Thursday, September 24, 2009
TastyTrixie.com = BLOG!
Update your links & bookmarks! Here's my new blog address:
Finally! I melded my blog and the free area of my porn site right onto the landing page of TastyTrixie.com.
I know, it's totally annoying when people change blog links but since 2001 this is only the second time I've done it (the first time being years ago when I switched from blogspot hosting to placing my blog right here). Also, the new RSS feed
actually works as far as showing an excerpt!
If you have feedback on the new design or notice anything buggy, post comments here
. I'm aware of a lot of things I need to fix & flesh out, but maybe not others.
Labels: accomplishments, announcements
Saturday, September 12, 2009
WOODS = GOOD
I must've had my head up my ass when I worried that reserving a cabin for three nights was too LONG for a porn-shooting trip without running water or electricity or phones or internet of any kind. More like NOT LONG ENOUGH.
Being in the woods on the Olympic Peninsula, the proper WET woods southwest of us (unlike what we have here in the dry rainshadow), always feels like heaven to me. I'm not exaggerating: HEAVEN. Like what it would/should look and feel like if there were to be that kind of a fantasy afterlife (except I wouldn't have to be scared of having my scalp ripped off by a cougar in heaven, but I digress).
Anyway, it was great. FANTASTIC, the level of peace and tranquility I felt there. The lack of pressure and the way everything worked out just right. The way we had so much beautiful SPACE to sprawl out and shoot in with very little chance of intrusion. The way the weather couldn't have been more perfect. The way we walked for miles.
And when we got home? I pretty much instantly fell apart into a nervous wreck.
It's not that I think running off and living a "simple" life is the Answer to All My Problems or something I want on a daily basis (I don't), but experiencing it for a few days did highlight some of the things that I desperately need to fix in real life (like not having so MANY options and obligations every second of every day).
It's a small fix, but we're going to get rid of DirecTV completely and of course just keep plugging away on the usual stuff with a better reminder of what we could have if we got ahead, just a little bit: the freedom to fall behind and drop out more often . . . AND make better porn because of it. It's amazing how doing so much of my job every fucking day gets in the way of DOING MY JOB RIGHT.
Also, I have serious problems being distracted by every day life and PEOPLE and the noises they make and our computers and all of our shit, though, so coming home was like putting my head in a blender after all of that peace and quiet and fresh air. I know it sucks for voyeurs who want to watch a blissed-out horny woman rolling around in ecstasy or at least looking fresh and cute and bisected by cleavage but instead get me, frowning and muttering under my breath about how I'm going to shoot myself in the head if trivial problems and distractions interrupt my flow just one more fucking time. I am so sorry that has been the story of my lifecams for far too long.
Anyway, I would manually scratch all the skin off my left arm using the fingernails of my right if it would mean I could spend a third of my life in a cabin in the woods, peeing outside and eating pickled sausage on the back porch. Unfortunately I'll have to go about things the hard way: plodding forward, tiny steps at a time.FYI: I'll try to post more about the magic of our little cabin experience. Also, I'm posting the rest of these pictures of me by the river on Monday for members. Delia is posting a set as I type this: see SAMPLE HERE - it is SO FUCKING AWESOME to be able to get almost any angle you want from whatever distance you want unconstrained by four walls.
We have webcam shows
(with masturbation and all that jazz) and members-only chat
scheduled for tomorrow (Sunday) and Monday, so check out our schedule
if you're a member and perhaps we'll see you then!
Labels: attention deficit disorder, fears, goals, nature, Pacific Northwest, photography, PHOTOS, PORNOGRAPHY, work
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
We're about to head out the door soon (only an hour later than planned) and won't be home until Friday. There's no power or running water where we're going, so we won't be responding to email, broadcasting cams, etc. Not that you need running water for those things, but you DO need power.
I'll try to tweet
and post twitpics
if we're in range for such things.
Keep your fingers crossed that we get a bunch of pretty porn shot! Weather looks great and the forecast is for no rain EVEN THOUGH WE'RE HEADING INTO THE BOWELS OF THE RAINFOREST! Perfection . . . Friends with our phone numbers: if it seems like someone read my blog and decided to hack me while we were gone, please give us a call; it often seems like suspicious shit happens whenever we're gone and I announce it here.
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Calm before the EXPLOSION!!!
Wondering why there's been a deathly quiet here on my blog? It's because I'm revamping in a major way and don't want to post here and then have to manually import into the REVAMP.
I hope you won't have to wait much longer; I've promised myself not to wait until it's *perfect* to unveil it (partly because that won't actually be possible; there are some things I can't fix until it goes live), especially since we'll be launching DeliaTS.com around the same time (the other reason why things are quiet here - we're juggling multiple "projects" which is typical, but they're feeling very urgent right now and sweet jesus I can't even type about it, trying to convey the enormity of pressure, without starting to hyperventilate).
As usual, tons of things I *want* to blog about (like how Conan will never be the same anymore and I can't stand his new set -- really IMPORTANT things that make me cry myself to sleep or keep me up all night lamenting the passage of time and inevitability of change). Of course I'm still updating inside with porn for our members, but we have GOT to get this other shit done. So you can look at pretty fun things! I know you're sick of hearing me bitch & moan about how outdated our sites are and wonder what is TAKING so long for us to just fix them already! I really wish I were skilled enough to snap my fingers and have it be done and over.
Anyway, we are going to be gone (much longer than I *want* to be gone) this week trying to shoot a bunch of porno in the woods so looks like it will be mid-September before you can see some of our work come to fruition. And actually be entertaining or mildly amusing or more absorbing than posts like this one.
Thanks for sticking with me, friends, foes and fans! I hope you will like our new site designs better than I like Conan's new set with all those light blue backgrounds with all those distracting LINES.
I just *know* what goes around, COMES around and for every time I've shrieked at the tv screen about that annoying frosted section of plexiglass behind Conesy's head or those flimsy-looking wooden borders around his super mario bros. screen
with their annoying verticality and stick-ness, there will be ten people who HATE the way I'm changing up my site. It's not soothing! It's too busy! IT IS DIFFERENT, THEREFORE BAD! And holy shit, it's totally not sexy at all! Poetic justice for all. Or at least for Trixie. ON THE WAY!Oh dear GOD! THE LINES ARE NOT STRAIGHT! The lines behind Conan are not straight! They are not running perpendicular to the bottom of the frame!! Oh, Jesus KILL ME -- those motherfucking lines are not straight, or if they are for a moment I know it only takes the slightest movement for everything to be out of alignment once again!! And that wooden base! IT'S TOTALLY NOT RUNNING PARALLEL TO THE BOTTOM OF THE FRAME! THE HORROR!!!!
Yes, the thoughts in my brain are TOTALLY FUCKING ANNOYING. And now you have some idea of why it takes me forever to finish anything that involves building things that are supposed to have straight lines. I can't abide things being out of whack in relation to each other, yet I'm not smart or talented or patient enough to bring them INto alignment.
And that, my friends, is why I often have to lock myself in a dark room and bury myself under mounds of pillows to calm down.Seriously, though; all of those lines are REALLY ill-advised for shooting any kind of moving pictures. And while I can actually tolerate them if I try, it's impossible for me to actually RELAX with that mess of crookediness happening on the television screen.
Labels: announcements, mundane, priorities, rants, television, work
Sunday, August 23, 2009
My sister came over this weekend with our nephews to spend a couple of nights. I figured we'd still be able to get work done when they went out on Saturday for a community event, which of course I would NOT go to. Because work is SO much more important, sitting here in front of the computer, working while I can literally feel the muscles and skin and hold-it-together-stuff in my thighs and ass breaking down into gobs of useless jello while I workworkwork.
But when my three year old nephew looked at me and asked in that hopeful and slightly anxiety-riddled voice if I was coming WITH them to the fair, I COULD NOT SAY NO. Even though I got about four hours less sleep than I usually do, waking up at 6:30ish which is unheard of for me (yeah, I know, you're like, "cry me a river" but I also often stay up working until midnight, one, two am . . . anyway).
So I put some clothes on and we went and immediately I was glad I came with them when I heard the band warming up. A very filled-out community marching-type of band! We got there just in time and everything turned to magic for me, because it's all about the kids and the music and being able to walk around the people playing their instruments and look at them from all angles and point to all of it, naming the instruments and using my Excited Kindergarten Teacher Voice! I have one of those, believe it or not, that comes very naturally to me.
We got behind the band, next to the lady drummers, and I picked him up so he could see the conductor, and I marched and danced and swayed with him in my arms to Sousa marches and Blue Moon. They were old people and little kids and a bagpiper a block away and I remembered how much I love being around regular people making music, how vital it is to dance and make noise.
I love doing new or not-done-lately things that make my body make sense. There are lots of those things: running really fast when you're in decent shape and feeling yourself turn into an almost-flying machine, fucking, getting massages . . . and holding a baby or a child. Everything that's soft and loose and floppy about me makes perfect SENSE. I felt so grounded and connected, and so sad when Mr. Squishypants was too shy to try to hula hoop on the street in front of everyone, but because I was an auntie on an excursion with them I didn't exist the way I would have if we'd gone there alone, so *I* hooped and finally got to feel exactly how awesome those weighted hula hoops I've been coveting are.
Because I'm not used to picking up and holding anything heavier than the stupid ideas in my head, I went to bed last night with sore, cramping arms and a feeling in my torso like the rocking sensation when you get off a boat after a day of sailing; I could still feel baby Skywalker snuffling against and squirming and pawing at my chest, the embodiment of the word "dimples", like a round gelatinous ghost-bubble encasing the IDEA of grinning-baby-kicking-in-shallow-bath and cute-baby-kittens-at-play was against me.
On the same day as all the fun, we also had some crazy stuff happen. Our dog got all tangled up and stuck on her rope down the hill IN THE MIDDLE OF A YELLOW JACKET'S NEST. It was crazy-scary and I'm so glad it wasn't worse AND that my sister was here to help. Poor Mr. Squish was semi-traumatized by all the hubbub with us telling him to STAY INSIDE AND NOT MOVE while we ran around like crazy with the bees swarming in in clouds. It was horrifying seeing our dog trying to get away from them, not able to let her into the house while they stung and stung and stung her around the muzzle. I'm really surprised that Delia
, who rescued the dog, didn't get it worse (amazingly, no stings on her face or neck, but her arm is swollen up and we won't be shooting pics of her ass until the stings she got there are gone).
Later, while we waited for a parade, a guy came down the street trying to get signatures for a petition (which I doubt will do any good) for the public insurance option. An asshole next to us got up in the guy's face about it, and my sister (who is a nurse) in turn got up in HIS face. So we spent about twenty minutes doing our civic duty, fighting with this stranger. While we ganged up on him, tears welled up in poor Mr. Squishypants' eyes just from watching the angry exchange.
It probably was all for nothing, but I hope we gave that guy something to think about.For the record, even though I voted for him I never thought Obama would do anything to fix health care. I still don't, and suspect whatever half-assed efforts are made will only be counterproductive to eventually getting real universal health care in this country. And no, I don't want to have a big argument about it in the comments, thank you very much. But here's a news flash: EVERYONE NEEDS HEALTH CARE, and "insurance" isn't an effective way of taking care of people's basic health care needs. And personally? I believe EVERYBODY deserves quality health care and that it's inexcusable for a wealthy country like ours not to make sure EVERYBODY has it. A non-profit public insurance plan isn't my idea of the perfect solution, but I do think it's better than nothing. I don't think the way they're trying to go about it is equitable, but whatever.
As happy as I am to see my sister and the kids, I'm always relieved (though sad) to see them go.
We're now going back to normal, logging all our spycams back in (we pretty much only have our office cams up when they're here), turning the audio back on, and, as usual, wishing we all lived closer so I could get smaller doses of that on a more regular basis. I need to do some push-ups so I'm stronger next time, because our nephews are only going to get bigger and I want to be able to dance with them in my arms and pick them up and cuddle them as long as possible.
Labels: bodily functions, body image, family, hormones, money, music, politics, rants, therapy, things I treasure
Monday, August 17, 2009
Just checking in to say I'm alive with lots of fun, exciting things, and challenging stuff going on. Well, fun, exciting, and challenging TO ME. Most of it wouldn't translate into great blog reading, some of it I can't post in the kind of detail that makes it worth your time, and mostly I'm just trying to get some other stuff done.
I was going to post some pictures along with this to make it more interesting, but blogger doesn't want to let me. And I don't have extra time to do workarounds, so . . . later.
I know the blog still looks like crap and has a bunch of unfinished stuff. I have a new plan for attacking that, though, and am working on it now, along with 497 other things.Note to people who've emailed me recently or in the past and haven't heard back yet: it's not you, it's me. FOR REAL. And you're not alone. It's just extremely rare for me to have the spare computer time and enough brain power to communicate coherently, even when it's something that seems (and maybe IS) really simple. Better people with bigger brains (and asses that don't fall asleep after sitting at the computer as many hours as I do) might be able to do it, but I'm not one of them. I have been known, however, to respond to email even when it's many years old, so I hope you don't plan on changing your email address.
Labels: mundane, priorities, work
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Big Clits and Big Voices
I went on a google adventure and discovered a guy who loves enormous clits and uses the word "hermaphrodite" to describe women endowed with them. That's his definition of hermaphrodite: women with prominent clits. It was all worth being exposed to his weird-ass opinion, though, because I got to see a photo of Linda Might, "The Queen of Clits"
, who I'd never heard of before.
Jesus, I'd love to have myself a three-inch clitoris.
Anyway, I can't stop thinking about all of this hermaphrodite bullshit
and wishing I could grasp EXACTLY what is so fucked up about these rumours (and people's responses to them) and articulate that fucked-upedness accurately.
I can't stop thinking about being in our local candle store and hearing three people engaged in a discussion about Ann Coulter in which one person "informed" the other two that Coulter was "born a man". Yeah, she's a tranny!
The two women gasped, one declared she'd always SUSPECTED as much, the other asked if he was SURE . . . and he WAS. He was SO FUCKING SURE. He insisted it was true. He backed it up with things he'd heard on Air America.
I wanted to interrupt and tell them they were wrong, but went home to check JUST IN CASE. Because there also seems to be something wrong with just ASSUMING those tales are false. Is it a growing acceptance/awareness (or heightened fear/paranoia/continued ignorance) of transgender that fuels these bullshit stories? Is it just a contemporary expression of misogyny / new way to express or justify hatred and disgust of genetic women people find contemptible or disturbingly sexy (ex. Jamie Lee Curtis)? Maybe, but there's a weird ambiguity about the way a lot of people talk about these urban legends, like teenagers who WANT to believe in ghosts. One part wishful thinking, one part pure bullshit, and another part pure fear.
Standing in the store I mostly just listened even though they said some stupid shit that made me want to say, "HEY -- my girlfriend is transsexual; maybe you should watch what kind of moronic crap you let stream out of your mouth in front of strangers." Instead I called the store after I got home and verified that the Ann Coulter as Tranny story IS INDEED a myth, told them WRONG. But that seemed to miss the point, too. Even if she HAD been born with a dick, that doesn't explain her away or make sense of her. That knowledge, if it were true and we could attain it, wouldn't somehow put her in her place the way people seem to want it to.
Oh well. I'm sure more brilliant minds than mine have got this sorted out and published somewhere with a lot of fancy words and complicated double-talk that will never do anything to help make the average American get it. Someday maybe it will all get straightened out, but in the meantime women-who-confuse-us are the new Richard Geres and Rod Stewarts, with bellies full of cow semen and hamsters up the ass. The tabloids have proof that Obama's birth certificate is a fake, and we think if only someone would publish that photo of an infant Ann Coulter sporting a pre-op malignant penis, we could win this argument!
Labels: body parts, celebrity, feminism, gender issues, pop culture, PORNOGRAPHY, sociopolitical commentary
Sunday, August 09, 2009
Blah Blah "Hermaphrodite" Gaga
Last night one of our long-time voyeurs emailed me about how hot Lady Gaga is and how he can't stop watching her Poker Face video
and oh yeah, did you know "she has a pussy and a cock"?
No, actually I didn't know that Lady Gaga has a pussy and a cock. And I assumed the guy who told me that had just taking those hideous YouTube comments too seriously (the ones that say "she's a man", "she's a nigger", "she's ugly", "she has no talent" and/or "she's an ugly talentless nigger man"). Note: I don't understand why these record companies WON'T allow you to embed their videos but they'll let any jackass post whatever horrifying, distorted, insulting, ignorant shit they want in comments.
So our fan emailed me back with a recent post on Gawker
with a video showing what looks like a flaccid unit between her legs. And apparently she's confirmed the rumors herself. It seems pretty unlikely, but who really knows how many intersex
people there are out there? Why would I assume she ISN'T? And on a related note, just because someone looks all-white, doesn't mean they ARE "all" white. Not that I'm defending people hurling racial slurs at someone because that's the worst they can come up with in their unimaginative racist minds to disparage a successful young woman (along with being ugly, being man-like, trannyish, or whatever) -- I'm not defending that, just pointing out that coming back at those slurs with, "nuh-uh! Like, obviously she's TOTALLY WHITE!!" might not be the best response to that stupidity.
Whatever the case may be, I have more interest in her than ever before after watching this video. I assumed it was just a fake weiner/publicity stunt, but she sounds totally serious in this quotation (which I can't help suspecting is fake, too - everyone's quoting it, but no one is citing an original media source):
ďItís not something that Iím ashamed of, just isnít something that I go around telling everyone,Ē she said. ďYes. I have both male and female genitalia, but I consider myself a female. Itís just a little bit of a penis and really doesnít interfere much with my life.
ďThe reason I havenít talked about it is that itís not a big deal to me. Like come on. Itís not like we all go around talking about our vags. I think this is a great opportunity to make other multiple gendered people feel more comfortable with their bodies. Iím sexy, Iím hot. I have both a poon and a peener. Big fucking deal.Ē
Of course, Delia
has known all about this forever now, I guess, because she's always surfing the "tranny" boards but it was news to me. Still can't say I love her music, but after this and her most recent performance on American Idol which indicated she DOES actually have musical talent in addition to being a showman, I guess I have a mini-crush . . . and I hope that she is, in fact, a black hermaphrodite so I can celebrate her breaking boundaries for all the other discofried black hermaphrodites waiting in the wings.
Labels: celebrity, gender issues, links, music, race
Friday, August 07, 2009
Tree Time (PIC) & Technical Difficulties
The good news: yesterday we got out into the woods to shoot a set of pictures (eventually I took this dress off):
Today I have a set of pictures to post for members of me wearing cowboy boots
, which I'm looking forward to sharing.
We also have webcam shows
scheduled tonight and tomorrow, as well as a members-only chat
Now for some of the annoying news:
*One of the webcam networks disconnected our access, but don't worry, you can still get in a couple of different ways to see Delia
's show tonight. I will alter the page to tell members how. There are, however, a number of good reasons why my approach to dealing with that problem further are complicated. Not for you to worry about, even though blogging about it would make an interesting read -- I'll have to continue to bite my tongue for a few months or years longer.
*Ever since Twitter got attacked
early yesterday, I haven't been able to tweet as TastyTrixie
. Not via text/my phone, not on our main cable connection, and not on our DSL connection. For some reason, Delia's twitter account
is working just fine, though. I *am* able to post tweets through blip.fm
, though. I don't know what the fuck is going on, but it's driving me insane. I have a few more tricks up my sleeve to try to get it working, but honestly - there's a limit to how much time I can spend dealing with one fucking tribulation at a time.
*When I added more spycams, it broke some of them. The microphone on the NightVision cam (formerly known as "ballroom") is no longer reliably working, and my alternate method of connection to that cam using a different microphone also mysteriously died even after I tried reinstalling the software and other things. I guess the only solution at this point is to buy another microphone. In the meantime, you can still hear bedroom audio (though probably not as well) on the "MoreBed" and "BedroomDesk" cam. When they're not crapped out. Which they tend to be at inopportune times.
Anyway, little problems like that drive me batshit. I hate to admit how easily frustrated I get with those little unanticipated pinches of obstacality(?), but I do, especially when I'm in the middle of feeling bogged down and incompetent with larger projects (namely redesigning, like, all of our sites and most importantly helping get DeliaTS.com
off the ground; I feel like it should be easy but all these design projects are just sucking out my life force). But of course as soon as I get through them, maybe we'll be a few steps closer to being able to HIRE people to do the parts of design we can't/don't want to do. At least, I pray to motherfucking god that will be the case.
I plan on enjoying a lovely and orgasmic show tonight, though, and I hope to make a new sexy show music mix to inspire me. See you there?
Labels: anxiety, depression, mundane, Pacific Northwest, PHOTOS, spycams, webcam shows, webwhore insights, work
Saturday, August 01, 2009
A Slice of Americana Porno Pie (PICS)
I went on a little field trip by myself today, and happened across this fucktastic hillbilly head shop:
You can get almost anything there: firewood, dildos, giant bongs, blow-up sex dolls, gay wanker mags (I bought one as a thanks for letting me take these pics . . . and because I really enjoy gay wanker mags), swords, patriotic novelties, and old issues of Playboy that should be in protective sleeves, but instead are gathering dust in layers of MEASURABLE thickness (I *so* wanted to rescue the one with Dolly Parton on the cover
Even though the place stank of mildew and old carpeting stained with Sheltie poop and pee, I seriously fucking loved it there especially when I heard, then spotted, the fucking police scanner:
I just have a thing for police scanners. Don't know why I don't have one. Anyway, there's also a stuffed parrot of porn watching out for things along with a dude who worked there (he was kind of cute but I thought it would be asking a bit much to take his picture and post it here):
There was also a thin, grizzled hang-around guy there who got a little boisterous when I popped in. A couple good-looking, fresh-smelling locals also popped in to get some porn so the place is obviously doing business since I wasn't there very long. After I left, the hang-around guy wearing the straw cowboy hat followed me back out to my car to say, "boy! You SURE are cute!" then captioned himself by mumbling with concentration, "little hat trick for ya . . ." as he tossed it into the air and juggled it around with a flourish as a special little show for me. Much appreciated, hang-around dude.
Here I am on the security camera, standing basically two inches from the counter. Obviously surveillance is a fetish at this place, which I *totally* understand (and is only one of 100 reasons why I didn't visit the restroom there):
All the way home I scripted a movie in my head to shoot there and wished we had money to pay to shoot it (including paying not only to rent the place, but to have it professionally cleaned inside without losing ALL of the personality/flavor). Actually, whenever we make the trip to this particular loggerific town I always wind up using the time on the road to script porno movies. The last one was so funny I kept laughing out loud and confirming for Delia
that her girlfriend is a crazy person. She didn't go with me today, though, so I got to be crazy all by myself and go places she would rather avoid like the hillbilly head/sex shop and this geeky place
Here are a couple more shots of the joint to give you a better idea of the scope of their patriotism and firewood-selling enterprise:
Instead of having the wood bundles stacked in one area, they've created a car maze & parking-lot border out of individual bundles arranged in lines, with each bundle labeled with a price and the name of the tree it came from (not name like "Tom" or "Cindy", but Red Cedar, Douglas Fir, etc.):
I just enjoy seeing people making a modest and dirty living combining everything they love. Like, FUCK you! I'm going to let my dog come to work with me and rub it's dirty ass all over the carpet while I get high in the back room and show off my ninja sword to my buddies!! Are you sure you don't need a cord of wood to go with that? LET'S SPRAY PAINT THE SINGLE-WIDE RED, WHITE AND BLUE!!! GodDAMN I love this country!!
Labels: Pacific Northwest, PHOTOS, PORNOGRAPHY, shopping
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Delayed another Day (PICS)
I wanted to post this update tonight, but I got carried away doing extras so here's a little preview for members
(and non-members) to get an idea of the kind of video I'm posting (just for members) tomorrow:
It starts out with some tugging and dick-sucking, then progresses to reverse cowgirl with a cumshot in panties (after some closeups of it going INSIDE me) which is one of my (and my fans') favorites:
I kept manipulating my panties with the cock against my ass even after the cumshot. This little animation doesn't quite do it justice, but since it's more than enough for some people to get off looking at, I'll leave it in simple mode and you have to join
to download the actual video (and others like it):
You've probably already heard how hot it's been here in the Pacific Northwest this week; I am on a pretty good roll with exercising semi-regularly, but it's so hot that I have to make sure to do it early or later after it cools down. Tonight it wound up being later (after an unexpected and annoying troubleshooting session with our most important spycam with nightvision & audio aimed at our bed) which means by the time I did that and showered it was really too late for me to put on makeup and record a vlog for members. Lately I've been trying to at least LOOK semi-sexy in the video blogs, so I'll save that for tomorrow when I hope the makeup efforts will do double-duty for some shoots. Then again, my period will probably come and I might have cramps so who knows . . . valiant efforts will be made, but they might be swatted down by the heavy hand of high humidity.Alliteration is funny with the letter "h".
Labels: mundane, Pacific Northwest, panties, PHOTOS, PORNOGRAPHY, weather
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Over and Out
Some of you've been wondering how our family get-together with my brother went after my agonizing in this post
; fortunately, it went fine but I'm still so glad it's OVER so I can stop stressing out over it.
We made the trek out to my mom's yesterday and had a fairly nice visit. Sometimes I worry that Delia
's just receding into the background and that some of that's my fault, but then it always seems that one person in a couple is the quiet hanger-back. Like my brother's wife who mostly hung out in the kitchen. Some people are so quiet and pleasant those of us who are more obnoxious just naturally steamroll them.
Anyway, there was no mean-spirited or overt bullshit to be had towards us, though I did wonder when thank you's for the presents we brought came from the kids and I got all the hugs and thanks why that was . . . because I'm the one who's actually related to them (though haven't seen them in eight years, since one was newborn)? Because Delia's trans? Because I didn't do a good job of introducing Auntie Delia? Or just because I was the one standing there with open arms, like "HUG YOUR AUNTIE, DAMMIT!" while Delia was behind me on the couch and less accessible/approachable/talkative? And then that firm handshake my brother gave Delia after hugging me goodbye seemed to have an awkward masculine edge to it, but whatever.
On our way home from our family visit we got together briefly with AmberLily
and her husband (Tiny aka BigD) who is too witty and well-read for me to get his jokes which mostly seem to consist of teasing us for being Democrats. They go right over my head and I wind up staring at him, completely bewildered, wishing I could keep up. Fortunately he's nice enough to try to meet in the middle, patiently reminding me, for example, of my Third Amendment rights (so I could understand the joke he was making) even when I obtusely ignored his explanation. Maybe if we got to spend more time hanging out then AmberLily wouldn't have to try to translate for us, "and now BigD is joking; that was a reference to the obscure blank and blankety blank."
Anyway, I hope I haven't gotten them banned from their local McDonald's because I kept saying the "F" word and loudly talking about wet WET pussy, something I'm far more familiar with than our Constitution.
My point is, I love them and BigD should be an internet celebrity.
Normally when we go back to the area east of Seattle where I grew up I'm thankful we don't live there, but yesterday the summer air was too seductive and familiar for me to not want to have more of it. It smelled heavily of home, especially driving through shady places along rivers. My mom's yard felt so lush and green and bushy and the porch was so . . . porchy? With the screen door? Our dog looked like she was going to melt right into the cool grass, unlike here where all the grass is dry, short, and totally dead. It smells like saltwater and high wind and dry things where we live, but where I grew up it smells like a humid valley in the summer where every dog bark is magnified - sounds don't blow away where I grew up. I hate that, but it's still home.
Little cell phone pic on our way home
Delia's putting the finishing touches on the letter she's writing to her parents who still don't know she's trans.
Labels: family, friends, nature, Pacific Northwest, Seattle
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Hot! Pink! (PICS)
I'm editing this older set of photos I've been "sitting" on (and yeah, they will make ass-lovers think a lot about other things I could sit on):
I wish my butt really looked like this all the time . . . and three times BIGGER:
While I'm on the subject of ass-loving, I wanted to congratulate Undress Jess for winning
; thanks, those of you who voted!
Anyway, back to MY butt . . . I love that outfit but I'm going to have to cull a lot of photos from the set; there are things I love about being chubby, and other things that make doing this work a lot tougher when I am. Sadly, when I feel unhappy with seeing my double chins and belly rolls in pictures, it only makes me want to get into bed with a trough of mashed potatoes and gravy and SHOVEL IT IN AS FAST AS I CAN. With a fucking tub of greasy stuffing with giblets and just the fatty skin from the turkey.
But yeah. The good pics are better because of the weight. But there are just more BAD pics, is the problem. So this might be a smaller set than usual.
Labels: ass, body image, boobs, PHOTOS, PORNOGRAPHY, stockings