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Archive for August, 2007

BLOGGY HOT BUTTONS

Two bits of bloggy goodness that turned me on immensely:

From Matisse’s journal, describing how her table has removable bits allowing her access to a client’s genitals from below:

I wanted to be able to lay someone down on their stomach and still get access to the fun parts. Sometimes I lie on the floor and do CBT on boys from that angle. It’s more scary for them when not only can they not see what’s coming, they can’t even see me. Once I draped the bottom with fabric and had Jae hiding underneath there like an evil little sprite under a bridge. Wasn’t that boy startled when he saw me standing several feet away and felt…someone/something… touching his bits. It was delightful.

More panty-creaming material, this time from the former stripper ex-millennial girl:

. . . . a fat old Boss Hog man in a three-piece suit asked me upstairs to a private room . . . . When I leaned towards him, his put his hand on my pussy. Then he worked his hand under my g-string. He fingered me. I smiled. I repeat: I didn’t know what was expected of me.

He played with my clit. I danced as though unaware, but hell, it felt good. It did. One of my fantasies was for an ugly old fat man to finger me in the Champagne Room. I’d masturbated to that fantasy for years, as there was something so hot and so ugly and so wrong and so good about it.

I came in less than a minute.

Part of me wants to remind people reading this that it should not be assumed that those of us who have this fantasy are issuing open free-for-all invitations to have it fulfilled, just that every so often under the “right” circumstances fantasy and reality can intersect. I just really don’t want Stefanie to be bombarded with emailed photos of ugly fat men offering to fingerbang her, because I don’t think that’s the point of her telling the story (or of me saying that reading it aroused me a whole bunch).

CRUEL AND UNUSUAL

Last night we watched Cruel and Unusual, a documentary profiling transgender women in American prisons.

If you want to see a movie about real people performing heroic acts, see it.

I usually feel like we’re lucky enough to live in a time and place where a single person cannot lead a major rebellion or do something even remotely revolutionary. In my lifetime and country the only things described as “revolutionary” have been new tech products like the personal computer; that type of revolution is meaningless to the lower class in terms of positive change since it mostly serves to widen the gap between the haves and the majority of have-nots.

What a couple of these women did while they were incarcerated was to shed actual BLOOD to effect personal change and governmental/institutional/legal change benefiting other trans women, and, I think, genetic women too. When the prisons refused to CONTINUE hormone therapy when they jailed these people who’d already been on hormones and refused to even acknowledge there were adverse *medical* implications to their obstinance, what did these prisoners do? THEY CUT OFF THEIR DICKS AND/OR BALLS.

And laws changed.

AMEN.

I’d love to wax appreciative and thoughtful on these issues longer, but I’m going to leave it at that for now.

HOTNESS

I have a “thing” for gloves. And men wearing suspenders. And Russian dancers. So last night? I *squealed* watching Pasha doing his solo on So You Think You Can Dance. It’s not on YouTube yet that I can find, so here’s his mannequin dance with Lacey:

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After suffering the heartbreakingly predictable loss of Pasha coupled with his hot goodbye number, we wound up fucking. It was sweet and jolly as much of our procreative sex has been. Very wholesome. Then we watched the Supernanny and I hated on the stupid bitch mom while lusting after the Supernanny because she is SO FUCKING HOT. I think Jo may be the sexiest chick on television with her multi-faceted well-rounded hotness. She’s very gal-next-door, ageless, wicked role-play fodder, in-charge (yet warm), and just gorgeous. I want to wrestle lazily with her in a pool full of pudding and play with her bouncy curls.

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Here are a couple of blog entries I posted with more on “what Trixie thinks is hot”:

Gina Gershon lookalike

Strap-Ons & Panties

OOPS!

After ranting about the need to protect my identity with a stage name, I just discovered I accidentally used the real name of a guy I fooled around with. Here is the beginning of the story, with his name consistently changed (in the story I used a fake name 75% of the time, but his real name the other 25%):

All of the girls in our dorm creamed their white Christian panties over Treat, the Hawaiian guy who lived on my floor. Hell, all of the girls OUTside of our dorm creamed their white Christian panties over him. I thought he was an idiot, but as time went on I confess to creaming my panties over him too. I distinctly remember staring at the bump under his white towel as he roamed our floor after a shower, and wanting some of whatever he had under there. Wanting to get a load of it, both figuratively and literally speaking.

Once my friend and I spent a casual evening in her room with Treat, interrogating him as to WHY IN THE WORLD so many girls seemed powerless to his charms. What was his secret? How did he weave his cheesy spell over them? After feigning modesty for awhile (part of his signature appeal), he revealed with intense seriousness that he learned everything from his favorite television show in junior high: Beauty and the Beast, starring Linda Hamilton as the beauty and Ron Perlman as the Beast. Yes, you read the plot description correctly: “The adventures and romance of a sensitive and cultured lion-man and a crusading District Attorney assistant”.

If you want to read the rest of it, it’s here in the members-only area.

SORE

I went to a new exercise class yesterday and now I’m sore in my sides from my hips to the base of my skull. SORE, I tell you, I’m sore!

And it feels SO good!

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In the middle of the night last night I woke up to feel Delia stroking my body up and down, running her fingers over and around my tits and nipples which were feeling exquisitely sensitive. Needless to say, we fucked.

Unfortunately I had a difficult time falling back to sleep after that, and what with feeling so sore and all had to make up for it with some napping which I took a wee bit too far and wound up having nightmares which is not so much fun.

NEW DOMAINS

I couldn’t resist. I bought yet another new domain for a site I don’t currently have time to develop properly. Well, actually, I bought TWO new domains. Believe me, limiting it to two took a great amount of self-control, especially when I saw that my business Visa’s credit line was recently upped by $1k.

The latest concept site I’m buzzing about?

LOMOPORN.COM

“LOMO”s are Russian cameras with a cultish following of hobbyists and collectors. A long time ago I read a great article in Details about them and was intrigued by their utility in low-light conditions and the oogy otherworldly images they produce. Now that you can buy all different kinds of new (now Austrian-produced) LOMO cameras it’s a very accessible and inexpensive hobby with a built-in fan base, and you know how much I want to indulge my night photography cravings so this could be a practical and inexpensive way to justify doing that for both business and pleasure.

I’d also like to add a site to our little network that’s not totally dependent upon our own images and personalities; LOMOporn totally fits that bill while also blurring the lines between porn and art. On top of that, I’d love to shoot stuff with film using a real MACHINE without all this digital stuff. Lomography is a really inexpensive way to go about that.

So. I don’t actually own a LOMO yet. I’m thinking of buying this $75 Color Splash first, but maybe I should shop around awhile. Oh yeah, scratch that $75 bullshit: Amazon’s got a bunch WAY cheaper

Anyway, if any of this sounds exciting to you and you want to contribute, you could gift me a LOMO or shoot your own LOMO porn and submit it to the site. I haven’t figured out how much I will pay for submissions, but it probably won’t be a whole lot and of course you will need to sign a release so I can use them; I don’t think I’ll ask for exclusivity though, which means the photos will still be YOURS to use wherever you want in addition to appearing on the site; if they involve penetration shots you’d also have to provide proof that the person or people in the picture(s) are 18 or over and each of them would have to sign a release, too; I might actually pay by the photo rather than sets (with a minimum payment to at least cover the cost of film & development), and of course people whose photos are accepted would be comped memberships to all of our sites.

If you are juiced up about this idea and want to donate a camera, I’d love it to pieces if you sent it here:

Trixie Fontaine
1240 W. Sims Way #7
P0rt T0wnsend, WA 98368

If you don’t want to bother shopping around I’m adding a few to my wishlist for ease of purchase/mailing.

Oh, and the other domain I bought today? BORGPORN.COM which is a MUCH less practical site to develop. But someday? MMmmmmmm . . .

STAGE NAMES & TIDBITS

Yesterday I accidentally spoke my legal name (first AND last) aloud over our spycams when I forgot to turn the audio off before making a phone call. Fittingly, the phone call was to our cable company in hopes of fattening our internet pipe so that we can broadcast MORE spycams, faster (so people can overhear even more of the goings-on in our house).

FYI: though I’m not super-uptight about a few voyeurs knowing my legal names, it’s not an invitation for people who know me as Trixie to address me as anything other than Trixie (or “Trix” OR even “stupid ugly cunthole” – even that would be preferable to people puncturing my webwhore bubble by assuming a level of familiarity I’ve not expressly solicited). There are actually quite a few members, past and present, who know my “real” name, and they’ve done a great job of earning my trust by respecting that Trixie is my chosen name for my webwhore-related interactions.

Having said that, there *have* been a couple of times where people used my birth name online to put me in an uncomfortable place trying to show me that they knew something they weren’t supposed to. It was like they wanted me to know I couldn’t get away with “fooling” them. Also, there have been people who are hell-bent on knowing my “real” name, repeatedly trying to drag it out of me; anyone who seems to think he NEEDS to know my birth name is someone I don’t want to have that information. For one thing, “Trixie” is just as real a name to me as the one my parents gave me because I gave mySELF this name. I really detest anyone who acts like the name I gave myself is inherently fake or phony. Plus, someone who doggedly refuses to acknowledge the importance of having a stage name just for privacy’s sake in this industry is someone I don’t want to deal with — they are the people who give whores good reason to protect their identities and keep them separate from their family lives.

Someone trying to convince me to tell him my real name once tried to appeal to my sense of fairness by saying, “but if I join your site, then you’ll know *MY* name and personal information so I should know yours, too!” Wow — and by his logic, when he joins my site and gets to see and hear inside MY HOME, it would only be fair for me to see and hear inside HIS home. Using his rationale I would apparently be justified in using the name and address associated with his credit card to go to his house and spy on him and his family and maybe google his name to find out where he works since, after all, he gets to spy on ME while I am working, right?

Of course not. That way of thinking is ALL WRONG. Anyway, the product I sell isn’t “fairness” — it’s FANTASY. Sure, I pride myself on offering a more authentic and less fictionalized version of the porn fantasy, but I don’t enter into a reciprocal relationship with my customers. It’s not like, “you show me your credit card, I’ll show you mine.” No, it’s an exchange and I set the terms. If private information like my birth name were to be for sale, I would SELL it as such. For like, five million dollars since it would pretty much be a one-time deal because anyone who thinks that information is too juicy for me to deserve to keep it under wraps would probably post it all over the internet anyway and I wouldn’t be able to sell that information again. And because I would want to make the point that YES, I DO think my private information is worth more than yours, and if you’re hell bent on stalking me to get more out of me than I offer professionally, you owe me the kind of money that will afford bodyguards, a nice home security system and a really lovely arsenal.

It’s not that I don’t understand being curious and it’s not that I think that kind of curiosity is pathologically dangerous — it’s not the curiosity that bothers me, it’s the disrespect shown in trying to SATISFY that curiosity. In the example of the guy who thought that since I could look up his real name in my system that he should get to know mine, it’s like he was trying to take me down a peg by getting me to say something like, “gosh, you’re right! What, do I think I’m *better* than you? No, I’m just an untrustworthy whore trying to exploit you with my fake identity and shouldn’t be trusted with your personal information without handing over an even more literal pound of flesh than the ones on display in my members-area. Who do I think I am, using my fraudulent porn persona to extract your personal information? Before you waste twenty dollars to see my life’s work since 2002 I need to make sure we’re even-Steven and I’ve been properly subjugated by your superior will.” These guys with their sense of entitlement scare me, but not enough that I won’t confirm their worst nightmare: YES, I NOT ONLY *THINK* I AM BETTER THAN YOU, I *KNOW* THAT I AM BETTER THAN YOU. How do I know? By your horribly ill-mannered invasiveness, that’s how I know. Oh, and I ALSO KNOW THAT THE VAST MAJORITY OF MY CUSTOMERS ARE BETTER THAN YOU, TOO, BECAUSE THEY DON’T PESTER ME IN THIS SOCIALLY RETARDED MANNER AND EVEN IF THEY DO KNOW SOME OF MY “SECRETS” THEY DON’T TRY TO RUB MY NOSE IN IT.

T I D B I T S

*Good news: Nico (our dog) doesn’t have a tumor; she had weed seeds that burrowed into her skin and became infected and swollen. Apparently this is a fairly common thing that happens to outside-dogs in the summer. The vet extracted the little buggers and prescribed some antibiotics, so all is well!

*Good news: I recently lost a few pounds. Bad news: I think I lost them off of my boobs. I guess that’s what happens when you go off the pill.

*We bought a new printer last week and I still haven’t had a chance to figure out where to put it or even just unpack it and smell it’s new-machine smell. It’s a photo printer, so maybe now we’ll be able to sell 8×10’s (there seems to be a niche demand for autographed 8×10’s of webwhores, fyi).

BONNIE GAVE ME SECOND LIFE

I woke up this morning to an email with an interview request from Bonnie Ruberg of The Village Voice. We’re going to talk tomorrow on the phone, and in the meantime I thought I should browse around and get to know a wee bit more about her.

After reading this lovely newbie guide to getting a sexy Second Life and her woeful tale of having an ugly avatar, I decided to give it a brief trial. The software is downloading now. My name is Trixie Offcourse. If I become addicted I’ll no doubt create an alternate male persona who will be a horrid cad with a very large swollen member he tries to stick into everything.

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We had sex this morning. I’ll try to make a post about that over on the FertileTrixie blog.

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Our dog has another tumor. Delia just spotted it today and our vet has no openings until tomorrow so we’re just trying to keep her from worrying it too much; she’s already got a couple of spots of bloody pus where she may have a couple little punctures. We hope it’s just some benign old-dog fatty-tumour thing they’ll be able to remove easily.

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My sister, brother-in-law, and nephew are spending the night tonight before they go off on a hike. Voyeurs: some of our cams may be down or obscured or without audio during that time, for example in our bedroom if we decide to all climb into bed so we can introduce them to the splendid show, Ice Road Truckers. I didn’t know the TV people could possibly come up with another “documentary” featuring people who’d feel even more familiar to me than the guys on The Deadliest Catch, but here they’ve done it! In case you didn’t know, my stepdad was a long-haul truck driver.

CAM SHOW TONIGHT

I just added a new show to our lineup, starting tonight at 9 pm (Pacific) Delia and I will be prancing around WebWhore Headquarters trying on different outfits, primping in front of the mirror, and chatting in between costume changes. It’s a softcore tease thing, so not a big sex show.

Non-members can see it HERE for $2 | Members can see it HERE for free.

Join HERE to become a member.

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Speaking of sex, though, we did have a sweet fuck this morning; I hope you caught in the spycams.