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FOR MEMBERS:

These pics of me wearing shiny thigh-high boots are from a new set of photos I’m posting for my members soon:

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OF “MEMBERS”:

My mom, sister and nephew spent a couple of nights with us so I haven’t gotten much work done the past few days, but here are a few posts you might have missed with examples of my masturbation fodder. For those of you who are curious about what I get off on when I have a couple minutes to pursue such things, lately I head to Rude for the homemade masturbation videos guys upload there themselves (I know the ads are annoying, but I’m a member so I don’t have to see them):

*Self-Shot Toy Jerk
*Silicone Jack-Off Buddy
*Wash and Wank

EXPOSED MEMBERS:
As you can tell by the number of videos regular guys post online for free featuring themselves jacking off — sometimes in the most humiliating of ways — a lot of men are not only exhibitionists, but get off on the idea of being forced or coerced into exposing themselves in embarrassing ways, being laughed at, having their penises inspected, and being ordered to masturbate for onlookers. There’s even a porn niche called “CFNM” (clothed female nude male) featuring men at the mercy of women who make them do these things for their entertainment.

CFNM is one of my favorite types of fetish scenarios because it revolves around the fantasy of women making men perform “against their will” with the balance of power being tipped in women’s favor (pretty unusual in porn). I also love role plays with a lot of build-up, which most CFNM scenes have. There’s a new site called CFNM Secret which is a fun attempt by one of the big corporate porn giants to exploit this market. I personally prefer Pure CFNM because they seem to “get it” more, but maybe CFNM Secret will appeal to a broader audience. I’m not so much into scenes where the chicks suck and fuck the guys, and I prefer for the men to look psychologically TORMENTED and completely aghast at being unable to control their own sexual response, but pretty much any CFNM scene turns me on way more than generic porn unless it’s the bachelorette party scenario where they go wild for male strippers (yawn).

I understand why guys enjoy fantasizing about being male strippers, but as someone who’s been to events where they’ve been hired, even when those dudes are outnumbered and getting paid they still act like they’re in charge of us and what happens, and that pisses me off. I will never forget the fucker who came to a bachelorette party and overstayed his welcome for HOURS lecturing us on NAFTA while most of the girls tolerated and even encouraged it while I drunkenly got in his face telling him he was WAY out of line, to shut the fuck up and to leave. Fifteen years later, the memory of it STILL makes me mad. The only time I’ve seen a male stripper behave properly (submit to women and entertain them, rather than himself) was a black guy with a circus penis (down to his knee, NO JOKE) at a house party with mostly black women. He kept his mouth shut and performed without acting like he needed to intimidate us. He was eager to please and seemed to genuinely get off on being in a submissive position without demanding extra attention. We got to USE him and he seemed to know that was what he was there for.

As I write this I am fully aware that I would freak out if I saw a guy writing about female sex workers this way; I know I have a double standard on this (men who are hired to entertain women should KEEP THEIR YAPS SHUT), but there’s still a double standard in the Americas with men doing most of the talking and controlling and women doing most of the submitting and listening. I can’t help it that role plays reversing that power imbalance are a turn-on to me both sexually and emotionally. It’s like therapy; I get a big charge out of it.

Earlier today I wasn’t sure how much power this victory would have over me. I was sure I’d be relieved, but to feel THIS GOOD . . . I had no idea. I feel like we’ve been given a huge gift. I do feel like a huge weight has been lifted and I’m bathing myself clean in tears of joy and hope. It’s so cheesy, but I feel psychically, spiritually renewed. I loved McCain’s speech, loved seeing how deeply affected so many people are by this win, and loved listening with everyone else to a president elect who leads on so MANY levels.

I know not everybody feels this connected to each other and so reassured that there are truly good, morally and ethically upright people ready to step up and lead our country. You can read this and laugh, but there are a whole bunch of others of us who feel transformed by this and are looking forward to positive forward movement in an atmosphere of greater love, respect and empowerment.

I feel changed. Our country is changed.

My mom is coming over tomorrow and maybe my sister and nephew, too. This week I am getting many of my wishes granted.

I don’t know why I assumed my dad would be buried with his Masonic ring since I knew it was a family heirloom that had been passed down to him from his dad, so it was both a blessing AND a surprise when my aunt, mom and sister all agreed I should have it. Normally I keep it on my “altar” with other trinkets and items of greater and lesser power. Here it is (upside down; sorry):

I have no idea what the monetary value is of this ring (nothing extraordinary), but it was the fanciest piece of jewelry anyone had in my family and the only diamond I ever felt familiar with. It was ALWAYS present on my dad’s hand and seemed imbued with secret, mystical powers.

It’s totally against the rules for me to wear it since I’m not a Mason and not a man, but sometimes I do it anyway to have my dad present. I wore it on a chain to my sister’s wedding, and sometimes I wear it on my finger when I want to have him near me. I’ve put it on at times when I needed to be reminded of the depth of his values, patience, kindness and boundless love for others. His vehement opposition to hatred and distaste for petty anger, mean-spirited criticism and silly conflicts. When I need a reminder to be a better person and my dad isn’t here to do it for me, I put on his ring. I should do it more often.

I wear it pointed at me so I can look at it the way I saw it on his finger, pointed out because he was a past Master. I’m wearing it today because I know how excited and happy he would have been to vote for Obama. I know how he would celebrate the progress being made and be proud to be part of these positive steps forward in history. One of the things that bothered my dad about Masonry was the segregation (white lodges and black lodges) and the really ugly, racist history and associations a lot of Masonic groups and individuals have.

During my dad’s life they’d at least gotten to the point where they recognized each other’s lodges and visited each other, but it was still really . . . ummmm . . . old-fashioned. When my dad was still mobile he took to visiting a black lodge in Seattle regularly and petitioned for membership there — the first white guy to do that (how welcome that idea was to the Prince Hall Masons I don’t know; if they were opposed to it my dad was totally oblivious to that). It was our state’s white Masons, though, who made up some bullshit to block him having a dual membership (I can’t remember the details and only happened upon them when I was going through his papers; if I remember correctly they lied and said he wasn’t a member in good standing with the state; of course there may have been a lot more to it behind the scenes that I don’t know about). My dad just contented himself with his honorary membership and waved off my protestations as stupid politics when I asked him “what the fuck??”

My dad is the one I went with the first time I voted for a president. We were SO excited about Clinton and I was SO young and optimistic I really felt hope in the marrow of my bones. I was positively WIGGY with optimism! Like a lot of people, I’ve naturally lost that feeling as I’ve gotten older and seen how even the good guys, when they’re ALLOWED to do their jobs, aren’t really all for progress and the last two presidential elections have been enough to seal me permanently in cynicism. I’m not even sure I will be able to feel anything more exciting than RELIEF if/when Obama wins. Not relief that everything or even most things will get better, but just a small assurance that I’m not living in a country dominated by the hopelessly brainwashed and criminally selfish. Relief that we can at least be proud of doing SOMETHING right.

I wish my dad could be here for this because his enthusiasm wouldn’t be tempered by my black-spirited pessimism. I really wish my whole family were together for this and there would be hugs all around and crying and hysterical joy that we would always remember sharing together. Maybe we can get together on Inauguration Day. But today, tonight, and tomorrow I’m wearing my dad’s ring and inviting him to be present when Delia and I celebrate here at home together. I hope.

While I let bigger (and possibly better) blog entries stew, here are a couple of images that might fall into the “bigger” and “better” categories:

In my last post I mentioned experiencing some bumpy emotions as I struggled to adjust my priorities and let go and cut back, at least temporarily, some stuff; in the days since that post I’ve emotionally adjusted, too. I now feel very content and optimistic about my new focus and happy to release myself of certain self-imposed obligations.

I’m being annoyingly vague, I know, but I just want to share that I feel happy and hopeful about my person(al life), relationships, business . . . where I’m/we’re at and where I’m/we’re going. It feels boringly repetitive to blog about them (“hasn’t Trixie said this a million times in the past seven years?”), but periodic realignments are necessary in life; sometimes the adjustment process is stressfully turbulent (even when the changes are positive, like when the person you love stops drinking or when you’re forced to recognize — AGAIN — that you aren’t superhuman after forgetting since the LAST time you were faced with that conclusion) but once you get used to it a whole new field of possibilities emerges and there’s . . . relief. And joy. And after some rest? New good things. More awesome. Progress made. Love shared. Delicious sappiness.

Anyway, I just wanted to say that things are good here!