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We lost power at our house for a couple of seconds today because of the wind; it almost seems freakier when the sun’s out and it’s blowing than if the skies were dark and ominous. Blue skies + windstorms = the pink goth of weather.

Though we live northwest of/near Seattle, the weather is totally different here with a lot less rain. We’re lucky to have big windows facing south so in January and February we can sunbathe naked. Inside, unless you have fur:

I took these pictures in our backyard after going to the store where the power was out. According to the locals I heard talking, part of town was out of electricity because a transformer blew, a tree fell/knocked down lines, AND someone crashed a car into a pole. Our wind is a force to be reckoned with!

Next month we’re planning to spend some time shooting closer to my hometown, in the area where (some of) Twin Peaks was filmed. I really wanted to commission someone to sew a waitress costume to mimic the ones they wore at the diner in the series, but I messed up the specs on the auction I created and didn’t want to pay for something four months in advance of a time that would be too late for the look/time of year I wanted. Maybe next year. For now we’ll try to capture a little of the vibe/local color without being crazily ambitious. Someday I would love to have the resources to get a bunch of our friends and fellow-Peaks-fans together for a couple of weeks to shoot some tribute porn. Someday.

Part of a dream from last night’s collection:

I’m taking care of the abandoned toddler but also realize no grownups are present so in the shed sitting on the ice I start “using” (if you know what I mean) my vibrating guitar-hero-style guitar. I’m looking out the windows and realize my stupid aunt is walking across the ice and looking in at me: I’m caught! She sees exactly what I’m doing and suddenly people are popping up all over outside while she draws attention to me standing stunned in the window with the guitar vibrating against my crotch. I’m still wearing pants for decency’s sake, but still — I’m mortified.

MORE BLONDE BLOGGING

Last night I dreamed I was walking down the street and EVERY head turned to look at my lovely newly blonde hair. It was like a commercial in which I was the girl chewing the new gum or wearing the new perfume that makes everyone love and want to kiss her. The only unusual part was that all of the heads turning and faces looking appreciatively horny in my direction were WOMEN’S. Hot chicks, all giving me the “let’s fuck”-eye because I’m so eye-catching as a blonde. In my dream I thought to myself, “wow – this proves my post that blondes are more attractive than brunettes; all of the women want me! I have to remember to post these results in my blog”.

Yes, that’s how much of a vain chick magnet I am in my dreams AND evidence of how trained I am to mentally note anything that could be blog fodder.

The dream went on to involve shopping in an expensive boutique with gorgeous silk dresses, sassy coats and even shoulder(?)-length leather gloves, all in magnificent arrays of colors. The beautiful proprietress with an updo exposing her yummy neck tried on a pair for me and I admired her exquisitely long, slender, leather-clad arms. I wanted to escape with her, but the store was very busy with tall, haughty women looking down their noses at me indicating I didn’t belong there (apparently my hair was much less impressive here than on the street). The store also sold really artfully-printed business cards with white type on black card stock; let this be further proof of what a dork I am, that while I am a normal women who dreams normal woman-dreams about clothes-shopping, I have to also have office supplies for a wishlist dream to be really top-notch.

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In real life, my mom and sister were greatly relieved to see me yesterday with blonde hair once again. They hated my hair dark.

Now that I’ve typed all of this I’m kind of grossed-out by the implications of the first part of the dream, but oh well. I’m human. We all want to be loved and wanted.

RASPBERRY LIP GLOSS

Just awoke from a dream in which I was a man with a very large rod masturbating in my very posh living room, trying to hide it from my wife behind a magazine. Orgasm number one shot a gluey fountain above the magazine. Orgasm number two? Turns out my wife is Beyonce; I fucked her asshole. It looked like she applied raspberry lip gloss to it.

Herein lies the benefit of getting just a little too much sleep.

SORE

I went to a new exercise class yesterday and now I’m sore in my sides from my hips to the base of my skull. SORE, I tell you, I’m sore!

And it feels SO good!

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In the middle of the night last night I woke up to feel Delia stroking my body up and down, running her fingers over and around my tits and nipples which were feeling exquisitely sensitive. Needless to say, we fucked.

Unfortunately I had a difficult time falling back to sleep after that, and what with feeling so sore and all had to make up for it with some napping which I took a wee bit too far and wound up having nightmares which is not so much fun.

YESTERDAY’S DREAMS

I woke up early yesterday to pee, only to step into a puddle; it was raining, and our bathroom floor covered with water. We have a leak somewhere on the roof that trickles down into the fan and seeps out around the edges (we never use the fan, fyi). After that discovery I had a difficult time falling back to sleep, but when I did? Sex dreams.

I dreamt I was extremely aroused and licking my own pussy. I wasn’t contorting or anything, it’s just like my vulva was detached and right in front of my face, like a photo spread come to life. I greatly enjoyed sucking on my clit, except that it was much smaller than it is in real life; at the crest of the hood there was barely any bump, but whatever — I couldn’t get enough of it. It seems I’d trimmed more than usual, too, so there were quarter-inch blonde whiskers making slightly prickly feelings on my mouth. I had an orgasm or more.

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It’s a lovely day, both foggy and rainy. I’m looking forward to taking a shower and doing a shoot or two of some kind, then posting my members-only update (probably much later tonight). I’m not sure if I’ll post whatever we shoot today, or pull something older out of the stash. I also have some self-sucking pics to post in the Trixie’s Houseboy members-only area, but those may have to wait until later to go up.

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Since we added another spycam site to our lineup and a couple of new SPLENDID webcams adding two new views of our bedroom, I have felt a LOT less stressed out. With three camsites to rely upon, I feel much less concerned about what our members will think if one of them takes a temporary dive (as the one we’ve come to rely upon the most has been doing too often). I feel much more relaxed knowing there are seven+ awesome
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I know that sounds like a big fat advertisement. That’s because it IS a big fat advertisement, but only secondarily. The main reason I’m mentioning it is because this is a journal, and I feel really happy about the new stuff (and maintained old stuff) on our sites. More than anything else on our sites, I tend to stress out about the spycams because they’re an around-the-clock obligation. Anytime we add more spycams or get greater stability or more access to other people’s cams for our members it makes me VERY HAPPY. The more live content we offer, the more I feel a cozy buffer between me and “fucking up”. It’s like an airbag; if there’s an emergency or an accident and I don’t do a great job with one aspect of our sites or if one of the sites we appear on goes down then there’s a safety net of all this other stuff to keep members happy. Sure, I know that’s not enough for everyone and I know we can always do *more*, but in terms of my own sense of anxiety and accomplishment I feel a lot “more better” lately about our sites and less compelled to be checking the cams constantly or ripping my hair out when I discover some of them are down. It’s just a huge relief for me.

INGREDIENTS FOR A PERFECT NIGHT

*One full moon, visible and shining high-beam onto your bed.

*An attempt at reading a favorite book, The Mists of Avalon, again. You fail to dive in deeply but only because you feel deliciously sleepy.

*A realization that even though you’re deliciously sleepy, you’re not SO deliciously sleepy you can’t feel the lure of the eroscillator (a clit-stimulating sex toy). In the full moonlight, you masturbate yourself to two super-fantastic orgasms.

*After being asleep for fifteen minutes, your transgendered girlfriend calls you up from a local bar to get her ride home so you put on pj pants, pick her up, and go to the store and buy some junk food. The store employees say bizarre things to one another over the intercom. Everything inside and outside the store and on the drive there and back home is surreal and wide open.

*When you get home and into bed with your junk food, your girlfriend wants to fuck. You’re sleepy and only into junk food at the moment, but say that she’s welcome to fuck you as long as you can just lay there and not do anything. She agrees to your proposal, you grab some lube, and not six strokes into the endeavor you realize it feels way too good to just lay there and not do anything. So you do things. A lot of things. You are on top, your girlfriend has a huge orgasm and the excitement of watching and hearing her orgasm plus the feeling of her cum sloshing around in your pussy makes YOU climax too. You remark that apparently you were in the mood after all, and a good thing too because those early orgasms with the eroscillator? They didn’t do jack for your g-spot, but this fuck session totally hit the spot and rounded out the evening. To be topped only by the following:

*Your girlfriend falls asleep as you press play on a recorded episode of your favorite television show, COPS. You have the fritos, bean dip, little schoolboys (cookies!), and diet Coke all to yourself. And COPS. Plus a full moon and spooge-filled cooch. You are positively gleeful.

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The ingredients for a perfect night don’t necessarily carry over well into the morning. Since I didn’t go to sleep until four, I didn’t get enough sleep since I had to wake up early for a show. We also had some (fun) shopping to do first for some plants for a photo shoot and the yard. By the time my show was over and we started eating lunch, I had the warning signs of a migraine with major visual disturbances, so I blocked out as much light from the room and swilled down a couple of pills and more caffeine to try to ward it off. I took a nap for two hours but the left side of my head is not too happy.

I’m not sure what to blame for it (the beginning of the moon’s waning phase?), but the processed salty foods, sugar and diet coke seem likely culprits. We’ve never been big on drinking pop, but lately have been heeding the siren song of diet Coke and now I understand why that shit is so addictive. It’s truly bubbly evil in a can.

Fortunately I don’t feel the urge to vomit, so things are not too bad.

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While napping, I dreamt I was student teaching and also holding another straight job, but was getting all of my porn email at the school/work. I was scared because everyone was on the verge of finding out my dirty secret. My co-workers and students seemed uncomfortable around me and the principal eyed me as though a big talk was coming.

Later I was living in a cold city. My wardrobe was not appropriate for the weather, and the icy puddles were treacherous to try to cross wearing my tractionless ballet slippers. Still, I had fun sliding around on the ice in the park. I wondered to myself why I’d never been to Cleveland, and then I realized that this cold city I was in was Cincinnati, and it would be very simple for me to visit Cleveland from there. The trees were bare and the sky a thick, unmitigated grey.

HELD PRISONER

Last night we watched part of this Frontline special on women from the Ukraine and other poor countries who are sold into sexual slavery, raped, beaten, and held prisoners without payment for turning tricks. Of course the stories were horrifying (though not quite as bad as the one I heard on NPR once of an Albanian woman who’d been so severely beaten so many times by her pimp that she no longer had arms or legs: thrown out of a moving car a few too many times).

Not a good bedtime story, anyway. Not good.

I wound up having horrible nightmares. I was being held captive by the guy I lost my virginity to. He was crazy and going to torture and kill me. The look in his eyes was totally insane and no matter where I went, he was there. Everything was locked up but eventually I somehow made it out onto the roof but realized that even if I flew away he would follow me.

I woke up panting and sweating. I *hate* that shit.

DICK’S MISTRESS

The other night I dreamt I was Dick Cheney’s mistress. I morphed between being myself and being my friend Mia. Dick was morphing between himself and a variety of covert operatives (who looked nothing like the real Dick Cheney) wearing a suit that was too large for him. Our roles morphed between me chasing him while he was on the lam, and him chasing me while I was on the lam. Escalators were involved. It was hard — TOO hard — for us to “connect” and he was often chaperoned by lawmen, either because he was a crook and about to escape or because he needed extra force to take me down for my own crimes.

You’ll be surprised to find that I WAS DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH DICK in my dream. At the beginning (when he was paying me for sex) I didn’t like him so much but then our “relationship” developed, and in the middle of all that chasing up and down escalators and trying to find a moment alone I realized I just wanted . . . to hold him in my arms.

I’m SO embarrassed and sickened by the strength of a dream to develop a crazy soft spot for sugar-bear Cheney. Ugh!

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You’ll notice that I was finally able to switch to the new Blogger and am now adding post labels! Yay! It’s going to take awhile to finish that project and finally add the category links to the sidebar, but I’m *excited*! The pervs will be able to just go directly to the PHOTOS and SEX entries — life will be a dream.