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ON THE WHORE OF A DILEMMA

Shit!! Delia is camming tonight in one of her blonde wigs and in three hours made three times as much as she made last week as a brunette in six hours. GUYS SPEND MORE MONEY ON BLONDES. That’s all there is to it.

I have an appointment to get my hair colored tomorrow and planned to stick with dark hair just ONE MORE TIME but Delia’s income tonight reminds me once again how foolish it is to cling to my brunette locks. FOOLISH. There’s no backing out now, though, as all of my outfits I’ve lined up for our next two photo shoots look best with dark hair. ALL OF MY FAVORITE COLORS LOOK BEST WITH DARK HAIR!! Coral, salmon, aqua, orange, pink, red. I do *love* brown, though, and brown looks best with blonde hair.

I know. You don’t care.

SMELLS GOOD!

Our house smells faintly of Lapsang Souchong. Mmmm. . . . if you’re a fan of that smokey tea, I’m in love with the Russian Caravan we can get at our local hippy store (not sure if this is the same brand we’ve gotten, but it’s worth checking out if you’re into tea).

I’m a little hyperaware of the scent of our house right now because Kris Madison is coming over to stay with us for a few days; I’m afraid the dominant notes in our domestic bouquet won’t be smokey tea leaves, but instead will be damp, sweaty, unwashed laundry, wet dog, and heated vomit from our vaccuum cleaner which our brother-in-law used to clean up after our Nico puked while we were gone when she ate a chicken carcass.

Speaking of aromas, we ate a lot of refried beans last night; I’m on the verge of becoming the first human hovercraft. I wonder how many people cancel their memberships to my site after hearing me moan, fart and giggle over the spycam audio one too many times? Or is that part of my distinctive charm?

WHATEVER HAPPENED TO . . .

An anonymous person left a couple of comments saying, “hi Trixie! I was wondering if you knew what ever happened to Betty?”

The short answer is “yes”. Yes, I know what happened to Betty. Yes, I know why her site isn’t up anymore. But what the inquirer probably meant to ask is, “will you tell me what happened to Betty (if you happen to know the answer)?” And since the answer to THAT is “no”, I chose not to publish those comments since any response I give would have to be sort of complex and never really answer the question.

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I understand that people are curious when webwhores leave the internet, especially since they usually do so very mysteriously with no explanation; one day a chick’s site is up and the next day . . . poof, it’s gone! If a girl’s done her job well, people are going to miss her when she’s gone so it’s kind of a compliment when people ask, “what happened to X?” On the other hand, none of us really has a RIGHT to know why she disappeared (unless of course she made off with someone’s money or shut down her members-only area without a word or without offering refunds to those with time remaining).

I myself used to be completely flabbergasted by the frequent disappearances of women from the web, to the point of even being mad at them, these chicks I didn’t even know personally who probably had good reasons for jumping ship. I would ask myself WHY wouldn’t they leave their sites up even if they couldn’t update anymore when they could just lower the price of membership, explaining they moved on to other projects but were leaving their site up for posterity? WHY would they DELETE EVERYTHING from their sites? WHY couldn’t they just post a somewhat sensible brief message explaining their departure? WHY would they want to give up something they made for a new boyfriend who disagreed with their porn life (most girls who DID offer brief and, I thought, really fucking STUPID explanations said that the new men in their lives wanted them to give up the porn so they happily agreed to sacrifice their internet sex work to save their boyfriends’ fragile egos, because “love” is more important than owning your own business, apparently). Oh gosh . . . I’m getting judgemental again, aren’t I?!

It’s so easy to do, though, when you really don’t know anything about someone except that she tried running a business online and then changed her mind.

Over the past six years I’ve seen a whole lot of chicks come and go; some of them had very good reasons for quitting their sites. Some of them eventually returned, some of them under new aliases while others just picked up where they left off.

There was the chick who had a seizure one day while she was wearing an angora sweater and cooking. The burns were devastating, I heard, and as far as I know she hasn’t returned to the web. There was the Romanian camgirl I and some of my cohorts had a crush on who was one of the most popular and visible performers on the network until the day when a totally different girl started performing under her name; I never heard what happened to Violeta Number 1. There were those who didn’t set their domain names to auto-renew and lost all of their traffic and branding when their dot coms were snatched out from under them; some of them started back up under new names, but others just gave up the ghost. There was the hottie who was rumoured to have started escorting and then shut down her main site and took down her ads; I heard through the grapevine it was because of a “fan”atic that was stalking her, but eventually she came back with a newer, even-cooler site. I’ve no idea whether or not the stalker still plagues her or if he truly did exist in the first place to the extreme where he had an effect on her web presence.

There were many who landed straight jobs that paid better and were more fulfilling than what they did online; they had no motivation to jeopardize their careers by leaving content up that could compromise them and never made them much money anyway. Some of them left for good, but some of them are back. There were many who took time off for surgeries and reinvention or to carry and have babies and they didn’t want to explain or share that with fans. There were many whose x-rated lives became targets for jealous ex’s and judgemental family members who used their porn sites as leverage in custody battles. There were some who divorced the person that helped them make porn, and because the husbands (usually) were the ones who photographed the pictures they were also the ones who legally held the copyright on all the material so they were basically left owning nothing or half of something that wasn’t worth bargaining for or buying out.

But mostly there were people who just didn’t want to run their sites anymore (or keep doing camshows or keep taking phone calls). It didn’t make them enough money or it wasn’t fun anymore or whatever . . . they didn’t want to keep doing it, or they wanted to take a break, or they didn’t know if it was worth it anymore. Maybe some people reading this are thinking, “aha! They were only in it for the money!” Of course, I don’t think that makes a woman evil, if she does something only because someone pays her to, but seriously — that’s really not the whole story on any of the people I know who’ve abandoned their sites or jobs as camgirls. What is usually the case is that they never actually got paid enough in the first place, but enjoyed it enough that they invested tons of time and money and personal risk in building and maintaining their sites but never actually made them profitable; they genuinely couldn’t afford to keep trying. Some camgirls just got older and burned out and bored with sticking things in their cunts for strangers. Some people had some fun online but it was really just an exploratory phase so they quit when the newness and excitement wore off or when the networks they were part of changed the rules and the terms of working on their sites (lowering chathost payouts from 50% to 35%, just as one example). Some people made a lot of money in the beginning, years ago when there was less competition, and they never got accustomed to the number of players on the new field; those who didn’t want to work harder for less left, quit or let their sites languish. Some girls got out of bad deals (or what they THOUGHT were bad deals) with big companies who promised to make them lots of money and never delivered (or were never given a chance to deliver) and their sites wound up redirecting to some other girl on some other site.

I honestly do wish more people would offer an explanation for why they left the industry, and actually most of them do but then the word doesn’t always get around to everybody or they don’t want to keep paying for a domain and hosting just to keep informing someone that they’re gone for “personal reasons”. On the other hand, many many people honestly CANNOT provide any explanation in anything other than the vaguest of terms. There could be legal reasons or safety issues or who-knows-what that’s totally private and not necessary for anyone to ever know about or could even be DANGEROUS to them or their family if they disclosed.

So. Whatever happened to Betty? That is not my business to share. I’m assuming the people who really supported and admired her were probably aware of her blog, I would think, and I hope would have read her explanation here a long time ago, along with this follow-up post indicating that she was alive and missed porn enough that she hoped she’d be able to return to it, and if she wanted to disclose more she would have. Hell, maybe she’ll read this and post a comment, but again . . . if she wanted to publicly talk about why she took down her site then she WOULD, but since she doesn’t/can’t, she shouldn’t
be pestered about it and people shouldn’t try to get the inside skinny from her friends. They *especially* shouldn’t try this without signing a name to their question — anonymously asking for private information on someone doesn’t come across as very well-intentioned (though it may have been — I don’t know, since I have no clue who the person was who asked). I’m pretty sure they’re just curious and figure it doesn’t hurt to ask, but it kind of makes me feel uncomfortable because Betty is my friend so I have a sort of rabid desire to defend her from attacks on her privacy. Whoever is asking obviously knows we’re pals, so it’s kind of rude to try to get me to betray her confidence.

All I can do is assure that Betty is STILL alive, she’s still awesome, and she deserves to have her privacy respected. My personal hope is that we will get rich enough to hire her to do special nonsexual things for us and our sites, and that she will want to do those things, and that we will see her often. My even bigger hope is that nothing stand between her and happiness and that everyone who appreciated her web presence feels the same way.

I hope I don’t sound harsh because I honestly can relate to simply wanting to know if a disappeared-webwhore is still alive and kicking; it would be embarrassing if I told you how affected I’ve been by Olympia’s (aka Postmodern Courtesan’s) blog’s disappearance. I emailed her two or three times since her blog has been down but haven’t gotten any replies. I genuinely am a little worried that something unpleasant might have prompted its removal, but even if that’s true, publicizing that unpleasantness would probably make a bad situation even worse. And if it’s not true, and she just didn’t want to keep it up or continue taking the risk of writing about escorting then it’s still none of my business. I have to remind myself that I got a lot out of reading her blog, entirely as a free blessing, and that makes her LESS obligated (not more) to explain her absence to me or anyone else.

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I was going to reflect more on the feeling of being “abandoned” by our favorite webwhores and the strangeness of that (which I can relate to, having felt it myself), but I think I’ll save that for some other time.

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Today Tucker and I got in a couple of photo shoots, took the dog for a walk, and I spent time in the chatroom. I got a lot of little tasks accomplished, and am now pretty exhausted since I didn’t get enough sleep last night and I’m on the rag.

Breakfast in Bed Chat happening again tomorrow . . . see you there?

MUNDANE IN THE MEMBRANE

Righteous rant develops in this entry; it may be worth slogging through the boring bits if you like hearing me bitch about the bullshit ways pornographers and sex workers are judged by violently harsher standards than mainstream entertainers and business-people.

I wish this didn’t look so much like The Blog Boring, but every time I have something provocative and interesting (or at least “sexy” or topical) to write I can’t seem to justify spending an hour or more doing it justice so those entries mostly just sit, half-formed, in drafts format.

More boring stuff: I’ve been patiently (but eagerly) waiting for Hipcast to become compatible with the new Googly Blogger so I can finally add post labels / categories to help people separate the wheat from the chaff in my blog. Today I discovered that Hipcast and the new Blogger are now working together! I even tested the compatibility by making a new gmail and blogger account (not wanting to switch over and — again — lose the ability to make phone posts which I consider vital to keeping members informed of schedule changes, outages, etc.) and was all set to make the transition . . . but found out that fucking BLOGGER won’t let me switch because some of my blogs (this one) have more than a thousand posts and they just aren’t ready for my massive weight. What the fuck ever. I’m happy to wait, I just wish they would communicate those things and wouldn’t have been shoving Blogger Beta down my throat with a billion links to “switch now!” for months if I don’t even qualify BECAUSE I’VE USED BLOGGER TOO MUCH, apparently. I mean — I do understand and appreciate that it’s better to wait than have a glitch in the transition; I realize I’m not being singled out or punished, I just don’t understand why I haven’t read about this problem before in their lovely oversimplified tours of Beta that don’t alert you to incompatibilities or problems with large blogs not being ready to transition.

I find it interesting that massive entities like Google and Blogger and mainstream sites like Hipcast can’t do a better job of communicating with their users. How is it that I, a lowly webwhore, am so concerned about making sure that my members know every single time my power is going to go out or there’s a chance one of my shows will be late, and yet these mainstream sites SUCK FUCKING ASS about taking two minutes to post similar messages in their status / news blogs just to reassure people that they are working on their bugs or to convey to people what those bugs are before they waste time (or totally fuck up their blogs) to try out their new tools? Is it that no one with any sense of accountability or customer service has access to post in their news areas? Or is it because blogger/hipcast users aren’t paying $20 a month the way members do to my site so blogger/google/hipcast/fill_in_the_blank don’t feel obligated to their users? It’s really ironic that Blogger cannot keep its own blog updated with any sort of frequency or relevance. Maybe they’re just so big they don’t NEED to communicate to keep their ship afloat whereas I am afraid the people who support me will perceive me as uncaring, irresponsible, or just too lazy if I don’t offer explanations when things go awry on my site or prepare them when there is a schedule change.

This train of thought reminds me that my kind of blog is less about being hugely entertaining or highly topical, and more about keeping in touch with my customers and, you know, reminding them that I actually give a shit about keeping them posted and letting them know I’m alive. Even if you don’t have good news or exciting new enhancements to your site or a thrilling story to tell, if you’re running a business and you have a blog you should FUCKING USE IT to let people know what to expect when they use your product. Even if you just post to say, “sorry that bug’s still not fixed; we know you’ve been waiting for months to use the new Blogger but . . . “.

It truly cracks me up (in a depressing way) that honest business-people like myself get such a bad rap simply because we sell sex, yet we often operate our businesses with greater integrity, customer service, and respect for our consumers than mainstream business-people. Why is it that we sex workers are all considered morally bankrupt by society while so many mainstream businesses behave as complete sociopaths but are never leveled with the same kind of criticisms sex workers field in such broad, sweeping hyper-generalized ways?? I’m not saying the Blogger/Google people are sociopaths, I’m just saying that I can’t imagine the kind of hate mail I’d get if I acted as careless and incommunicative towards my consumers as mainstream businesses do. But *I* as a dirty filthy pornographer am the one who has to pay higher payment processing fees and abide by stricter chargeback guidelines than mainstream businesses. As a pornographer you don’t even get a chance to prove your integrity or business ethics — it’s automatically assumed that you’re devoid of principles and operate with no moral compass and you’re treated as such by the credit card companies and the government. Internet porn is “high risk”. I’ll bet Hipcast isn’t considered a “high risk” enterprise, but they are the ones who’ll probably get massive amounts of chargebacks simply because they failed for months to post any news for their customers about their progress on becoming compatible with Blogger.

To be fair there *are* a lot of porn paysite owners who have really helped us earn such a bad reputation, but I honestly think even if we could prove those people are a minority of, say, 1% that THEY would still be the standard by which the rest of us are judged.

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Tonight we had bacon and eggs tonight while we watched one of my favorite TV shows, The First 48. It’s on A&E, and I can’t help wondering how bloody, dead and bloated murder-victim corpses represent “arts and entertainment”. I mean, yeah — it IS totally entertaining — but so is my bloody cunt but I’m not allowed to get paid for using it for entertainment purposes (and certainly NOT on television during daytime hours, no less!) and it’s actually attached to a living person who’s not (yet) the victim of a brutal violent crime! I DON’T FUCKING GET IT.

BEATING MY BUTTON
The past couple of days I’ve been inordinately horny, maybe because I’m ovulating but more likely because of this:

I’ve had countless — fucking COUNTLESS — strangers ask me to entertain them in various chatrooms with descriptions of what turns me on. “What turns you on baby?” “What do you like sexually?” This is their version of sexual equity and feigning interest in my pleasure and needs. I try to empathize with them as they have never been on the receiving end of such a repetitive, ceaseless hammering of questions. Sometimes I tell them they can find some of that information by reading my journal, checking out my site, or paying for a private phone call or video show with me. Blah blah blah. Other times I tell them the truth and I do so with a vengeance: “I like guy-on-guy action, macho buddies jacking off with each other, guys who will fuck anything and everything from couch cushions to blowup dolls to pvc pipes to microwaved liver. I like easily-dominated big dumb mouth-breathing hulks of guys who stand around drooling with their mouths open. I like guys who can suck their own cocks or at least give it a desperate yearning neck-breaking attempt.” Of course, I also like women with hispanic accents, but I don’t tell them that part. Anyway, they usually shuttup after that, or try to prompt me towards a direction they find more palatable, “but don’t you also like licking your girlfriends’ bald pussies?” Snort. Not as much as I’d like to walk in on a guy doing a little up and over dousing his own face with spunk.

Wil Wheaton (of Stand By Me and Star Trek fame) says he never gets tired of answering the same old questions from fans “because even if it’s the thousandth time I’ve been asked a question, it’s the first time the person asking it has ever heard the answer.” Well folks that’s commendable, but I am no Wil Wheaton. I get bored. Quickly.

Dishing out canned answers to every Tom, Dick and Hairy Dick that comes into my chatroom makes me feel like a cafeteria whore slapping green jello with bananas onto an assembly line of anonymous brown lunchroom trays. Oh boy — look at it jiggle!! But it’s so cold and jello green is so not a sexy color.

Part of the allure of logging, photographing, and sharing so much stuff on my websites is this delusion I have that once I say something . . . I’ll never have to say it again because it’s already out there, somewhere, even though I can’t remember saying it or where it is and certainly no one ELSE could remember it, but no matter . . . it’s my delusion and I’m sticking to it. Another way this delusion operates: I have a few pictures where I look pretty damned good and deep down I feel like . . . okay, I’ve got the proof that I’ve looked sexy once or twice, I feel great about it, now where’s my flannel robe, the potato chips and is there really a reason why I should brush my hair ever again? Let Tucker be the sexy one in our duo, I much prefer the role of the fat bastard pimp.

But I digress. What I really meant to say was that I’ve been horny as hell the past couple of days because of a self-sucking site I found. If you want to read more from me about it, check here.

Oh, and tomorrow is my show day, so check here for the times. I won’t be doing a tubtime and chat beforehand this time around, but I do have a couple other chats scheduled this week that I hope will be fun for all concerned, so don’t be afraid of dragonlady webwhore . . . just be prepared to contribute more to the conversation than predictabe questions.