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Archive for December, 2008

Let me toss some tgirl-on-tgirl porn at you before I get all personal and diary-ish(click for free pics & sample vid):

This is my favorite photo in the samples and in general that whole shoot was really hot to watch, plus I love that the resulting porn is both explicit and very sensual. I need to work on my skills as a photographer shooting people other than Delia, though. With Mandy and AmberLily I didn’t do a good job of stopping them and asking them to hold “poses”, so as a result there were lots of blurry and awkward shots — good ones, too, but could’ve been better. We’re still getting used to our new camera which is FAST, but since we don’t shoot with a flash or a lot of light we still have to MODEL semi-slowly even though it’s tempting when you hear the shutter flying along to dance fluidly along.

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Life is good — there are lots of things going on with me which are mostly connected with making a concerted effort to have LESS things going on and focus on a few high priority things. Right now my personal priorities are:

-exercising consistently (today will be five days in a row)
-eating less sugar and starches
-going to twelve step meetings & getting healthier emotionally and spiritually
-cutting back on a few things to make room for a) making money more efficiently and b) doing more things that I love

The past couple of years my body has become more and more of a challenge for me to feel good about, mostly because I never got into the habit of taking care of it except for getting enough sleep. With the added pressure (and wake-up-calls) of trying to get pregnant but not being able to, it’s gotten to the point where I feel really shitty with a litany of symptoms and complaints and hypochondriac fantasies. Long story short, I need to put myself and my health first before everything (and everybody) else.

A lot of times I sacrifice my own needs and desires to work which really is stupid because I can’t *do* this kind of work very well when my body feels like shit and I don’t provide myself with pleasure on all levels. I can barely stand to look at myself which is, ummm, pretty counterproductive for shooting porn (and editing/posting/selling it myself where I have to look at myself and love myself to do a good job). It’s not that everything looks shitty, but seriously — it’s not only difficult for me to bend over to tie my shoes these days, it’s PHYSICALLY PAINFUL. My guts fucking hurt.

Before people rush to simple judgments like, “duh! That’s what happens when you sit on your ass all day”, etc. let me offer a little perspective and extend some leniency to myself; there are definitely some hormonal problems contributing to my issues (all of the thyroid / infertility / depression / migraine / too-much-testosterone stuff and more all connected in a which-came-first/chicken-egg circle of insanity) plus the stuff we’ve been going through with alcoholism that no one has really been aware of or how it’s been effecting us; *I* haven’t even been aware of how much of my energy was going into trying to cope with it.

One of the unexpected bonuses of Delia getting sober is that I got to enter recovery too. Only I totally didn’t anticipate how hard it would be or that I would totally fucking freak out (which I did, surprisingly, really fall-the-fuck apart the first month and couldn’t really understand why when I thought I would just feel relieved and everything would be bliss and perfection). Now that Delia is sober and I’m not constantly thinking about her and trying to control her drinking, I’m left with the way bigger, scarier challenge and problem of mySELF and my own fucked-upedness. Patterns of behavior and sickness that I had before Delia and I ever even met.

I feel really optimistic, excited and fortunate right now, but I also feel like I need a lot of space and time and patience to get healthy in more ways than one. It takes more than a week or a month or three months or a year to feel relief, to figure out what to change (and what IS changing whether you want it to or not), to adapt, and to grow into new ways of doing things. I’m kind of tired and have a lot of stuff to process and let go of so just mending my body, our relationship and going to meetings right now is enough to keep me very occupied. I’d say that I’m sorry I don’t have more left over to spread around and to keep doing all the things I was trying to do, but I’m not sorry. I’m happy to be focused on what’s important.

Note: I’m leaving comments open for people who want to remark on the Delia & Mandy shoot or those who have their own personal sharing/relating on the subjects I talked about, but I usually do not feel helped by comments containing unsolicited advice, analysis of me/us/our lives and/or criticism even when I know they’re well-intentioned.

The weirdest thing just happened to me; I wanted to read poetry.

I finished breakfast and wanted something else, which is normal, but rare that I know exactly what it is. Today I realized POEMS were exactly what I wanted. Or just one good poem. That is fucking bizarre, let me tell you. In all of my thirty-five years I’ve never thought to myself, “a poem would really hit the spot right now”. NEVER.

We have tons of books in our house, but only a few (less than five, plus a whole bunch of bibles which kind of count, but not for what I wanted today) containing poetry. We have some Rumi, which I’ve gone to before so I guess “never” was a little bit of an exaggeration, but would have been accurate if I’d qualified the poetry I wanted as contemporary.

It’s not that I’ve never read poetry and enjoyed it, but I was usually forced into it or stumbled there accidentally. I’ve just never been like, “I NEED POEMS NOW! MUST FIND ME THE POEMS!”

Huh.

Note: I still have zero desire to read poetry online or via any electronic device, unless maybe it’s listening to an .mp3 or audio book. Skinny paperbacks are preferable. Going to keep an eye out next time I’m at a bookstore. Recs are welcome.

After having family stay with us for a few days, I usually feel like I need a day off to myself to recover from the energy kicked up from so many people around me. During this visit, however, I kept retreating to WebWhore Headquarters (that’s what I call my home office) for a couple hours here and there, allowing myself to WORK to relax.

Instead of picking work that I really *need* to do that’s high priority for making money, I allowed myself to work on low-priority stuff that’s fun and not complex or stressful (except for feeling guilty for not doing more important things) and requires no interaction with other people. Stuff that’s compact, like blogging and posting one-pagers on domains I’ve had for a long time that have been sitting, completely BLANK. My thought is that anything I accomplish is a bonus since I should be taking time off from work while family is here for our late-Thanksgiving so I should do something totally relaxing instead of tangling with bigger projects.

Here are some of the one-pagers I’ve made over the past week or two:

Worse Than Porn
TrixieDoll
Borg Porn
DeliaTS
Give Me Sugar

It’s soothing to play with fonts and colors and inspiring to remind myself of concepts and ideas that interest me. Only a couple of those were frivolous, actually, with no immediate application, but I still feel conflicted all the time and defensive about the choices I make with my time. Like if I enjoy it and other people might not understand where it fits in the puzzle, then I should feel badly about it. There are a lot of things I’m choosing to NOT do, and I constantly imagine a crowd of people criticizing my choices, saying “what, she’s not doing X so she can do Y and Z?? THAT is stupid! She hasn’t earned the right to waste time doing that — I want X! I want X! Y and Z are useless! She would be so much better off doing X; a bigger commitment to doing X would solve all of her problems, can’t she see that?”

One of my goals is to stop worrying so much about the critics, both external critics and my own internal asshole voices who can ALWAYS find some way to make me feel like I’m not doing good enough. I need to focus on what I’m doing right (and right NOW), not what I’m doing wrong (or not doing at the moment). Unfortunately I’m often painfully aware that every choice I make to do one thing means not doing ten billion others. It’s depressing and I have to knock that shit off. Being on Ritalin does help a lot because I can sit down and focus on something without intrusive thoughts and ideas continually popping into my head of all the other things I can/should be doing which then make me totally anxious, overwhelmed, afraid to proceed with the task at hand, and hopeless because of my limitations and lack of giant progress.

I know a lot of people struggle with similar feelings, so I share this for a couple reasons: because I know other people can relate and it always feels good to know you’re not the only one with these kinds of challenges, and because it helps ME to type out my fears and remind myself I don’t want to carry them around. I want to be happy with what I *can* do and what I *want* to do right now at this moment. I want to look at what I’ve done and feel a sense of accomplishment and pride, not guilt and maudlin hyper-criticism.

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Anyway, the family is gone now, our spycams are back up, and Delia’s warming up some of her delicious turkey & stuffing leftovers. Life is good.

We’re celebrating Thanksgiving late today; my sister, nephew and brother-in-law drove to our house last night and Delia’s cooking the turkey right now. The same turkey that’s been in our freezer for more than a year since we had to cancel dinner last year after my mom broke her wrist and had to get surgery mere days before the feast.

As a teenager I really resented seeing the women stuck in the kitchen on Thanksgiving. It seemed completely unfair to me, the way they slaved away while the men sat on their asses thinking up ways to make the day unpleasant and contentious. It’s kind of funny(?) that now I make basically no effort to help Delia prepare meals. And this is actually the SECOND turkey she’s cooked and stuffed in the past month since she made one for a big potluck a few weeks ago. Maybe as a kid I thought I was feeling sorry for the women in my family when really I was just feeling sorry for myself because I had no desire to grow up and be stuck in that role, stuck in the kitchen. At the time it didn’t occur to me to visualize what I WANTED, which was to grow up and have some OTHER woman (or some man) stuck in MY kitchen, cooking her little ass off while I come in just to rub my hands greedily and condescendingly tell her how GOOD it smells, and when will it be ready, honey?

My mom isn’t coming to today’s gathering, either, which is a good thing; I have an insanely bad case of PMS and our whole family gets exhausted when all of us are together. Someday I hope we’ll all live closer together so it’s not such a long-lasting, closely-packed, unable-to-escape-each-other ordeal but right now? That’s how it winds up and it’s too much of an energy-sucking drag for all of us to really be considered a celebration. The competition for control and attention between four strong personalities (mine, my mom’s, my sister’s and her two year old son’s) is too constant. I’ve been encouraged to be more realistic in my expectations for family time, and in taking that advice I don’t feel disappointed today that we’re not all together at once; instead, I’m relieved.

Since our nephew is here a lot of our cams are down or cloaked so that he can run around freely. Also, one of the camsites where we broadcast has been down since yesterday; it’s frustrating, but I’m trying not to worry about it today since there’s nothing I can do about it and it wouldn’t make much of a difference anyway with little Mr. Squishypants in the house.

I, my sister, and Delia stayed up way too late talking so I’m feeling really sleep-deprived right now and am going to try to get in a nap. I have a sick amount of anxiety when my nephew is here, worrying about all the ways he can get hurt, feeling like I need to watch everything he does in our child-unsafe house and around our dog. Even with all that watching, he’s gotten hurt and while it is a consolation knowing none of those times have come even close to killing him — kids HAVE to fall down, split their lips, bash their heads against sharp corners, etc. — I still have a hard time letting go and it’s much worse if I haven’t gotten enough sleep.

I (finally) got my members-only update posted. Here are a couple of samples:

It’s photos like this one that make me second-guess my brunette-ness:

And now I must excuse myself from the computer. I have a hot date in bed with a turkey sandwich, if you catch my drift. There’ll be no holding the mayo back tonight . . .