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Last night we had sex almost purely for the fun and pleasure of it (rather than as an obligatory conception attempt). I rubbed some Skin Trip lotion all over my face and neck, then all over Delia’s face and neck. It smelled like a hundred hot, tangled-up memories from the past eight years. We lit candles so the light had the same quality as the light in a million indistinguishable, pleasant past-times. I put on music from albums I’ve had since I was a teenager. I would say that it made me feel young again, but that’s not quite accurate; I think it made me remember that I used to be younger than I am now. It was like visiting myselves from years past. It was sweet.

I was really excited about having my boobs touched through my t-shirt, excited about looking down at them stretching out the thin fabric, watching them being groped and jostled and making the material covering them crease, tighten, tense, release. Excited about having them pressed upwards and jiggled around. I was adamant about having them fondled up to and throughout my orgasm. In the moments before and during, I was thinking about touching this girl’s nipples, imagining both having them as her and touching them as a him. I got off on it, guiltily, because that’s the hottest way for me in my head.

Here are three recent blog entries I appreciated from my fellow webwhores:

*Mina on the annoying aspects of advertising online for female companionship:

“My last attempt at hooking up with a chick led to her becoming utterly put out with me because I wouldn’t take a $40 cab ride to her house to immediately rape her. This, by our second conversation.”

*Mistress Matisse on her college education and lack of a degree. It was a blissful moment, realizing that I never wondered for a fucking second what kind of schooling Matisse did or didn’t have, and knowing that no one who reads her has to wonder whether or not she is EDUCATED. Schooling can be wonderful, but it’s also overrated; I treasure stories from happy, successful, smart people who dropped out of school somewhere along the way.

*Dacia questions Reverse Cowgirl’s co-opting of sex workers’ stories. It’s worth following all of the links, reading the comments and giving it some thought yourself. I think I vaguely recall Reverse Cowgirl’s blog going down for a period of time years ago (2003?) after which I abandoned reading it (shortly after discovering it, so I never got really “into” it). I do not relish the idea of someone who deletes blog history or is in the habit of abandoning her blogs compiling a bunch of stories by other people only to have them mysteriously disappear or be gathered up, deleted, and perhaps be republished in a book. Since she *is* a published author/more experienced (and, I assume, more ambitious) with publishing than your average hobbyist blogger, I’m curious if she has plans beyond the blogs for these stories she’s collecting and, if so, if she gets permission from the contributors for future/other uses (my guess is no, since the contributions are anonymous). Just thinking out loud and hypothesizing here.

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Okay, bedtime for me.

Because I’m always raving about the beautiful light and view we have, here is PART of our view of the Olympics:

We were hoping to shoot photos inside using exactly that southern light today, but it was actually all wrong and coming in at the wrong angle so my legs would have been in blaring bright light while my body and face would have been shadowed. We’re going to wait and shoot with artificial light when the sun goes down. I wish our yard were as private as it looks in these photos, because we’d totally be shooting our asses off outside (snow on the “mountains” would be a great titty gallery):

When we had to scrap our daytime indoor shoot plans, we backed up to trying to go somewhere to shoot outside, but I had to scrap that plan, too; every outfit I tried on that included practical shoes (because it’s icy outside even though the snow’s almost all melted away) made me look like a bloated marshmallow. So we’re just waiting to utilize the one tidy area we have in our house this evening and I am doing other work until the sun goes down. If our house were crystal clean we’d have more options, but ummmm . . . it’s not. We’ll have to work on that tomorrow or something.

Just a quick post with pictures of our dog, Nic0, in the snow this morning, and a heads-up that we have a chat session scheduled with members tonight at 7 pm (Pacific; 10 pm Eastern) in our members-only chatroom.

Playing with her Dora ball:

Delia did have a show scheduled tonight (and last night) but both had to be canceled due to my cycle’s unpredictability/us still trying to get pregnant, so she wanted to do a members-only chat session instead (which I am looking forward to).

The top things on my agenda for today are getting some exercise, then getting pretty and shooting some photos for members. I would also dearly love to do some more blogging, but I don’t know if there will be time for that. Getting ready and doing our shoots could take up the majority of the day.

Heads up if you want to keep an eye on our spycams tonight: we’ve got fucking on the agenda! I’ve been going crazy, having vivid sex dreams and masturbating, etc. Yesterday during one of my webcam shows I thought I was going to orgasm just from SEEING my clit.

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I’m working on promo galleries for Delia’s site right now, it’s been snowing a little bit, and my sister is cooking boca burgers with lots of extra mushrooms, etc. We’ve had to veil and take down some of our cams while they’re visiting because of my nephew being here. It’s worth it (for us), though.

Wondering how my appointment went at the fertility clinic? HERE’S WHAT HAPPENED.

I have another dentist appointment soon so not a lot of time to blog, but I’m happy that I finished another step in my site redesign process. HERE’S MY NEW PROMOTIONAL “TOUR”. There’s a new sample video, which is funny and hot (I think), but my favorite parts are my BookWormHole fantasy, my answer to the question of why I don’t offer cheap trial memberships to my site, and some more commentary on how I feel about porn bargains.

Next on my redesign agenda is the REAL free area and this blog; I’m really disturbed by how much stuff is outdated, missing and/or broken on the free side of my site and how I’ve let it go this long. I’m also overwhelmed and really just tired of working on web design projects at this point. I feel really URGENT about finishing, weary about how long it takes me, and excited about the possibilities (yet depressed by my lack of skill and time in executing them). I feel like I can’t do anything else until I am done with our overdue overhauls; I’m kind of going crazy.

I also just ordered some new video editing software; Delia used to edit our videos using premiere but the version we have is really old and I really didn’t like using it myself so we switched to using good old, free, windows moviemaker. It’s not great, but it’s been efficient. Unfortunately it just doesn’t do the trick for more ambitious projects, like my dollface video which we shot with two different cameras; just trying to insert an extra minute from another tape is pretty much impossible, requiring TEDIOUS amounts of cutting and pasting and trying to sync-up audio. It’s a fucking nightmare. We’re also way overdue on offering dvd’s and videos formatted for ipods and the like. I ordered Pinnacle based on a rec from Torn who said it does everything well without being overwhelming to learn. I can’t afford the price or the learning curve of Vegas, etc.

Okay, I’m late now on getting ready for the dentist. I need to shower and eat now before my mouth is rendered completely useless for hours.

Here’s what we’re doing today. We’ll be gone all day since we have to trek to Seattle and will make use of that to visit family. I’m sort of hoping to come back sooner than later, though, because of how frosty and potentially icy the roads could get.

In the absence of real blogging, you can check my Daily Trixie blog for the rundown(s) on what’s been keeping me busy, including a brown rundown last night. Gross!

Looking forward to blogging more SOON!ish.

A photo I took of Delia.

We’re back home from our Portland trip and 500 photos richer. Well, 498. And of course we’ll delete many of those, too. Not very productive in terms of shooting, but what we DID shoot was great. Besides, we were really there for Delia’s doctor appointment and also spent a nice evening visiting with our friends, Torn and Toni of KatVixen.com. I realize you all read me telling you how much I like to avoid people and socializing and all of that jazz, so you probably never conceive of how much I actually *do* like people and talking with them, and how hard it is for me to call it a night once conversation is rolling. I think I deprive myself so much of social stimulation that I become parched for it, which creates a vicious circle because I pretty much know I’ll want to overdo it when we meet up with people and then need a week of hermit mode to recover my wits There is often a part of me that *almost* whines to friends, “I wish you/we didn’t have to go” at the overdue end of a visit. A lot of my issues with socializing/needing a lot of alone time are less to do with preference and more to do with the way my brain is wired and that I just wind up blowing fuses trying to process the extra stimuli.

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So. A small (or literally a large) reason why we didn’t shoot more photos is that I didn’t recognize in time how overweight I am and that an outfit I packed, THE outfit, the one I was all sexed up to wear and use in a teacher role play, could barely be buttoned/couldn’t be zipped. I love it way too much to wear it incorrectly so it put me in a bit of a foul temper. It was slightly more depressing than our Halloween shoot debacle where I actually SPLIT THE SEAMS of the pirate dress I ordered. That was sort of funny and I wish we’d have gotten the splitting on tape. Oh well.

My conflicting feelings/thoughts regarding my level of physical fitness:
*I think I look and feel fine — nay, almost exactly how I’ve always WANTED to look — for a normal thirty-four year old
*but not a thirty-four year old who sells images of her body and needs to be versatile.
*I don’t fucking WANT to eat less or exercise more. I just don’t WANT to! Okay, I do want to but there are about 567 things on my list of things I WANT TO DO ****WAY MORE**** than exercise. I’d rather be fucking blogging, right? I’d rather be masturbating I’d rather be eating donuts while Delia gets ready for me to take pictures of HER. I would just rather be sitting on my goddamned ass using my motherfucking BRAIN, okay?
*but okay, I *do* want to look good in that outfit, darlings. I *do*. It’s just too perfect. There are SO MANY perfect little outfits. I pretend not to care, but oh, I *do* care, because I want to look so cute and fit in polka dot blouses and dresses with darts.

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None of this matters in any real way and it sickens me to even think about it for a moment, let alone go ON and ON about it, torturing myself and others with this fucking weight loss drivel. What a senseless waste of time. But. I think some of my dramatic feelings right now about my body are connected to bigger things than my bigger body. Like admiring some of the work my more cerebral cohorts do and feeling resentful that I don’t have time to do more of what they’re doing. That I’m bogged down by my visually body-oriented work that begs me to tend to it in such time-consuming ways. That my body right now is my most valuable natural resource and I’m trashing it (I would say that Delia’s body is my most valuable resource, but that would open up a whole other can of worms about possession and pimping and shit). That I want my work to focus more on *other* people’s bodies and less on my own. That I want it to fucking WORK PROPERLY but suspect I’m rounding the bend where I can’t take it for granted at all and it wants me to know that. I’m full of suspicious lumps, I can’t seem to get pregnant, and I’m having a hard time disguising my comical bulges.

I don’t like to complain about it or sound pessimistic. It’s important to me to say that I don’t FEEL as bad as I sound. But I *do* need to process these feelings. And remind myself that the reason I do the work I do is because a) I like it/feel driven to, and b) it is part of a plan that *does* allow me to do *all* of the kinds of work I want to do. Some of it right now/all of the time, and more of it eventually. And all of it really whenever I want if at any time I want to drop any of it that I’m sick of. And that’s the big reminder, that I can do whatever I want. I don’t WANT to stop doing anything I do right now OR I WOULD. I just really crave to do MORE of the millions of things I want to do. Making choices pains me because sometimes choosing to do one thing means choosing NOT to do other things I really really DO want to do (refer to above: socializing).

Sorry if that is all incoherent and vague. It makes sense to me, though. FYI: comments reassuring me about my weight or arguing about it will not be published; it’s not the real issue here: the real issue is what I want to concentrate on more than my body. Love to chat about it more, but again, this is more of a reflective post for myself than an informative or conversational post for others; once I post this I want to be dumped of it and move on.

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I don’t know if I can describe how satisfying it is to look at these photos we’ve shot, the ones that are beautiful. Since it’s difficult to describe without being redundant or obnoxious, you wind up reading more angst about dumb things like body image than daily thanksgiving about important things like how splendid I feel about what we make. I feel wrong even taking that much credit for just being lucky enough to have a camera, a moderately good eye and an appreciation for the beauty of certain things that never get old no matter how many times you duplicate them: black nylons against a blonde wood floor. Red patent leather. My girlfriend’s ass. Her willingness to get on the floor for me. The way the pictures I capture can keep getting better regardless of how fat I eventually may get or whether or not I can bear children or whether or not I ever lose a breast to cancer. I will still always know and deeply appreciate a billion and one things that are beautiful and exquisite and erotic and are not too hard for me to point out and celebrate. That I WANT to point out and celebrate.

Delia and I head to Portland tomorrow (Monday) and won’t be back home until Thursday. We picked a hotel with cute rooms to do some shooting and her doctor appointment to get hormones is on Wednesday down there. She has been waiting a long time for this and probably will still be sitting on the prescription for awhile until we find out if there’s a reason for me not being pregnant yet after six months of trying. We know her sperm is fine so next week I have a doctor appointment that will probably include (or lead up to) an ultrasound and an xray with dye shot up into my tubes to see if there are any blockages. Depending on what the diagnosis is with me, she’ll decide how much more sperm she wants to bank and how much longer we’ll keep trying the natural way if that isn’t ruled completely futile.

It’s about a four hour trip each way for us, so I’ll try to make a phone post or two while we’re on the road. I’m not sure if our laptop will cooperate with us once we’re down there, so we might not have any spycams up while we’re gone (edited to add: and I WILL NOT BE CHECKING OR RESPONDING TO EMAIL).