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On my simple softcore porn photo shoot to-do list I’ve resolved to wear more REAL clothes. You know, stuff that can be (and is) worn in public: no stripper shoes, no Leg Avenue costumes, no fishnets.

I just posted this gallery last night with me wearing a bunch of things I love: my all-time favorite hoody with embroidered black flowers (I’ve been wearing that thing for about eight years), a t-shirt my sister loaned me the last time we went to the spa, a knit cap that actually belongs to Delia’s ex-wife but has lived with us for years. I wore the pants in another shoot, but I love them so much and they’re even softer now than they were then. They totally represent love to me because my sister bought them for me when she was out shopping. Buying pants for people is hard! I would never risk buying anyone a pair of pants, not even my sister, but she clothed me in soft, cozy legwear.

This picture here makes me want to do a Rosie the Riveter style shoot (won’t be any time soon though — we don’t have the time or money to pull off something that good/important to me right now, not to mention I need bigger muscles):

Anyway, I really love this set of pictures — I think they’re adorable and I look palpably fleshy and real.

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If you’re curious how my insemination went, it wasn’t so bad.

This week I’ve got a lot of chat sessions scheduled for any members who want a chance to talk to me. I’m actually in our chatroom right now . . . alone. Which is why I was able to make this post! Think how easy it could be for you to have an awkward one-on-one conversation with me by becoming a member. You could be moving your moist hands back and forth from your genitals to the keyboard while you talk to me about music and toggle back and forth between the chatroom, my desk cam, and these photos without being able to explain the appeal because I totally don’t even look sexy, at least not in a mainstream media or porno way.

We’d *planned* to take a real day off tomorrow, the 4th of July, but instead of that we have to take a buttcrack of dawn trip to Seattle to try to inseminate me. I hate to be an asshole, but I feel like crying because the LAST FUCKING THING I WANT TO DO on the Fourth of July is be on the road. IN THE MORNING. The tension I feel now seems really counterproductive to trying to conceive so I guess I need to try to do some deep breathing or something. I would feel better if I could take a run right now and blow off some steam, but I hurt my foot the other day walking in heels outside for a shoot. Well, actually I was just trying on outfits for a shoot and had to run outside to see what our dog was hell bent on wolfing down: a grenade sized piece of dehydrated poop or something, and my ankles buckled three times in the grass as I ran in my mules to discover that. Since then it’s hurt to put weight on my left foot.

Fucking hell.

This is NOT the blog entry I would like to post for you, it’s just what it is. If I do not get pregnant this time, somebody just take me out and shoot me.

Are you going to tell me to go read _The Secret_ now?

Anyway, I had to cancel my shows on Saturday the 5th because we *might* wind up stuck in Seattle and I can’t put on a good show anyway after this procedure. So maybe we’ll make Saturday our day off. Sort of like normal people have weekends and holidays, only ours will be just one day. Of course, normal people don’t get to schedule massages on the fly the way I did today just after lunchtime, so it’s not like I’m saying I want to be normal or anything. Just bitching, that’s all.