and benefits over, pros and cons. I do those things too (sometimes) but in very short order. And I tend not to consult other people over them, or if I do I really don’t give a shit about their input and ask merely out of curiosity’s sake because my mind is usually already made up. I know they might not be the BEST choices, but I’m ready to go ahead with them anyway.

Major and minor in college; quickly decided. Whether or not to leave my husband; instantly, as soon as opportunity arose – out of house in one week’s time. Buy a house? Waiting a couple of months to sign the papers seemed WAY too long. Become a webwhore? SIGNED UP AS SOON AS I HEARD ABOUT IT. Quitting jobs, school, friendships: without hesitation.

But whether or not to continue bleaching or switch to darkening my hair? Practically paralyzed. It makes no sense. None at all. I’m absolutely baffled by it and deeply disturbed by my whining requests for feedback from people.

Fortunately I can still look possessed by the sad librarian spirit of indoorsy introversion as an ash blonde:

Now that I’ve experienced about nine months as a brunette, I can say that blondes DO attract more immediate attention. As a brunette I felt more invisible than I have ever been in my life. I’ve decided blondes are more ATTRACTIVE while brunettes are more beautiful, or at least prettier than most blondes. I felt pretty as a brunette, but I command more attention as a blonde. Heads turn for blondes, especially blondes with big hooters. Apparently it has something to do with blonde being a rare genetic trait and therefore more appealing to potential mates (at least, that’s what I read in Vogue at the gym when I was supposed to be working out). I think it’s just because blonde hair is SHINY and shiny things catch the eye. It doesn’t matter if your face is a muddled hunk of ugly as long as you’ve got bright, shiny hair: the boys’ heads will spin.

On the other hand, a lot of porn consumers like jerking off to women who remind them of former girlfriends or women they’ve known in their lives, and many of those women were brunettes. The real girl next door? She tends to be a brunette. Also, the kinds of customers who tend to be attracted to my personality also tend to have a preference for brunettes (if they have or express a preference at all). The dominating (or at least assertive) Mommy nerd know-it-all archetype has dark brown hair, I think. But clearly these folks have found me acceptable as a blonde, so why limit my powers of attraction with dark hair? Oh yes, because this has gone down in the history of my website as my absolute favorite set of photos because I felt FANTASTICALLY beautiful on my first day as a brunette.

And hey, there were practical matters, too; my hair was so much healthier, silkier, and glossier when it was dyed dark. The blonding process is really hard on your hair; I actually have a tweety-bird tuft of broken hair on top of my head that got so fried by my last lightening that it just busted the fuck off. Of course, this was worse than it ever had been in my past permanently-blonde days because they had to bleach out all of the brunette so that was pretty harsh; apparently it’s not too good to do this back-and-forth bullshit.

Fluck. This is some stupid shit.

A PECULIAR IDEA

I’d like to bone up on my bible verses so I can randomly quote scripture during my masturbation shows. This would be comical, provocative, mysterious, surprising and bizarre — all of the ingredients for great entertainment. Plus I already have quite a headstart on the memorization of bible verses having attended Awana, vacation bible school, and a couple stints at a “Jesus Camp“like camp as a pre-teen.

Actually, it’s been on my to-do list for quite some time to create some bizarre revival-style monologues on video for my site, mixing crazed redneck Christianity with fiendish descriptions of all sorts of sexual perversions, alternately inviting worshipers to repent AND participate in said fiendish sexual scenarios, either with me or in my presence as the cultish lunatic minister. It’s a project I’m so fond of, however, that I’m hesitant to do it unless we have the time and money to do it with higher production values and more writing and rehearsal than usual. Not that anyone is clamoring for this type of content, but *I* would love to play that part AND to watch something like that so . . . someday.

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I just ripped a fart that actually BURNED whilst exiting my bunghole.

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In about an hour I’m leaving for a hair appointment to bleach more blonde into my tresses. It seems just plain wrong to me, considering that the stores just put Halloween candy up on the shelves and I really want to go darker again, but whatever. I’m starting to enjoy switching it up and am thinking that next time I will try more red before going dark again. WWJD?

RASPBERRY LIP GLOSS

Just awoke from a dream in which I was a man with a very large rod masturbating in my very posh living room, trying to hide it from my wife behind a magazine. Orgasm number one shot a gluey fountain above the magazine. Orgasm number two? Turns out my wife is Beyonce; I fucked her asshole. It looked like she applied raspberry lip gloss to it.

Herein lies the benefit of getting just a little too much sleep.

ROCKIN’ GIRL BLOGGERS

Literate smutblogger and phone sex operator Angela St. Lawrence pinned a virtual corsage onto the puffy area of my bloggy prom dress by naming me a “Rockin’ Girl Blogger”:

Now? I pass on the love to five of my favorite chick bloggers:

GODDESS GLORY
I’ve been dying to have a free week to focus solely on writing an ode to Goddess Glory and all of the reasons I admire and cherish her. Without taking a week to do so right now, I’ll just introduce her by saying that she’s an unshaven, ball-busting, enema-loving, awe-inspiring, mesmerizing, W-O-M-A-N. She’s also one of those rare and splendid people with a complex and highly-developed sense of self-defined VALUES that she applies to everything she does. The Almighty Glorious Glory is an earnest philosophizer, and a head-spinning dual-character of humility and divinity, lover and fighter.

ADORABLE AUDREY
What makes Audrey a Rockin’ Girl Blogger? Is it her frequent postings of alluring girl-next-door photographs? Is it her readability? Is it her sincerity? Of course it’s all of those things, but for me, personally, it’s her consummate professionalism. I’m a sucker for an extraordinary work ethic, and Audrey’s is truly top-notch. I hate to mention it since “great work ethic” probably sounds boring to most people, but to me it’s not just a laudable characteristic — it’s fucking HOT. Audrey is the kind of person who does ten times as much and does it all ten times better than 99% of the webgirls I know, all while maintaining a relaxed and alluring demeanor. Aside from “spectacular work ethic” being super-sexy to me personally, it’s super-sexy from a porn consumer’s standpoint because she delivers way more to her customers than they could ever afford to pay for. PRICELESS, she is.

EX-MILLENNIAL GIRL
Stefanie is a GIFT. She writes with ease, humour, honesty, humility and acuity about herself, addiction and stripping. She’s got talent and her own voice, and if you haven’t been reading her you should fucking start from the beginning and catch the fuck up BECAUSE YOU HAVE BEEN/ARE MISSING OUT. She has the skill to tell her story so that it’s accessible to anyone; you don’t have to be a girl or an addict or a stripper or a customer to get it. You also don’t have to worry about getting totally depressed; while a lot of the subject matter IS depressing, she’s got a subtle positivity vibe that keeps you on an even keel emotionally without being Pollyanna-ish.

KRIS MADISON
Most of you who know me well are probably also acquainted with Kris so I hope I don’t have to expand on her many readily-apparent appealing qualities. Instead, I’d like to share something about her you might NOT know about: she knows a lot about a lot of stuff. Again, this probably sounds like a cop-out of a compliment to some people, but it’s one of those qualities *I* am attracted to and that might be missed simply because she doesn’t advertise it on her blog (which is part of what makes her blog readable; it’s focused and coherent). Kris is the kind of person who loves to research and quietly infiltrate subcultures and niche areas of industry and expertise. She holds stuff in her head and applies it to her many (secret ninja) projects; you cannot have a conversation with this woman without her stealthily revealing yet another cache of knowledge on something intriguing you’ve never heard about before. In terms of her blog, I appreciate its readability even more because if *I* knew as much as Kris does, it would not be possible for me to present an organized thought. I would just say things like, “I deplete ATM manna pool now cheeseburger hack this ebook ROI point shoot traffic hymen matrix. Eh?”

SESKA
Here’s what I love about Seska’s blog: ZERO PRETENSION. With all of the people and stuff Seska knows, the projects she’s involved in and the respect she has earned inside (and outside) the adult industry, her blog never reads like it’s full of insider-information that only the “cool” people will understand, and for that reason it feels very intimate and personal, like private notes she’s writing just to you and herself. She never just *assumes* you have knowledge about the industry or sex or women or her hobbies or books or television or anything; she always gently guides you into her world by describing and defining each term, event and niche-reference she uses. A major pet peeve of mine are bloggers whose writing is so rife with obscure references, acronyms, geek-speak, etc. that they only can be understood by a very small portion of the population 10% of the time; I find that so aggravating that people like Seska and Kris stand out for taking the time to make their blogs readable. And as far as the zero pretension thing goes, as a person and web personality part of why she’s outstanding is she extends respect to all of her readers and to people in general; her blogging and interactions with other people do not rely upon witty criticisms or laughing at other people. Seska is always refreshingly kind and that is pretty fucking unique and inspiring in the world of blogs and men.

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I admit that I awarded these gals with “Rockin’ Girl Blogger” awards based less on their blogs and more on everything I know about them. I also have to admit that this took me FOREVER to write: over three hours, in fact. Let this be another lesson to non-bloggers about the kind of stuff it takes for Rockin’ Girl Bloggers to do what we do — IT TAKES TIME. Maybe I’m just a dumbass and it takes forever and a day for me to write stuff that would take a normal person ten minutes to write, but my guess is that the majority of people who don’t write have NO idea the amount of time and energy put into it. Allow me to take this opportunity to thank Angela of ZenFetish for honoring me by taking that time to give me such very warm fuzzies.

No Business!

Of course I have no business going into a smoke shop, but I love all the little THINGS they sell there. My dad always said I have a taste for shit . . .

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What Girls Like to Eat

Don’t hate me because I’m a webwhore, hate me because I’m an asshole:

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I know I’ll feel guilty in the morning about snickering over this.

What I really want to know now is what does “Daddy” like to eat?