Happy New Year!

full moon happy new year

I’m stoked about the new year!

Normally the New Year holidays depress me and make me feel (even more) weird & alienated from “normal” people, but the longer Delia and I are together and the more I get comfortable with my introversion, the happier this holiday is for me. This is the second year I’ve used the Dragontree Dreambook & Planner (I get the PDF version and print it out myself at home). I love the new year invitation to spend time planning, focusing on my own values and visions and wants.

While I don’t feel like I’m where I “should” be at this age, I’m happy that I keep making (crooked, jaggedy, sometimes backsliding) progress. The gift of this past crazy-ass year in the states has been confirmation beyond any doubt that people — ALL people, just about — are fucking crazy.

naked new year reflection

We can comfort ourselves into abandoning our best selves or make ourselves MORE crazy by measuring ourselves against each other: our sanity, our normalcy, our financial success and accomplishments, our appearances, our ways of expressing ourselves, our guilt and complicity, our contributions and our ability to fit in and obtain approval from each other. 2017 insisted it’s best to set that yardstick of “normal” on FIRE and live by our own values, guided by something higher and brighter and rooted deeper and stronger into the earth and the best purest efforts of humankind since we arrived here. And if that is too much, it may be just as wise to dance and fuck and scream and give up everything BUT embracing the insanity. And reading all the books with all the answers and timeless questions frustrated wise folk have been trying to give and ask one another and the rest of us since the beginning of time.

It’s absurd how much we care and how much we kid ourselves. But fuck it: I’m here, I’m alive and I want to be fully human: that’s what I’ve been given. So I took off my clothes and stood outside at midnight, laughing at my reflection in light and shadows both natural and unnatural. Believing in my sanity and rightness more than all the fireworks bombing the neighborhood. More than all the flying champagne corks in the whole wide world.

Maybe my plan for 2018 is to step up naked in the outside-air to every door and mirror on my path, day or night, winter spring summer fall. Confident in the knowledge — not a guess or suspicion, but the CERTAINTY — I am behaving as best a sensible rational fleshy LIVING human can. I hope you have the freedom and resources to do the same (or whatever is best for YOU in your life) this year!

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Dancing at Sunrise

My wake-up dance-around music-for-sunrise today >>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Maybe an album called “Moonbathing on Sleeping Leaves” isn’t thematically appropriate for rise-n-shine time, but I think Sky Cries Mary is perfect for most ANY magical time.

Delia and I are working on crafting a home with lots of open space — indoors and OUT — for dancing. Rolling around on the ground, jumping … RUNNING.

Stomping shaking flying leaping stretching reaching singing … hanging upside-down.

It’s more important to us than couches or bedframes or chairs. OR CLOTHES.

I don’t want to start my day reading scary news before I’ve even had breakfast, or checking email or anything else where what somebody else wants or thinks sets the tone and overshadows my own priorities.

I want to start out my day by dancing (or fucking), waking up my body by moving it.

What’s your favorite way to start your day?

I’d love to hear what your morning rituals are, if you have any … or what they would include and feel like ideally.

Mmmmmm … Cozy Morning Boobs

Trixie's morning boobs



I also logged in a spycam (members: view here) for as long as I can tolerate it today. Just sitting at the computer working, maybe doing some stretching. Very slight possibility I’ll fix my hair and then log the voyeur cam out … and log into TrixieCams for a gold show (group show where I “entertain” as I see fit for a block of time, usually for a low price like $3-$10) and/or one or two privates or exclusives where you can get me to do what you want! If that sounds good to you, SIGN UP HERE so you’ll be ready to catch me!

Seven Spring B’s

::Not to be confused with spring bullshit::

After staying up working and masturbating well past sunup last “night”, I woke up after four hours to SUNSHINE. The backyard beckoned more than going back to bed did so I got up, put the kettle on, and made a nest out there.

backyard blessings

Enjoying birdsong, butterflies & bumblebees while eating my breakfast in a sleeping bag outside.

It doesn’t get much better than this, so instead of sitting inside at the computer blogging I made sure to take some pictures of my boobs for you, which I hope will make my super-blessed cheesy alliteration love more tolerable for you! Chances are if you’re at a site made by someone who named herself TastyTrixie you’re already expecting that. 😉

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soft little belly & boobs

B is also for BELLY!

big natural boobs

Big Naturals

bright sun on big boobs

Bright Sun & Big Boobs

bumpy areolas

Big & Bumpy Areolas

If boobs under a bright blue sky make you happy, keep coming back! And join my wife’s site for more explicit photos and videos shot by us in the great outdoors. :)

Dark Moon, Flushed Cheeks

I know what I’m supposed to be doing now, but I’m still too afraid to really do it.

So I keep doing things I should let go of, because I think they look like REAL WORK to other people, and are more defensible (if I fail, which of course I will if I’m not doing The Right Things … then again, they’re all kinda right things, and all vulnerable to someone saying they’re wrong … so I should stop working so hard at identifying right and wrong and just identify WORK and HOURS WORKING and WHAT FEELS GOOD).

Trixie's big boobs and pink cheeks

dark moon :: pink cheeks :: big boobs

Headed in the right direction: I’m super happy to recommit myself to a set (yet flexible as-needed) swing-shift schedule. Balancing the freedom of working for myself at home with some STRUCTURE (that I really need and provides its own freedoms) is a struggle, but today felt super NATURAL for me, blocking out 2pm to 10:30 for work. Of course I started early. And I’m finishing late. And I worked on stupid things I should be paying somebody else to do. But hey … I wanted to end my day on BOOBS, not bills, so here they are!

2-10:30 tomorrow I’m going to work. On the “right” things. And not be afraid. The morning and daylight when other people at work is ALL MINE. And midnight is ALL MINE. And I’m going to be in love with all of them.

 

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