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I squirted during my third orgasm during my webcam show today. Actually, AFTER my show, since I stayed overtime because I couldn’t stop enjoying my g-spot with my kegelcisor (and Hitachi Magic Wand on/above my clit). I love the way the kegelcisor is extremely smooth, solid and rounded, making it one of those rare toys I can rapidly thrust in and ALL THE WAY OUT of my vag and slam it right back in without hurting myself.

Apparently my “ejaculate” was invisible to those viewing my show; I wouldn’t have specifically felt it coming out except I felt three or four hot little wet spurts hit my leg and then of course saw it. Not very much, though, which is good because that could have damaged my computer. My pelvic floor muscles have never been very strong. I think that’s the first time I’ve actually had an ORGASM at the same time I squirted from g-spot stimulation so it was pretty cool and actually even better than the first two non-squirty climaxes I had. See how I capitalized ORGASM to distinguish it from squirting to indicate that the two are NOT synonymous?

Anyway, just thought I’d mention it.

I know I’ve never written an exhaustive post about Trixie’s Adventures in Squirting and Opinions of Aforementioned Phenomenon, but maybe someday I will. In the meantime here’s a good (and HONEST) post from Nina Hartley about female ejaculation on Facebook. Maybe reading it a few days ago triggered something for me? I don’t know.

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Tomorrow/Sunday night I will be doing Stardust Piano Hour on our spycams at 7 pacific. Members should click HERE then follow the SpyOnYou link to watch/listen on two cams and chat with me from 7:30 to 8.

Speaking of the spycams, I added a clock to the NightVision cam’s broadcast displaying the time at our house to perhaps make it easier for people to figure out our schedule when we have shows and chat sessions scheduled. I’m sorry I can’t add it to all of the cams, but I may be able to add it to WebWhoreHQ cam also if it proves to be helpful.

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Note: Do NOT post any comments with advice on how to squirt, remarking about how you could teach me to do it more and/or bigger, or explaining what happened and why. It drives me BATSHIT that you can’t even mention squirting without dudes trying to school you on it without knowing what your experiences, knowledge or desires are concerning FE. And let me tell you, my desire to ejaculate more is only slightly greater than my desire to learn how to chug from a beer bong, which is ZERO DESIRE. Squirting is cool and all, it’s just not my “thing”. Or rather it *is* MY thing, not yours and I am confident I can enjoy it or not enjoy it or perfect the craft of squirting without unsolicited advice and/or assistance. Thank you. DRIVE THROUGH!

If I do become more ambitious about squirting, I PROMISE to let you know all about it and I’ll ask if I’d like help!

I *long* to return to this cabin or somewhere similar (but without earrings, heels, lipstick, etc.):

I want to be half-naked at this cabin again!

I just posted this full set of pictures for our members last night. It’s the last set that I saved/set aside from that shooting trip.

Half Naked: My Semi-Skinny Ass

You can check out other people’s Half Nekkid Thursday pics for this week here (links are in the comments).

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We’re heading out the door ASAP to go to suburban mall-land to do a bunch of shopping for shoot stuff we need, printer ink, cables, etc. so keeping this brief, but members take note: we have shows, chats, etc. scheduled Friday night, Saturday and Sunday night AND there’ve been some hot fuck sessions on our spycams lately so I hope you’ve been watching!

A couple of random notes:

I accompanied Delia to get her first Botox injections today. I was kind of jealous and can totally understand how some people get addicted to those kinds of procedures. I thought for sure the doctor would try to sell me on something as long as I was just standing there, but the only notice he took of me was after his juvederm speech to look over at me and remark, “your cheeks are awesome. You will never need fillers.”

I’m not sure how to handle some compliments (like this sweet one comparing me to Kate Moss), but compliments on my cheeks or cheekbones always make me happy. I think because it’s a remark on something that seems very objective and sounds like a structural analysis. It seems very specific and rational, almost impersonal, so I can accept that kind of flattery. Plus I think it’s accurate. I believe that I *do* have awesome cheeks! Note: I can also graciously accept compliments on specific ways I am “weird”.

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Do you wish I would now talk about how I feel about cosmetic surgery and enhancements and stuff? Maybe another time. Or do you wish I’d sputter about how Kate Moss is a bad role model for young women? Oh gosh . . . don’t even get me started. It makes me really fucking irritated when people jump all over her skinny ass like she’s personally responsible for all of the eating disorders in the world. I don’t think we’re healing women of insecurity by rabidly insisting that skinny women aren’t “real”, which goes back to how I feel about cosmetic stuff; no matter how much silicone you put in your body and how your skin is moved around and your fat excised, YOU ARE STILL A REAL PERSON and should be treated as such. Yeah, I think it’s all very problematic and stuff, but whatever. It’s all too fascinating to blog about in depth right now (no, I’m not being sarcastic: this stuff FASCINATES me though it does sometimes bore the fuck out of me, too . . . I’ve even felt a kind of spiritual awakening reading about people who are extremely addicted to cosmetic body mods). Personal request: PLEASE don’t make any assumptions about me or my beliefs based on this paragraph; I just don’t have time to go into the complexities and nuances right now.

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The second thing I wanted to mention is that Charmin Ultra Strong toilet paper is THE BEST!!! It’s advertised as being applicable in situations where you want “a Dependable Clean” but it’s also marvelous in settings where you merely want a soft and delicious dry. I highly recommend this toilet paper to anybody looking for a thick luxury wipe or cheapskates who limit TP rations to two squares per job.

One of the things I dislike about shaving between my legs is that the stubble shreds lesser toilet papers (MD) and I’m left with little wads of white all over my vulva. CUS has solved this problem for me. Honestly, the quality of my life has been significantly improved by giving Charmin Ultra Strong a spin. This is my personal testimonial . . . I’m not receiving any kickbacks from Charmin for it. It’s just a very important consideration for someone like myself who takes great pleasure in pooping, etc.

I know there are more important things in the world to concern myself with, but toilet paper is the only product that interacts with me in an intimate way multiple times each day.

Yes, I know this post is BEGGING for your PUNNY comments!

A few points of (non?) interest:

*I’m taking a break this cycle/month-or-two from the birth control pill. I’ve exercised almost every day this month (HINT TO VOYEURS: I do that in the morning/early afternoon on our “anywhere” cam broadcast on SOY with audio, usually) and want to see what will happen. We’re not trying to get pregnant, I just want to monitor my body and see how it does without the extra estrogen now that I’ve done other things to make my endocrine system and brains work better.

It’s likely that my boobs will shrink, but on the positive(?) side my clit will grow and I’ll become even more of a raging, horny bitch.

*Delia is going to LA to claim her Tranny Award without me. She’s going to be gone for five nights — we have never been away from each other that long. I’d love to go with her but can’t figure out a way to justify spending the money or worse taking the time off. I thought about trying to line up some shoots to at least pay for my ticket, but the only way a pale old girl like myself could make any quick porn money down there is to do hardcore, and I don’t know anybody that pays to shoot with condoms.  I mean, I really don’t know anybody PERIOD in order to navigate that kind of thing so it seems far less stressful to just stay home and do my nerd work.

Yes, I should write a blog entry about how I feel regarding testing in the porn industry, condoms, and (shudder) regulating the use of such things. But not tonight.

I would love to take some time off or take time away from some kinds of work to do other kinds of work, but if I do, it needs to be in a way that’s healing and relaxing, not anxiety-riddled. The truth is I don’t want to pay money to pick out LA clothes and pack them and go to social events, etc.  If I pay money to take time away from work any time soon I need to either a) know I’ll safely be making a lot  more money or b) have absolutely nothing to do with people (except Delia) or agendas or PACKING or being photogenic or even clean or c) be doing creative work my way by myself. So yeah. I could probably find a way to pay to go down with her, but I think I’d be stressed out leading up to it and even resentful to be throwing time and money away on an excursion that I don’t need as desperately as I need to do, well, “B” or “C” above.

But then I think maybe I’m being stupid. And I’m actually kind of freaked out about being in the house alone that long. AND I WILL MISS HER AND NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF!! But I hope she has an awesome time full of fun and sunshine. Sigh.

*Our DSL modem died last week, taking two of our bedroom voyeur cams (”MoreBed” and “BedroomDesk”) down with it until we could get a replacement up and running today. It was kind of a stroke of luck because the new modem they sent has a wireless function so I moved one of our other machines over to that connection, the one that broadcasts our Kitchen Cam and “Anywhere” (usually the living room) cam.

Before the old modem died, our DSL connection was EXTREMELY stable, so I hope it will continue to be that way with double the bandwidth/cam broadcasts. If it isn’t, we’ll be in trouble because I can’t remember the password to our cable network router and that machine’s wireless interface didn’t retain the profile so switching it back isn’t an option until I can unearth the piece of paper I can SEE IN MY MIND where I carefully recorded that information. I know I didn’t wipe my ass with it so it has to be around here someplace, but it could take years of excavating to unbury it from its resting place. I’m sure I could totally reset and reconfigure our router but I honestly am not up to living through that headache again. I know this shit is easy for other people but it rarely goes as smoothly as it should for me and isn’t the kind of thing I want to or can afford to spend days troubleshooting and repairing. So FINGERS CROSSED that the DSL smoothly keeps those four cams broadcasting, trouble free and without interruptions.

Anyway, I’m hopeful that subtracting two cams from our cable connection will make uploading content faster and our other cams (and shows) stream faster.

*We’ve been bombarded by some back-end frustrations coming from a couple of different directions. Stuff that’s even more boring and hard to relate to than the above, but also more “sensitive” in terms of what we can/should say about those issues so I won’t bother boring you with them and getting ourselves into trouble talking loosely.

*I really do have more interesting things to blog about, and I promise, I will. I am so fat with drafts . . . fat with drafts.

Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone who is into that sort of thing: we’re doing shows today/tonight and tomorrow, so if you’re a member go here and check out our schedule.

Delia and I met a little over eight years ago. Her presence on this blog started out when she was still presenting as a guy. I called her by a number of names then: twat, then houseboy, and eventually Tucker. I’m wondering right now in my head if I can divide the time we’ve been together into four years with Tucker and four years with Delia, but I can’t actually remember how many years it’s been since she officially decided to transition (I think it will be four years in May) and that doesn’t make sense anyway. The way I’ve written this is bad shorthand for something more complex but also more fluid and less dichotomized than that (obviously she is not two people, she is one person and/or we all are multiples).

Maybe that’s why I’ve never been good at remember anniversaries and dates and how-many-years kinds of things, because they create these artificial boundaries. On the other hand, it does feel natural to collect the years and try to package your memories of them with labels. While I might call those first four years the Tucker years, I personally wouldn’t call them “the boy years” of our time together. She has never been a dude even though she presented that way in public. Funny: a lot of our members and fans don’t even realize that Tucker/TrixiesHouseboy and Delia are the same person. Maybe they think they’re fraternal twins and I got to fuck both of them? I don’t think so, but it’s a hot concept for a fantasy.

I don’t think we’re exchanging presents this year or doing anything romantic with each other (we’re doing romantic things on cam instead) but I remember the Valentine present she gave me back in 2002, that first year together. She gave me a metronome and it was the most romantic thing ever! Except I just looked it up in my archives and that was actually a birthday present, so see . . . I’m totally incapable of committing things like that to memory.

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Speaking of Valentine presents, if you find yourself wanting one for yourself or wanting to give one tonight, I updated my wishlist(s) and put a few “sexy” things on my top twenty (I have a lot of inexpensive things listed on my top twenty wishlist and other categorized wishlists: shoes, music, books, sexy clothes, etc.).

If you have a cock or want to gift someone with a cock, get a fleshlight (if I had a cock? I’d have a drawer full of them; instead I just masturbate watching amateur vids of guys using them). The also have vibrating fleshlights now.

For those of us with clits, get an accuvibe; I don’t have one yet, but I’d love a cordless version of my beloved hitachi magic wand.

So yeah . . . wishing everyone plenty of Valentine SELF love (and the other kinds, too)! Perhaps I’ll see you in my webcam show tonight or tomorrow or in our spycam chatroom.

While I’m “busy” reflecting on and reconciling my laziness and aspirations, allow me to reassure you that I do still make porn with the assistance of my lovely girlfriend Delia, and sometimes it’s quite jolly, as evidenced by these still images snagged from the video I posted for members this week:

Do creampies make YOU smile too?

There are so many things I want to blog about, like the realization that threatening to shoot our white trash neighbor’s friend’s scary pit bull doesn’t exactly make me look “classier” than they are, but I gave myself a headache screaming “the house with the broken-down fence on the corner of Hemlock and Clinton! THE CORNER OF HEMLOCK AND CLINTON!!!” at the animal control phone dude who kept telling me to call back when I got a precise address. So now I’m just too exhausted and blinded with fear and rage to do a damn thing.

And no worries, the FIRST address I gave him of our much-nearer neighbor at the corner of asshole and why-is-half-of-your-mattress-still-decomposing-in-our-yard was correct; they’ve now been warned by the deputy who politely called me back to let me know the in-tact dog’s name is Bashful but I’m going to keep calling him Pitballs because I can’t get the scary sight of that dog’s big swinging nads out of my head. In fact I kind of enjoyed describing the dog as “a big brown pit bull with big swinging balls” to the animal control dude. I was like, “did you tell your deputy about the dog’s big swinging balls? There’s nothing else like them in this town so I think he’ll know him when he sees him”.

After that I drove around the neighborhood with the window rolled down, hollering at everyone I saw, “EXCUSE ME . . . are you missing a pit bull with big swinging balls? Because he found out I’m having my period and decided to come over to our place.”

While I was doing that I formally introduced myself to a lady who told me how she’s been walking through our backyard for years now. I was like, “oh no!!! We don’t like it when people do that because we’re usually naked on that side of the house with the big picture window.” She was like, “I know! But don’t worry about it . . . my meter man’s seen me naked a hundred times!” I didn’t know how to explain that this doesn’t make us anywhere near even, but whatever.

Speaking of porn and dogs, Delia wasn’t sure what words she can use to describe the video she’s going to post for members on Saturday. I told her it’s safe to tell people that I call her fans naughty puppy dogs, but she probably shouldn’t mention the way I discuss their “doggy dicks” (referring only to her human pets/fans/members).

I told her, “don’t type ‘doggy dicks’ anywhere on our sites” or our payment processor will probably sic their censor bots on us but playing it safe just seems so absurd to me now that I’ve stared into the jaws of death, sitting trapped in the car while that menacing dog paced around displaying his obscene genitalia. I’m going to take a bath now to wash off the stench of my own fear.

If you’re not already a member and you want to become one so you can see all of our perfectly healthy and harmless homemade porn videos, JOIN HERE.

Since I missed Half Nekkid Thursday last week, here’s a duo of half-nakedness (equal to whole nakedness?) to make up for it slightly:

Half Naked Rack of Trixie's Natural Boobs

It’s pretty rare that I wear thongs or g-strings, but when I do it makes me happy when they look this delicious:

Thong & Cameltoe from behind

You can check out other people’s Half Nekkid Thursday pics for this week here (links are in the comments).
There’s another sample photo from this gallery on Delia’s blog along with a hint of information about the video coming up; I think these tiny semi-sheer thong panties were a big hit with both of us! Members can see the whole gallery HERE in which I get fully naked and if you aren’t a member, you can JOIN HERE).

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My blogging goal today was to talk about my goals (or lack thereof) as a “photographer”, but I’m behind on almost everything a person could possibly be behind on. Still, I’m proud of myself for getting exercise every single day this week so far, and doing it in the morning before starting work. On top of that we’re forcing ourselves to go to sleep earlier and wake up at a normal time.

It’s hard to switch over when you’ve always been a night owl and you always thought the ideal schedule would be one where you stay up all night and sleep all day, but it’s not working with the dog, with our spycam viewers, with the errands we need to run, or even just with my sense of well-being. I wind up feeling so behind even when I wake up at ten – by the time I’ve done what I need to do to start my day off on the right foot (and I’m discovering that is *exercise* right after breakfast) and run errands and then had lunch, the day feels like it’s shot and night is falling.

Living so much on the internet has a profound effect, too. If I’m just settling into work when everyone on twitter has gone to sleep or is in front of their televisions, I feel really out of it. It’s also bad from a promotional perspective if everybody is asleep or nobody is paying attention to their feeds or anything when I’m posting my fresh stuff. On the other hand, I’d like to escape a lot of the immediacy and hyperfast interaction of the internet; there are things I love about that, but I just don’t have the energy or personality to sustain so much NOWness with so many people. I need to be working on being in the now with just myself, or at most myself, Delia and our dog.

Mostly I just had such a great week last month when I was naturally waking up early and exercising that I want to replicate that experience. I hope once my body adjusts and I maintain some consistency doing the things that make me feel good, like I’m operating at peak performance for a stretch of time, that I’ll also get more work done, too. Lately I’ve mostly been revelling in accepting the knowledge that on any given day I cannot do everything. Today I’ve felt wiped out, I think because of the exercise and my body just trying to catch up with itself and recover from a (relatively mild) migraine on Tuesday. Seriously, I pooped three times today – my body is working on some important business.

In the next week or two I’m going to continue working on adjusting other parts of my day and priorities based on the foundation of having amazing mornings, and by spring should be in some good habits and good shape!

Tomorrow Delia’s going to be in front of me and the camera wearing a kinky bodystocking for a Valentine shoot so I know I am going to accomplish at least two awesome things on Friday: having an amazing morning and shooting some hot porn!