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I want to pay more attention to seasonal holidays, the weather, rituals and nature so for the past six months or so a lot of our shoots have reflected my focus on integrating those things into our lives. Tomorrow is Fat Tuesday, a day I would never have had any awareness of if it weren’t for having a magnificent pen pal from Baton Rouge when I was a teenager (if he sees this link and then these pictures I’m sure his eyes will melt in their sockets and dribble down his face in tears of horror — I don’t want to do this to you, really I don’t — I only want your Daily Preciousness to get the attention it deserves!) so here are some of my Mardi Gra-tesque pictures from a set I posted for my members today:

It’s hard to procure a lot of beads when you’re already totally naked:

I think I bear a striking resemblance to the superhero version of myself I patched together here.

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The photo set might not win any prizes for creativity or eroticism, but for me it was a major achievement — couldn’t have been better. We shot them last night and I edited and uploaded them within two hours and actually HAD FUN doing it. My mind is still blown by how awesome life is when you don’t feel like crap from fucked-up hormone imbalances. I’m not sure how apparent it is in pictures or on cam, but I feel 500% better than I did a couple months ago when getting ready for a shoot was TORTURE, to say nothing of actually doing the shooting itself. My face and neck were all bizarrely fat (even more than is normal for me — seriously, ONE double chin is cute . . . six rolls are not), my lips were thin, there were terrifying dark puffy circles under my eyes . . . it was sheer fucking painful hell. All I can say is THREE CHEERS FOR ESTROGEN!

When I have a few more shoots I like posted, I will post a putrid gallery I’ve been sitting on that epitomizes how wretched and disgusting I felt. Sort of a before and after kind of thing.

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Last night after we did all of that, Delia was “in the mood”. After I spent about ten minutes rambling about my curiosity regarding hemorrhoids and whether or not I have one, she politely asked if I would like to engage in sexual intercourse (probably as a counter to my repeated invitations to her to inspect my anus). I clapped my hands together and cried, “get the lube!”

After that it was actually sexy. You might not be able to imagine how, but you don’t have to. That’s our private joy . . . just between the two of us. And our voyeur cams, of course.

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