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It’s mild, muddy and all green and brown outside, with only a few patches of unmelted snow in our yard:

I didn’t even feel chilly standing outside with my legs and bush exposed wearing this thin henley on top:

OKAY . . . so maybe it WAS a little cold!

A picture of the snow and ice melting off the roof over the cabin’s doorway:

A little snow left today in the cracks of the path to the cabin:

I kept track of the hours I worked this week; anything I do today counts as “overtime” . . . so I’m going to try to take it easy and recharge to start next week off with lots of energy. I think Delia and I are going to see a movie. I have to actually plan non-work things to do or I’ll just sit here at my computer(s) working.

It’s supposed to rain and rain and rain for days and days. And they say high winds might blow some (more) trees down. Luckily we haven’t lost power at all; other people (like my mom and Lightning Allie) around Puget Sound have been without power for days. Delia and I have it pretty good up here!

I just posted a new set of pictures for members we shot this morning at the cabin:

Cool spring morning at the cabin in my nightgown.

I’m enjoying developing my little mommy-nightgown niche (little niche, not little nightgown) and very slowly revealing pictures of the cabin (which is actually kind of painful for me, eroding the secrets of my alone-place, but it’s too good not to share, which is kind of too bad . . . not trying to make anyone feel guilty here, just trying to emphasize how intimate some things are to me that perhaps other people view as mundane).

Warming my hands on my cup of tea, watching birds.

Why it’s too good not to share: because I know that my fantasy overlaps with other people’s fantasies, and if it’s good to me, it’s good to other people. If it’s good and important enough to want to keep it to myself, I know that other people will treasure it, too. That it will inspire and stir up longing. On the other hand I know I’m compromising all of the things I need the most from The Cabin. Especially right now. Or maybe always, but more and more obvious right now.

What's this?!? Am I NAKED under my nightgown?

Ultimately there is a limit to how much truth I can show and tell about the cabin before it loses its charms for Trixie fans and conflicts with their fantasies of it. So is it worth it for me to undermine the privacy of my hidey-hole by exposing it at all?

One of my favorite pictures in this set.

I sure do know how to ruin some perfectly good nudey pics, don’t I!?!

122 pictures in this gallery for members!

Say you love me anyway, fuckers!! And that you know there’s an enchanted circle of protection around the cabin so that nobody but Delia and I may penetrate it. OR EVEN SEE IT WITH THE NAKED EYE!! God, I wish I had that kind of a magical prophylactic bubble to disappear into.

NOTE: these feelings of longing for a giant invisibility cloak have been exacerbated by some bad stuff that’s taken away a whole bunch of people’s privacy and threatened their safety recently. Ours included.

Let me know if this reads as terribly off-putting and I will delete the text, all except for the happy I’m-a-hot-mommy-type-taking-off-her-nightgown suggestions like I’m all barefoot and eager to be impregnated in my rusticated shed by any old semen-shooter.

Dear BarackObama.com: I’m physically revolted by your “meet the president backstage!“, Michelle wants you to “sign Barack’s birthday card“, etc. spam.

GROSS.

Seriously, he’s the PRESIDENT.

I voted for him, that doesn’t mean I’m a panty-throwing groupie or histrionic fangirl gluing glitter to homemade sparkly-heart cards I send to him weekly with my diary entries attached.

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I think I should raise my pay-to-play rate on cam. I’m one of a small handful of English-speaking American blondes with hairy cunts on that site and stay busy at the standard $3.99 / 4.99 a minute rates. My bush is a TREASURE. What say ye, camgirls and fans?

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Note: I know, I still need to edit and post that Obama dildo video for members from way-back-when in which I type out a letter to him before sticking his likeness inside my great wet hope. Here are some free picture samples from the gallery:

Blue State Trixie & her Obama Dildo

I think hemorrhoids are totally patriotic, don’t you? Like, fuckin ALL AMERICAN!!

Anyway, what I’m TRYING to say is that maybe I *am* a fangirl . . . just stop embarrassing me with those weird emails inviting me to go on tour with him (FOR A PRICE) or whatever! It’s such a fucked-up pimp-like thing to do to the man. But thank you for reminding me that even the most powerful (according to the myths) man in the world is the subject of degrading and misleading marketing campaigns even worse than the ones webwhores are featured in.

Speaking of that, why is my current fave camsite promoting a big porn paysite on their front page? The worst part is the big porn paysite they’re promoting is known far and wide within the internet porn world as being unethical and fucked up – one that good webmasters refuse to promote because they own(ed?) a bunch of tube sites filled with stolen/pirated content. Oh well. Just one of those little compromises we deal with (trust me, THIS particular one is TINY compared to other shit that goes down in the camworld). At least I don’t have my wife writing to everyone in the fucking country telling people to sing me happy birthday or whatever. I *hate* that song!

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P. S. I really am blonde and hairy — the Obama gallery is from many moons ago.

I masturbate differently in webcam shows for a large group than I do for myself or for private shows.

During group camshows I have a whole hour to draw out the experience. I put on a little makeup and usually wear something that allows me to do upskirts – little nighties, slips, miniskirts, etc. If I have enough time, I love wearing hosiery, especially opaque thigh high socks which is what I wore today: long, tight, stretchy, dark brown socks under a hippy-style sundress with a smocked top which is great for showing off my cleavage and tits.

Because I’m not being paid by the minute to fulfill requests by viewers, the “action” in my group shows is aimed to please me (and, incidentally, other people who have my particular tastes), all slowly paced to fill out the hour. I’m not super-entertaining, I just slide into a groove and enjoy looking at myself doing things I wouldn’t otherwise do: smiling at myself in the camera, and just making myself do shit that makes me hot, like exposing myself in taunting, mostly-softcore ways. I get very mesmerized by myself, like when I show myself (and everybody else) my creamy thighs parting to expose my hairy cunt with that beautiful contrast of the dark socks. I don’t know what it is about that contrast, but it’s fucking irresistible to me. I can watch myself do that over and over again.

We had more time than usual between shows this month so it’s been about three weeks since I enjoyed one of these long sessions; doing these long shows every other week or every three weeks is perfect for me because, without knowing it, I really build up a desire for them. My clit’s had a break from extended time with the hitachi magic wand and it’s been awhile since I really took a good look at myself.

Today I decided not to shower, putting my dirty hair in pigtails instead. It’s been four or five days since I had a shower and maybe only two baths (last night and some other time) during that time. For three days I wore the same pair of sticky, hot-smelling panties. My bush is getting really filled-out again, and every time I go to the bathroom I sniff the crotch of my underwear and play with my cowlicks that come together and curl up where my lips meet. The musky smell of pussy-hair steeped in cunt-sweat is part of what I love about not shaving.

Anyway, it smelled so good today during my show, I just kept petting it and bringing my hand up to inhale, over and over again. Deep breaths, totally drugging myself on that woman-sex smell of myself. I fucking could not get enough of it, smelling it, and watching me on the monitor, stroking myself with my light-pink clit poking out between my dirty-blonde fur and those SOCKS pulled up on my thighs making everything in the middle look so fucking naked and whorey.

I remember the first time I ever rode on Highway 1 through Big Sur, not being able to get enough of that hot sage smell. It doesn’t smell like pussy exactly, but it’s addictive and elevating, like ascending to heaven and being on some other unearthly level in between the ground and meeting God’s secretary while He’s away. I feel the same way about the smell of my musky bush, like if I were to immerse myself in it far enough I would wind up in some other place of knowledge and luxury and a decadent form of peace.

Today while I inhaled I realized the scent on my fingers reminded me a whole lot of crayola crayon wrappers. Not exactly like that, but similar. I always wonder where that Really Perfect Pussy smell comes from, like what the secret recipe is for it to be that perfect all of the time. Was it steeping my hair in dirty underwear so long? Was it the hot apple cider and cashews we had before bed? Was it the flax seed and evening primrose oil? Was it having PMS? Was it the mingling of a favorite lotion with the cunt smell to create a perfect pussy-church combo?

I came three times today with one of the orgasms augmented considerably by the call and response of me being ridiculously horny for myself and crooning, “oh yeah” to myself right before Jimi Hendrix said “oh yeah” at the beginning of Red House. Then . . . brilliant guitar and that was all she wrote.

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Right after my show I still felt a little hypnotized. I took a powerful piss, then stumbled into the bedroom where I felt a hot gush of liquid burst through my cunt. I reached down to touch it and came out with beautiful, crimson blood all over my fingers with more than enough left over to streak down my right thigh. I haven’t had such a dramatic start to my period in years.

My mom passed her DNA for knockers down to me and also taught my sister and I how to deal with the problem of having one nipple/areolar complex erect and bumpy with the other one soft:

One time as we were about to leave a public restroom my mom noticed she had one stiff nipple and paused before exiting to stimulate the other one over her shirt so they would match. She did try to get bras and shirts that would prevent them from being super obvious, but when those failed to do the trick (you’d need armor to guarantee 100% no-poke-through) she felt compelled to make both of them stick out if one was being stubborn anyway. Nipples do get hard sometimes when you pee so . . . yeah. I hadn’t just peed in the photo above, but I’d given one boob more attention and didn’t realize how obvious it would wind up being in the picture. Clearly I am not as conscious of these things as my mom is. Or maybe I’m just not as sensitive? Hmmm . . . well, there’s some suggestive kinkiness for the portion of my audience with a special interest in big boobs, nipples, and . . . other things.

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I would love to stay up and finish editing this set of photos for members, but it will be better if I get back in bed and disconnect. PMS is in full effect and I woke up an hour too soon. I got a late start this week when I got a headache Monday and spent Tuesday recovering and trying to prevent more headaching. Now the hormones are kicking my ass and making me act/feel like a monster so I’m going to call the amount of work I did today “good” and say goodnight. Tomorrow members can see the rest of the curves and long socks and a sparkly dildo and furry beaver and underarms (not to be hairy much longer, though I’m sure I’ll grow it back out again in the future, but that’s why we shot this set in black and white: to really show off my bush).

These pictures of me in a blonde wig outside in the snow with a blue sky turned out almost exactly how I wanted them to be:

I’ll be posting the full gallery of over one hundred pics for our members next week.

Tonight it’s my turn to be the photographer shooting a Christmas gallery and video of Delia. We’re off to a late start due to the severe winter storm warning we’re under here in western Washington; it just started snowing again and is supposed to keep going for the next five days. In our town we’re being hit by stuff coming in from the west AND the south, so it might get really windy. Don’t be surprised if our voyeur cams go down and you don’t hear from us for a time — it will just mean we lost one or both of our internet connections and/or power.

The streets are already coated with ice so Delia made sure we went to the store to stock up on everything we’ll need if we can’t get out for a week. Of course we’ll still be able to walk, but I got a blister on the bottom of my foot a couple of days ago when we had to go downtown and thought it safer to walk than drive; my Payless snow boots are cheap and don’t fit me well so I don’t want to have to trudge for miles to lug home heavy groceries.

We’re staying home alone for Christmas; I’ll miss seeing our nephew, but I think it’s better for us and our whole family if we’re not on the road. Actually, I’m really missing Delia’s family right now; I love spending Christmas at her parent’s house. It’s the only place I’ve been in the past six years where I don’t feel compelled to work. I plow through books, I masturbate in bed, we come down with colds and flu, and somehow it’s just a huge, relaxing vacation (for me, at least — unfortunately, Delia isn’t as aroused by our bedroom being located right next door to her parents as I am).

I’ve never been a big fan of snow, but now that I work at home it’s growing on me since I don’t have to drive in it. Living in the Seattle area we don’t get a lot of snow so it’s always cause for excitement around here. It doesn’t usually last long, either, so I’m really happy we had a chance to go out and shoot in it.

The window of opportunity for snowy, seasonal pics is actually still open; it’s been snowing most of today. Here’s a shot of our dog from one of our spycams a few hours ago:

Anyway, the rest of the photos are up for my members and we’ve got two outdoor spycams running today; we’re going to walk downtown through the snow now to run some errands.

During my shows today I got the usual questions I get when I’m wearing a tampon and haven’t bothered to cut the string. Namely, “what she got hangin out of her pussy?” I feel it’s my moral obligation to continue flaunting my string time if only to educate these sheltered ignoramuses.

After my last orgasm I returned my focus to the chatroom only to read a new question, one I’d never fielded before:

“Why is your pussy so flat?”

Ummmmmm . . . flat? Well, here is what he was looking at:

I had to ask him what he meant. FLAT? He couldn’t bring himself to elaborate. And maybe it does look relatively flat, especially without any hair on it (a recent change). Regardless, I couldn’t tell you WHY mine is that way. It just IS. I was born with a (now) stylishly cute vulva that could almost be mistaken for fake if not for the vulgar coloring, pimples, and hair (when I have it, which is almost always). And as I’ve gotten older it’s gotten more of a pinched pie dough look, but it still has its flat days, I guess. I should start marketing myself that way. STEP RIGHT UP AND SEE TRIXIE’S FLAT PUSSY! Actually, my pussy is not as flat as it looks, though. It’s just the quality of the webcam show action and lighting that fucks up the dimensions.

Speaking of the hair removal, I still got a handful of “compliments” on my supposedly still-hairy pussy, even though the actual vulva is now shaved. Seriously? That pussy looks hairy? Color me confused. That is like confusing a mustache with a beard. No, it’s like confusing SIDEBURNS with a beard.

CRAZY HORNY

A few of my favorite photos from my “2000 Calorie Bush” gallery inspired by something Sarah Silverman said about mascara:

Note: though I’ve been posting quite a few black and white images here, the vast majority of photos on our sites are in color.

Sometime today or tonight I’ll post a video that goes along with these photos for members. First I have to capture the video, edit it, and upload it which will be a good set of tasks for me since my brain is frighteningly scattered and overwhelmed so far today. Wish it luck.

Being off the pill makes my attention deficit disorder worse. It also makes me CRAZY HORNY. I started a masturbation log in my members-only blog to keep track of my masturbation habits and what kind of porn and toys I sometimes use to fuel my sessions. Even as I wrote that line, I got excited and now I feel really annoyingly tense and achy below the waist. It’s absolutely ridiculous and drives me up a fucking wall.

This blog entry would have been longer, but I have to go masturbate now. And when I say, “have to”, I really REALLY mean it.