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Tomorrow our friends Julia the Naughty Teacher and her photographer are coming over for a visit, which we’re really looking forward to.

We won’t be shooting, just hanging out and chatting; we really need the social time and they’re willing to drive all the way out to our peninsula location so the least we can do is try to get our house to look less like a pig sty. It’s getting late and we still have a lot of cleaning to do, so I decided to post a “no frills” version of The List (of all the people I’ve fucked) tonight along with a guest gallery from Julia, and will publish an additional, more detailed version of The List whenever I’m able to implant the first layer of augmentation in the form of details, links, and video commentary.

While Julia and her photographer are here some of our cams will be down so they will be comfortable. Then we are going to be gone on Thursday so Delia can make one last deposit at the sperm bank before she goes on hormones (we’re taking a break from trying to conceive) and we’ll also deliver a late birthday present to my sister. We’ll also be gone part of Friday for Delia’s laser appointment. Next week I’ll be hosting hyperchat, though, so members will have many opportunities to hang out with me in chat.

VOYEURS: sorry about the PMS – I know it’s not very relaxing to spy on someone screaming and swearing and scowling and barely managing to not throw, kick and break things, but that’s life. I tried to treat it with exercise and got out of the house to blow off some steam; it helped a lot and I enjoyed it, but hormones are stubborn fuckers and I have to let loose before the next three days of interacting with others and/or being away from home where I *have* to control myself.

Reading Rachel Kramer Bussel’s piece contemplating how many partner makes you promiscuous I finally started work on something I’ve wanted to post for members for a long time: a numbered list of all the people I’ve fucked or had some sort of sex with.

There are so many layers I’d like to explore that I haven’t finished it yet: why I feel compelled to maintain such lists, how I feel about the numbers (and the possibilities of adding to them), the different ways such a list may be fetishized, whether less data presented in very simple form is more erotic than more data presented in detail with complete sentences in story form or even captured on video or in pictures, how making indie porn and being with Delia since 2002 has effected the numbers, how my list may or may not be different from a man’s, etc.

I also wanted to dig through some of my old photos to find images of some of the people on the list which led me into the frustrating chore of trying to recover corrupted data off of a cd I burned ages ago (most of our photos are backed up in numerous places with different kinds of storage, but not these images which have sentimental value to me now). None of the photos are pornographic and I own the rights to them since I took them, but of course I’m struggling with the ethical dilemma of whether or not to share some of these images (and if so, which ones and whether or not to blur parts of them) and all of the different ways I’m justifying doing it while still feeling like it’s wrong. But wanting to anyway. For the record. Which is a huge compulsion for me, wanting everything to be recorded and saved for posterity. Which I feel is very RIGHT which is part of why I follow trains of thought and say offensive things, many times at my own expense and/or the expense of others, because it represents something interesting or is an example of something that fascinates me and is thought-provoking. I am one of those assholes who acts like ideas are more important than people and that gets nasty and squats on boundaries when the ideas I like are ABOUT people.

Anyway, for those of you who are members and have been looking forward to reading the list, I apologize for underestimating how long it would take for me to get it done. I could post it now, but not without some of the context and thought I want to put in it.

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My random thoughts on/responses to Rachel’s piece about promiscuity:

This is SO TRUE: “Your number of partners and how “special” the sex is are not necessarily related.”

Not that I think sex has to be “special” for someone to deserve to have it and be exempt from moral judgment, but it IS a way of connecting with other people, yourself and even the divine and sacred (if you’re into that). It’s a basic human need. A core drive. Anyway, is every meal you have “special”? No, but you still need to eat and are programmed to do it at regular intervals.

It cracks me up when many of the people who are judgmental about sex are the same people who put really bad food in their bodies every day. Food that is unhealthy, that they aren’t mindful or thankful of when they eat, that they waste, that was unethically and/or immorally produced. That’s WAY worse than choosing to enjoy putting a stranger’s cock in your mouth. Anyone who scarfs down corn syrup, meat, chemical-laden and genetically modified food is in NO position to judge a woman for what she puts in her vagina.

*What does promiscuous mean, anyway? To me, it just means having many partners in a short time span and that’s a meaningless definition since “many partners” and “short time span” are so subjective. I think promiscuity can be very healthy and don’t think there should be a value judgment attached to it though I recognize THERE IS.

*15 partners is not a lot, in my book. If you’re not in a long-term monogamous relationship your entire adult life (and I don’t think that is more morally right than NOT being in a monogamous relationship, I’m just acknowledging that most people consider them ideal, rightly or wrongly, and you have more opportunities to fuck) and you’re only averaging one new sex partner a year then . . . that pretty much sucks ass for the average human and you’re definitely NOT a “slut”. Its healthy to have sex at least 1-3 times a week, and if you aren’t in a relationship of course you will probably have multiple partners. The UNhealthy/wrong thing to do is get into or stay in a relationship just so you can have access to socially acceptable sex. Even if you’re only hooking up with a new person to have sex once a month (which is pretty fucking DRY) you’d still have twelve new partners a year.

*I agree that the double standard does still exist and the pressure for women to not be openly promiscuous (and the response to those who are or are perceived to be) is FUCKED UP and has really scary repercussions. Namely that your worth decreases and ownership of yourself disappears the more people you fuck, making you a target for all sorts of abuse. I think its a representation of our (society’s) feeling that women do not own themselves, or are only permitted to temporarily own themselves if certain conditions are met. People think that every time a woman’s body is accessed by someone else that she’s transferring some ownership of it, having part of her soul and dignity sucked out of her, and losing her ability to have “meaningful” relationships with other people (like her all-important future husband, the final titleholder!). Like she’s becoming less human and more animal, “degrading” herself from personhood to a piece of meat, and we’re told that once she “does that to herself” (fails to/refuses to meet the requirements to be human which are different for women than men and designed to make her fail because doing so would make her NOT human) it is OPEN SEASON ON HER ASS — she asked for it. If she doesn’t care about herself (and “caring for herself” actually means denying herself what she wants), why should anyone else?

It’s uhhhh . . . pretty fucking crazy and yeah, I do totally believe that extreme misogyny is the foundation for all of the anti-slut sentiment (and the way most people use the word “slut”).

*I don’t think most people who are intimate with more than three people in their lives can actually remember who and exactly how many people they’ve screwed around with. Having kept track of it myself, I am positive that if I hadn’t logged the information I would not remember most of the people on my list (especially since I can’t easily recall a lot of the people that are on it, even with their names right there). I interact with far fewer people than most do, so if *I* can’t remember people I’ve fucked, I’m sure people who are actually normal social creatures drop a lot of interaction, even if its sexual, from their quickly-recalled memories.

You have to be a bit of a freak of nature to know exactly how many people you’ve had sex with. On top of that, so many people don’t qualify a lot of sexual behavior as “sex” (the whole “blowjobs don’t count” thing, or “he only went down on me but we didn’t actually have sex”). I just don’t think you can trust most people’s numbers, not only because they will lie about them on purpose but because they honestly don’t remember everything or don’t think of all kinds of sexual intimacy as “SEX”.

I’m on my way to pay a provider for services:

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I’m totally confused (and possibly deeply offended) by this post a Seattle guy made on Twitter so here I am, befuddled, bothered and bewildered:

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What does this picture have to do with losing one’s lunch?

Seriously — I don’t get it. I mean, I *hope* I don’t get it. BECAUSE I HATE ASSHOLES! If you’re following over a thousand people to get exposure for your site, try not to be a dick (or try to be clear).

I suppose I haven’t got any room to talk about how whorey tweeters should represent themselves since I frequently post about pooping. But pooping doesn’t hurt anyone’s feelings. Though maybe it could make someone lose his lunch. Still, I don’t think I want to follow people who have such weak stomachs.

FYI: I may have misrepresented the guy’s site in my phone post. And everything else about him. Because I don’t know him or what he was trying to communicate. Obviously.

I just added a new gallery for members with pictures of me naked in a fog. Here are a couple of samples:

Member Galleries: 1024 or 1600 pixels | Non-Members: JOIN HERE for access.

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I think I’m on electronic overload since we got home. There’s a certain feeling I get in my head, throat and upper chest when I’ve been talking on a cell phone, listening to an ipod, sitting too close to a webcam, or just having too much computer time; it’s like metal and static inside me, almost like the taste of static if static had a flavor (and if I had taste buds all throughout my upper body). I don’t think I’ve ever gotten it from cameras, but other things — yes. Maybe I have it right now because of the new laptop. Maybe it’s emitting some weird . . . something. Probably it’s the noise and the frequency of the noises, but it feels more like it’s the heated metals and plastics and ozone scents (which I like at first, but then feel like they’re seeping into me).

Or maybe I’m just crazy.

We’re home from our three night beach trek and had a lovely time, even if we didn’t get to see the meteor shower because we had almost continuous grey skies.

I’m not complaining about the greyness — it was super relaxing with the white noise of the ocean paired with the visual fog.

Here’s what we did: drove, ate mostly junk food, WALKED AND WALKED AND WALKED (to the point where our poor old dog was even tired out), shot a few sets of nudey pics, shot photos recreationally, “swam” (more like played in the water like kids letting the waves crash into us) and had a blast last night at the campground roasting hot dogs and marshmallows.

Here’s what I did not do: sleep well.

All in all it was splendid.

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Now? I’m pretty tired, but excited to be blogging in bed with MY NEW LAPTOP! I’m going to have to get Zone Alarm (or some other security software: recs anyone?) before I take it places away from home, but I’m super happy to finally have a machine I can blog and write on that’s not a dinosaur or hooked up to cams (though it does have the built-in cam I still need to add/subtract a lot of software and stuff to this machine before I log it in anywhere). Anyway, it’s romantic to finally have a laptop that I can use the way other people use theirs. I doubt you’ll see me haunting coffee shops on a regular basis, but I like knowing I *could* quickly pack up and do some work or even hold chat sessions elsewhere for a change of pace.

I love the smell of new electronic gadgetry. Mmmmmm . . .

Today I spotted a really good deal for webmasters on a huge stash of hot Russian fetish porn so I bought it and decided to use it to start building a bonus site for our members. Tonight I’ll post a gallery of fifty of my favorites; the following are samples from that gallery:

I bought this package not only because it was cheap, but because it contains so many things I love: gloves, inflatables, peeing, smiling natural-looking girls, outdoor nudity, white panties & socks, and a host of other naughty things. It’s hard to believe the content broker advertised it as his “ugly girls package”. Snort. There’s some insight into the porn industry mentality (in case you need any, which I doubt).

My hope is to make this bonus site to house bought content (non-exclusive stuff I like, but we didn’t shoot ourselves) and be more of a story site with my own little fantasy narrative to accompany my favorite images from each set. I know! WHY am I starting another project? It’s not really a big thing to do, though, and not something I need to crank out or “complete” any time soon; it’s more like adding another feature to our sites and inspiration for me to write more porno stories which are conspicuously small in number on our sites as it stands. I like riffing off of strangers in content other people have shot. It’s fun/hot, plus I feel the need to bulk up on the stories because a) the types of people who dig our sites also seem to dig stories, b) it offers insight into my own turn-ons which is part of the personality people expect from me, and c) to offer a little more of the type of content women gravitate towards (IN GENERAL; of course not all women like their porn in story form, but a whole lot DO rely upon the written word for masturbation fodder and think huge sets of 200 pics are totally fucking boring). Stories are pretty cool because they don’t require a bunch of money or extra people to produce outrageous scenarios; you just need time (which IS money, I know) and a pervy imagination.

Speaking of stories, here’s the latest on the “Red Rose”/Karen Fletcher case in which a woman was prosecuted by the federal government for OBSCENITY. She was convicted of a thought crime right here in AMERICA! I don’t know how to explain this if you don’t already know it, but it should not be acceptable to any of us that the government thinks WRITING about criminal behavior and publishing it IS a crime in itself, no matter how unsavory the subject matter. Even if people are jacking off to it. Especially when there are shows on television like Law & Order: Special Victims Unit which is big corporate porn of exactly the same stripe as Karen Fletcher’s, only maybe it’s worse because people delude themselves into thinking they’re watching those fictions not out of “prurient interest” (which is the language the law uses to say certain media is used as jack-off material rather than some more socially-acceptable form of entertainment – I call it the pornography of abuse and it’s how Oprah MADE her fortune) but because it’s somehow good for society. What a crock of shit. You cannot flip past that show for ten seconds without some Daddy creeping into a family bedroom he shouldn’t be in or seeing a child shivering naked in a bathtub or hearing the word RAPE. People obviously get off on that shit in many different ways. Let me clarify, I’m not condemning human nature here (most of us are drawn in one way or another to the horrifyingly sick, scary and macabre), I’m condemning the double standards that criminalize speech that SHOULD be protected by the First Amendment while giving the entertainment industry fucking Golden Globe awards for the same shit wrapped in a different package and set of excuses.

If Karen Fletcher was DOING the things she wrote about or printing the stories up on fliers and distributing them at elementary schools, well OF COURSE she should be not just prosecuted, but locked up for life. But she wasn’t. That’s not what the Department of Justice went after her for. They went after her for sitting at home in complete isolation, putting words on a computer and then onto the internet. WORDS. She thought about bad things and shared those bad thoughts with a whopping audience of twenty-nine people who sought out and chose to read them. Would I want to be her friend or have her over to babysit? Of course fucking not. What I want is for us all to prosecute and put people in prison WHO ACTUALLY COMMIT CRIMES. Not just imagine crimes in their heads.

I’ve had this poll buried in my sidebar for a few weeks where those of you using feedreaders probably haven’t seen it, so I’m giving it a post of its own for fun and greater visibility:

CLICK HERE if you can’t see the poll.

I can’t say for sure whether it will really make a difference in what I post here, but I’m always curious about people’s . . . desires. Feel free to leave comments to elaborate if you want.

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THE FOLLOWING IS BORING & BITCHY: READ AT YOUR OWN PERIL:

Today’s been one of those where every little annoying task has been much more difficult than it should have. Even posting this poll, for example, took five failed attempts, edits, logging into other sites for help, etc. before it worked. This whole post-poll part of the entry? Didn’t exist until that happened and I lost it and now just need to vent.

We received our three new 500 GB hard drives because we’re totally MAXED OUT on storage space, especially with our new camera and the huge pictures in two different sizes we’re posting for members. Tried to install one in just one of our Dells only to discover that their funny little proprietary blue mounting bracket/bay rails aren’t in two of our machines. And are apparently impossible to order. Very cute. This discovered after much googling and a long annoying chat with a very slow customer service person.

I tell you these things not because I imagine you want to hear me bitching, but just to shed light on some of the less glamorous aspects of webwhoring and to explain why sometimes I don’t have time to do nice things like reply to emails or, you know, create new content or get exercise so I won’t be a fucking lard ass.

I also tried to do a couple of the bootstraps method of site promotion via webmaster boards where you make posts to try to get some attention to your “program” so you can get people to sign up and promote your sites, and submitting to lists and directories. Because somehow we need to be able to pay for the new camera and hard drives and computers that I speak of and the realistic way to do that is to get more traffic to our sites so we can get more sales. I have to say that really put me in a bad mood today because it is such a joyless, inefficient, uncreative use of my time, especially when I know how much easier and more effective it would be to have money to pay for advertising. That whole “it takes money to make money” adage is so so so true, and the American Dream / pull yourself up by your bootstraps mirage is such a tired old joke. You run up against forums that require you to make 10, 25 or even 100 inane worthless posts on “would you hit it” threads and other more brutally misogynistic topics (or worse, the ones where the people actually are TRYING to be thoughtful professionals but can’t bare to restrain themselves from telling me my girlfriend and I shouldn’t be allowed to have children or that I’m a legal threat to them because I dare to masturbate when I menstruate) or just really BORING stuff before you can make a post with a link to your site or even a fucking picture. TIME SUCK.

Or you submit one of your sites to a directory and only AFTER adding a reciprocal link to them and studying their directory to determine what wording & subdirectory, etc. would fit in and also garner attention do you hit “submit” and get a totally nonsensical error. These are the parts of my job that I would love to have the money to never ever have to do again, either by being able to pay other people to do it for me or to avoid it completely by paying for advertising the normal and efficient way: WITH MONEY.

And these are the reasons why no matter what anybody says in the poll? My options are limited simply because my time is (simply because my MONEY is). This is not a feel sorry for me post, it’s just part of a record that includes contrast against the ways people who already HAVE money can run a business and/or produce lovely things like porn, art, or other pleasures. When you don’t have a rich daddy or collateral you have small, tiny, torturous steps to make that really do seem like schemes by rich people to insure you never. Do. Get ahead. At least not ahead of THEM, and certainly not without damaging yourself in the process or being a completely manic workaholic on stimulants (and even then you’d shoot holes in your computer out of frustration at having to work so slowly through all the obstacles that a moneyed person could soar over without a hitch).

I think I feel extra sensitive about this today in part because lately I’ve been working pretty hard (not twenty-two year old hard, but harder than I have been over the past couple of years) and been just about as focused as an ADD person can. It’s hard to see where it gets me except that I’m harder to be around (”don’t INTERRUPT me! Can’t you see I’m concentrating?”) and my eyes are crossing from looking at the computer for so many hours at a stretch.

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I actually have some really nice, pleasant, heart-warming things to blog about, but this bile rose to the surface tonight instead. My apologies, but I feel better now. Again, I would put this over on my bitchy blog instead of here, but I do think it’s interesting not as leisure-reading, but as documentation of how porn entrepreneurs without startup money have to operate. It’s especially frustrating to me when I have something GOOD to do (example: finishing a private diary entry that I started IN APRIL for members about one of my students, began re-researching/refreshing my memory to finish last night, and have had no time to properly immerse myself in today). And instead I’m spinning my wheels doing drudge work.

Yesterday I walked across a field with my eyes closed. After the heavy grounded feeling of walking in wet sand for almost an hour, walking blind on hard-packed dirt with sunburned grass felt like flying with the wind in my face, blowing my hair around. Or floating, at least. The only other people in the field were three black-robed figures sparring with each other using long sticks. With my eyes closed they sounded like three people playing football. The field was so big it was easy for me to avoid walking into them even without the benefit of sight.

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We’ve been having some private stress around here (on top of the published stress of trying over and over again to get pregnant) so yesterday Delia canceled her show and we *finally* went to see The Dark Knight. I wasn’t nearly as excited going into it as I was Batman Begins and didn’t feel the same attachment to this one, maybe because I preferred the more solitary focus on Bruce Wayne in Batman Begins and the whole emphasis on creating and finding an alter ego for himself. The imagery in Batman Begins was also darker and more appealing to me in a sort of Robert Louis Stevenson way than Dark Knight, which everyone keeps describing as “darker” than BB but really was just more hideous, brutal and scary. Yeah, the humour was darker and everything felt more tragic because of Heath Ledger’s potent brilliance, but that diverted so much attention from Christian Bale that it wasn’t really about Batman or anybody except for Heath Ledger’s Joker. Oh yeah, I do love the whole commentary on human nature being a dual thing of dark and light, I’m just saying that it didn’t speak to me on a deeply personal level the way Batman Begins did.

As I get older, it’s harder and harder for me to watch movies without being bored and annoyed by what seems like derivations from other movies I think are “better” or strike me as more original just because *I* happened to see them when I was younger and was first introduced to certain themes. There were a lot of familiar elements in The Dark Knight, but it really was awesome enough that it didn’t annoy me, especially since I recognize that there are *no* original ideas (plus, having no familiarity with comics or specialized movie knowledge I KNOW I’m completely ignorant of where some of these things “originated”). I felt like I recognized stuff from In the Line of Fire and freaky cross-dressing a la Silence of the Lambs. Since I know nothing of the comics and never even saw Jack Nicholson’s Joker, I couldn’t help totally associating the smile/scar with the Black Dahlia, especially since I just picked up another book (with the ghastly pictures) about the case.

Anyway, I loved the magic trick with the pencil and lines like “whatever doesn’t kill you simply makes you… stranger.” Favorites aside from Heath’s performance? Maggie Gyllenhaal’s Rachel Dawes was SO much better than Katie’s — LOVED her, and the chase scene/shootout with the semis. We also loved the political commentary on whether or not the threat of terrorism justifies spying on people, etc. Still, I don’t feel compelled to see this one more than that once in the theater (unless we could see it in IMAX). I really wasn’t prepared for the violence, and of course it always annoys me when there’s no swearing in a movie but there’s plenty of freaky brutality (I could not hack the part at the end when the dogs and Batman were being beaten with the pipe) and it gets less than an R rating; just having the knowledge in my head that our government is prosecuting people for “obscenity” even for just writing taboo stories and that they refuse to let COPA die makes me resentful when I see how violence in movies is embraced in America as totally acceptable for young people to watch. I can’t watch this stuff without thinking, “so THIS is okay for thirteen year olds to see but the sight of my clitoris will scar them for life?” Whatever. It’s not that I want kids to see porn or that I don’t appreciate a movie without swearing or that I think violent movies should be boycotted, it’s the nonsensical double standards that drive me up a wall.

So does Christian Bale’s alleged assault of his mom and sister ruin my appreciation of his acting? Ummm, no. Just like a president cheating on his wife has absolutely zero to do with whether or not he’s a good president, whether or not Marky Mark is a homophobe or a racist has nothing to do with my enjoyment when I watch Boogie Nights or Entourage and I still think PYT is a fucking awesome song whether or not Michael Jackson is a pedo. Given the rant I just made, it probably surprises you to hear that I don’t relate to people who can’t enjoy a celebrity’s work because of their crimes and supposed personal flaws (which may or may not be true, but we will never know). It’s not that I don’t enjoy juicy gossip about famous people, but it’s just another form of entertainment to me that is separate from whether or not I enjoy their actual work. Like, is it really a surprise to Christian Bale’s fans that he’s a freak? The guy wanted to starve himself to 100 pounds only eating an apple and can of tuna a day for The Machinist; were you really not aware that he’s fucking mental? Apparently, because I’ve been reading whining from women who think they can’t adore him anymore. YOU ARE WATCHING HIS MOVIES, NOT DATING HIM!

So yeah . . . sometimes I can separate things. Other times? Not so much.

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In addition to taking the night off for a movie, I also made emergency reservations for a three night stay at the beach next week, so our Sunday, August 10th and Monday, August 11th shows will be canceled. We will do some shooting while we’re there, but mostly we just need to get away. Yes, we have a beach here, but Puget Sound and the Strait aren’t the same as the actual ocean. I didn’t know it until Delia told me, but the timing is perfect because we’ll be out there for the meteor shower. She also just happened to order some things from REI before we made these plans so it all fell into place perfectly since the days I happened to find open rooms and camping spots weren’t my first pick before I knew these things, but just happened to be after the REI stuff will arrive and during the meteor shower.