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I’m in the process of posting a Valentiney gallery for members with pictures like this (only bigger):

Right now I’m huffing down a bowl of cereal and sorting through a to-do list of about fifty (not exaggerating) things I need to do before we leave for an overnighter. Just the two of us in a suburban hotel room; we’re planning to shoot a little porn, too, but the main goal of the evening is to have fun and celebrate a form of Valentine’s day with each other before the actual calendar day of the 14th which we will spend with our members. We’ll be back home tomorrow after Delia’s laser treatment.

Okay, much packing and quick webwhoring to be done. Oh, and it won’t surprise me if my period starts while we’re supposed to be having romance-time. Not that I mind having my period (obviously, since I made a whole site about it) it’s just annoying not knowing, especially when we are hoping to be pregnant. I’ve no desire to test for pregnancy at this point, though, until AFTER the 6th week of my unpredictably stretched-out cycle starts. Tomorrow is only five weeks (about the average time it takes for my period to start again).

If you’re looking for good spontaneous conversation, ALWAYS LOOK FOR THE MAN WITH THE TOOTHPICK. He’s a conversationalist. You will know his interest in your conversation was reciprocated if, at the end of the conversation, he tosses away the toothpick. If he THROWS the toothpick and says, “aw, to HELL with you” while he walks away then it means you’ve found a debate partner for life.

I say all this after we walked home from our precinct caucus yesterday and had the best roadside political conversation with a guy with a toothpick and silver braid, wearing a Carhartt jacket over a Harley t-shirt. He stopped us as he got out of his pickup to ask what the caucus was like.

It was interesting. It’s only the second time we’ve attended one, but today’s was MUCH more exciting since there seemed to be more Democrats with some fucking common sense (last time the hyper-idealistic simpletons all threw their shit away on Kucinich; those folks were still there yesterday, I kid you not, providing the dictionary illustration for the word “futility”). Judging from what we saw in our precinct and the one next to us, Obama had a huge lead over Clinton in our town (and of course the entire state of Washington).

Both Delia and I felt sad that now that we HAVE to vote by mail, the caucus is really our only opportunity to gather together with other voters en masse to publicly participate in the process. Oh, I know there are other opportunities to get together and be all civic-minded, but those are usually just a handful of people with very specific interests. It’s just not the same and now they’re trying to get rid of THIS, too, and simplify things with a regular primary. I know voting by mail is cool because it’s so easy and convenient (and a way to avoid the nightmare of electronic voting machines), it’s just sad that we lose the sense of doing it socially as a community, and in some cases as a nation. Voting seems like even more of a farce by mail. It leaves me feeling disenfranchised as a citizen. It’s like using the free address labels The March of Dimes sends you without bothering to send them a donation. If I don’t have to leave my house and mill around with strangers in a location I would never otherwise visit I might as well be voting for American Idol; devoid of the common ritual, the process feels trivialized. Actually, voting for American Idol probably feels LESS trivial because at least people have a limited window of time to cast their votes (so are voting TOGETHER) and enjoying the ritual of tuning in next time to see the results.

All we have left is going to see fireworks together or sports in a stadium, and that’s just not the same because we attend games and fireworks displays and concerts as observers, not participants. I suppose we still have rallies and parades and protests to participate in, but that’s almost TOO much participation. Besides, for all of the work people put into it, there’s no official record of what you’ve done unless you get arrested or win a trophy and nobody in the general population cares about the outcome regardless. I would say at least we still have the pledge of allegiance and singing the national anthem together, but nobody except conservative automatons seem to appreciate the bliss of joining into rituals of mass brainwashing the way I do. Oh well. I suppose there’s always traffic court.

Since socializing is not a high priority for me and I tend to enjoy it more in structured environments, losing the opportunity to vote the old-fashioned way is a pretty big blow to my human experience. I loved sitting in the bleachers yesterday with strangers chuckling and criticizing our disorganized party, laughing as they moved their lips unintelligibly with their predictable head-in-the-clouds lack of awareness that nobody could hear their brainy soft-spoken voices while the rest of us in our typical passive Democratic style failed to speak up and point out that WE COULDN’T HEAR THEM. If we’d been Republicans, someone would have immediately stood up and cupped her hand around her ear or made the “up! up!” motion or screamed, “LOUDER!” Those gentle hippies, our brethren. How I wished we could import some of the audible obnoxiousness of our enemies, the loud-mouthed Republicans who know how to ORGANIZE an event and properly strategize.

At some point I realized it might be easy to become a delegate to the county convention, so we stuck around for me to push through the small cluster of other hopefuls and sign up to go. I felt a little cheated that it was all left up to chance (whichever people grabbed a paper and signed up first are going, apparently) instead of competition. I imagined if I were a Republican I would have had to FIGHT with some fat-ass in a red sweatshirt to EARN my spot. That would have been more fun. Perhaps the competition will be stiffer to move from county to the district caucus, though.

I am picking out outfits now, plotting an escalation of attractiveness to try to get to the state convention. If my sordid porn career prevents moving that far along I can console myself with the knowledge that at least I won’t have to go to Spokane in August June, which is a nasty hellhole.

From my most recent photo update:

Because the appearance of modesty STRIPPED appeals to many, here I am wearing a dress and flats I used to wear to church:

Plus the conservative classic, pantyhose (snagged, of course) over white panties:

And, finally, nude, pure and pale as the driven snow:

There are 138 pictures in this series available to my members.

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I am now getting ready for a musical chat session (also with members); I’ll be uploading new songs to my neglected “radio” station, ripping songs from cd’s, and taking suggestions from members regarding music to explore and add.

See you there?

The older I get the more awed I am by the weather. Or maybe the longer I work inside from my own home without being obligated to go outside at all for anything, the more STUNNING the weather is when I do take notice of it (or maybe I mean nature in general rather than just the weather). Today was gloomy all morning then POURED down rain then did the sunshine thing so beautifully that everything was dripping with wet drops of light. Here’s a photo looking the same direction as this one with snow:

A little something that the deer left us near the compost bin (and yeah, I think it’s BEAUTIFUL; I love the green in contrast to the glossy little pebble-turds):

The tunnel-like animal trail the deer take:

I interrupted my lunch-making to take those photos, then got in bed with my cooled-off soup, keeping an eye on the prettiness outside while I ate. Less than an hour later the sky and wind started hurling snowflakes at me, pelting the glass between us. It make me fucking giddy (this picture in no way does it justice, but there is that one flake you can see on the window and the obvious difference in the sky):

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It’s funny to compare how I feel about the weather to the way I feel about sex; I think people are entirely too excited about sex and really underenthused about the weather. I know local television news is enthusiastic about weather, but not the way I mean. I mean one or two people or some swinging couples in an RV campground hearing the rain pelting their roofs and hopping out of bed to say, “whoah! Dja hear that? WOW, look at that!!” Then everyone hugs and cuddles and gets wet. Or you hug yourself and grin and stare.

Everyone’s so fucking excited about taking pictures of naked people, but I honestly think that will get old and tiresome faster than the weather. Maybe I just feel that way because I work day in and day out with naked pictures of people. But I also have lived near Seattle for my entire 34 years so you’d think if it was a matter of overexposure I’d be OVER getting excited about precipitation. Maybe if it were my job to take nature pictures, THEN I’d be able to compare sex vs. weather on a level playing field.

I’m not saying that sex and naked people aren’t fantastic — they are — I’m just recognizing the intensity of my feelings for the weather and that I’m at a point in my life where sex seems almost ho-hum in comparison. To the weather.

Maybe it just feels good to experience and submit to a greater force that I can’t control or harness for work. I don’t know if there are a lot of surprises left for me in the realm of sex, but the weather? CONSTANTLY SURPRISES ME even though it shouldn’t anymore. And hey, have you noticed how the sun and moon are in different places in the sky every day? Even when you look at them at the same time every day, there are all of these variables (WEATHER! PLANETARY ALIGNMENT!) making them appear different all of the time. That’s fucking cool! Why don’t we talk about this more often instead of all this SEX blah blah blah SEX SEX blah sexblahblahblah?

Next up on my exciting, sexy blogging agenda: how steam locomotives are unfairly ignored and underrated by sex bloggers AND bonus entry listing the ten best new age songs to play at the planetarium!

It’s been a long time since I participated in one of these sex-blog circle-jerks; I’m surprising myself by posting the entire list since a lot of the ones I thought were really great or worthwhile did not earn top props — I’m sort of amazed at how many fantastic sex bloggers are out there, not all of them my cup of tea but a lot of them ARE. Those of you who’ve found my own blogging less sexy than in the good old days might find some new favorites amongst the links collected here:

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants:

This Week’s Picks:

A Fable
“They start touching her, gingerly at first, wondering what magic is in her.”

Fiction: The Island Princess and the Monkeys Who Tie Knots
“You naughty, naughty, NAUGHTY monkeys!”

Sexy Is In Your Mind
“Sexy is an attitude and really all in your mind.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Chickipedia

Editor’s Choice
Take a walk on the wild side.

Join the Sugasm
See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Ass-tastic!
Crave – Connect
Dreams
Good, Good Morning
It was worse than I thought!
Learning to love strap-ons: A Friday night bedtime story
Marital Stress
My first blowjob was with a she-male whore
Polite
The Scent of Nostalgic Sex
This post is cold
Threesome on a golden afternoon
Whispers, after

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Best Erotic Comics 2008
Kinky Movie: Julie Simone’s Babes In Bondage (Madison Young, Shibari, Ballet Heels, Fetish)
A Match Made For A Super Orgasm! Just Add a Vac U Lock Adapter and a Hitachi Attachment
Review: “Getting Off: Pornography and the End of Masculinity” by Robert Jensen
Review: Sex Workers Art Show
Ron Jeremy Reviews: 2 Girls, 1 Cup

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Does Abstinence Make Orgasms More Intense?
Dominant Paradigms
The female “gaze”
Nose-picking, groping, domestic space, books, muscles, and so forth
Padme amidala: Submission and blowjobs
The Risks of Internet Sex

Sex Advice
Going Down Anyone? How To Give The Best Head
Help! Intercourse Feels As Exciting As a Handshake

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Audio Story: All the time in the world
Braces Fetish Pics From Beauty And Braces
Catalina loves Pictures (and Nikki Nefarious)
Half-Nekkid on the Exercise Ball
I Feel Myself
In Her Bedroom
Kyla Cole
MC Nudes’ Big Breast Special!
Public Viewing Of Vintage Nude
Regina Ice (Twisty’s)

Sex Poetry
Intoxicated
Mmmm Mmmm Sexy!

BDSM & Fetish
Anniversary Bondage
Art Show Maintenance Spanking part 1
The Joy of Assymetry
Let me talk to you about Ms Danger
A Masochist Afraid of a Leg Wax?
Princess in Chains
SoRORIty
Take a walk on the wild side.
Try to be a good boy or you’ll be punished

Right now I’m just pondering how much sex work is specifically about NOT fucking. What’s the percentage, I wonder? I’m talking about situations where getting the money relies upon NOT putting out, but the interactions are still all about sex because they’re all about not GETTING sex (sometimes by the customer’s request and sometimes not).

Some of you won’t know what I’m talking about. Others will know precisely and dozens of examples will spring to mind.

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I’ve been very motivated and happily, busily doing my own bunches of happy, busy little things. I’ve been less-than ambitious, though, when it comes to accomplishing certain other things (exercise, housecleaning, personal hygiene). In other words, I’m doing some things well these days and other things not at all. I’m out of balance, but whatever. Tomorrow is my show day so I’ll get all pretty for that, then on Sunday we’ll watch the football game AND hang out in our chatroom the whole time so if you’ve been missing me in chat? Sunday during the game is your chance!

We saw/heard these guys perform “Patty Lee” last night on Conan and can’t stop replaying it over and over again; the sound and performance are SMASHING, embodying everything I would like my porn to be:

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I haven’t been this excited about hearing something new (to me) in a long time, and I’m SERIOUS that it inspires me as a pornographer/entertainer. I love hearing something so beautiful and defiant and seeing someone portray the most committed expressions of sensuality and felt belief in a way that’s so funny and human and TRUE. I watch that guy dance and hear that Big Country-ish guitar and the THRILLING neener of a song like “Been Caught Stealing” and I FEEL the agonizingly hysterically-funny beautiful truth of it; I can totally relate. I’m in love.

A snippet from their MySpace page describing the album:

Let’s Stay Friends is a record about Les Savy Fav’s unwillingness to give up. It’s a resolution to defy the forces which wear away at our innocence and enthusiasm.

Fucking incredible. Wishlisting now.