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Putting away the lawnmower, NAKED!

I had clothes on when I mowed the lawn, but I put the mower away NAKED!

I’m loaded with crazy-ass energy from getting a B Vitamin injection this morning on top of PMS. I put on a horrible webcam “show” today that went into overtime and totally redeemed itself when I came a bunch of times and ejaculated while I was standing up fucking myself with a bulb-ended steel rod. Because PMS + B Vitamins + me taking a couple of days off of Ritalin = crazy crazy bitchy crazy crazy HORNY.

Milf-type w/energy & drive of HS cheerleader!

Brushing my wet hair after my shower, sun low streaming in and lighting up my bush, getting ready for my webcam show:

Brushing my wet hair, naked in the cabin.

Sun bright after dinner, lighting up my hair.

This is my body naked today.

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Note: I accidentally broke our hot day-off sex camera-phone-porn videos eleven days ago and didn’t realize it until tonight when Delia caught it (AND she made us deviled eggs tonight – mmmm!). Anyway, the videos are fixed now – sorry about that; hope it didn’t cause anybody undue frustration!

A few images from the masturbation video I posted for members today:

2 orgasms & I tell my imaginary friend to KEEP FUCKING ME

This is the video I referred to in this tweet about my peehole seeming to gape in its own tiny way.

Incidentally, during the second orgasm of that video is when my three-week on-and-off headache started. When you watch it and look at my neck muscles and all the blood in my head, it might kind of make sense. That session alone didn’t cause the muscle tension, it was building up from not using good body mechanics doing yardwork, especially weeding. I need to squat and kneel more instead of bending at the waist and sticking out my neck and head all funny. I’m also going to get more B Vitamin and Magnesium shots this week.

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On a different topic, here’s a post I wrote about trying to take the word “finished” out of my vocabulary, and replace it with READY.

I might try to post more of that kind of thing over there on DailyTrixie.com. Unless you think I should just post more of that kind of thing here.

I used to have a hot water bottle for warm weight on my lap during the day (or to soothe menstrual cramps) and at night to keep my feet warm in bed. After going through half a dozen water bottles over the years (refer to this blog entry describing the loss of one which led to lots of comments from a fetishist) some wonderful friends bought us a microwave so when the last rubber bag wore thin enough to spring a leak, I switched to one of those seed-filled microwaveable quilted blankety things.

I carried it with me, reheating it multiple times daily, until one day I climbed into the loft with it for a grumpy nap and shoved my feet down to touch the soothing warmth and felt my toe rend the worn fabric and little hot seeds spill out onto me:

I'm a sad bottomless, hot-blanketless lady in the loft.

I was kind of glad to retire it because for months it’s smelled like cheap hot gluey plain oatmeal and it had to have a special foot-blanket-contaminated-plate for the microwave and I’d always leave the plate in there and Delia would be like, “get this plate out of here!”.

Seed is spilled into and out of the splits.

This actually ripped weeks and weeks ago, but I saved it up in the loft  to take these sad pictures before throwing it away (I hardly EVER sleep or nap up there so it TOTALLY was NOT because I’m a hoarder or lazy or have a seed-bag fetish that I didn’t have Delia throw it away instead of doing it myself until today after she took these pics).

My poor bare cold piggies!

I actually have a really swank lavender-stuffed warmer like it, but it’s so nice (and was a gift) I don’t want to use it all day and night and ruin it, so I’ve weaned myself off the constant heated soothers. Instead I designated the silky magic camel socks Lightning Allie gave me as my in-bed-only socks. She told me how to felt them to make them smaller, but I like the loose feeling for bed – it’s like the socks are stroking me with their soft exotic fibers when my feet move around inside them.

My dirty socks talk to each other while the black dong lists in the window:

Yesterday I started tracking my calories and exercise on Spark People again. They still haven’t added sex to the list of available cardio (or strength training) activities, but I noticed that “Acting” *is*! Apparently if I were to pretend my dirty sock mittens were talking to each other and give voice to all three of us for twenty minutes, SparkPeople says I’d burn 53 calories!

This reminds me of another major oversight in their list of available cardiovascular activities: PUPPETEERING! They tell me if I play “Billiards” for 20 minutes, I’ll burn 46 calories (note that acting exerts more energy). I’m pretty sure puppeteering and fucking on average burn more calories than playing pool or acting, but whatever. You can’t get too worked up about the lack of precision involved in what can only be guesstimations.

I’m not saying that acting isn’t hard work . . . it is/can be! But on that note, it’s very inconsistent that “modeling” isn’t listed if acting is. MODELING IS HARD. It definitely burns calories. But maybe that’s why they’re afraid to list it. Stereotypes and all.  Don’t want to encourage the anorexics.

I don’t actually think there’s a full-blown conspiracy to leave out certain calorie-burning activities or anything . . . I’m guessing some stuff gets on just because people vocally request/demand it. Perhaps famous actresses.

SparkPeople does a good job with some exercises by providing multiple options of exertion or style for certain activities; six kinds of swimming are listed, for example. There’s also “Basketball” and “Basketball: Wheelchair” (guess which one they say burns more calories?).  They have “Calisthenics: moderate” and “Calisthenics: vigorous”.

Couldn’t they do that with sex? Like, “Sex: Just Laying There”,  “Sex: Keep Pumping Hard and Maybe You’ll Feel Something”, and “Sex: as performed by aerial artists suspended by fabric at that one party you went to in a Seattle warehouse”. Oddly enough they only have ONE yoga option, and it’s very specific (”Power Yoga: Vinyasa or Ashtanga”) so it’s like no other yoga counts. They need to add more yoga options and also break down acting into at LEAST a couple categories (stage vs. screen?).

I should start a campaign to get “photography” on the list. No wait, it should only be “Photography: professional”. And then some models should complain HEARTILY! He’s not REALLY burning any calories . . . I’m the one doing all the work, plus he’s really just a hobbyist.

Anyway, I’ve got to make a short list of substitutions for activities I like doing that burn calories. “Fishing: sitting” will be for totally passive sex, “Fishing: in stream” will be for giving head, and “Frisbee: ultimate” will be for vigorous penis-in-vagina fucking. I’ll use “Darts” for when I’m sitting in the car swearing at people who don’t know how to drive or are walking on the incorrect side of the road. And “Ping Pong” for reading and responding to fan mail.

I haven’t played darts or ping pong all day, FYI.

We’ll close out (Nude) Native Plant Appreciation Week with our state flower, the Rhododendron:

NEXT TO A BIG ROCK! Note: there are pictures of me on squatting atop and peeing all over this rock in my members-only area:

Aren’t women just ADORABLE?!?:

The fact that women in Washington state (along with the rest of America) had no legal right to vote didn’t stop them from organizing a statewide election in 1892 to select the Washington state flower.

I can’t believe they were considering bringing clover to try to impress people in Chicago! If I were there I’d have voted for Devil’s Club. Well, first I’d have voted for getting to vote for real, but barring the success of that reprioritizing of the agenda I’d have campaigned for Devil’s Club. I wish I’d have closed this week out with Devil’s Club, especially with it being a full moon in fucking SCORPIO!

It’s not flower time yet, but when it is, this one will be pink:

Anyhoo, the presence of Rhododendrons next to huge fir trees in the woods splashes this weird magical tropical feeling into our forests that I don’t think is communicated very well to people who haven’t spent time in Western Washington. Maybe reading that “approximately 90% of the world’s rhododendrons are found in southeastern Asia” (see link above) helps conjure up that more stereotypical-paradise feeling than what (I imagine) people imagine when they think of being near the big-tree parts of Washington state.

They get tall (way taller than the one I’m standing next to in the pictures) and lanky and with the ferns and the moss and the giantness of things you get to feel connected to layers of living things that are old and multiply in strange-feeling primitive ways, like with spores and stuff! It is dense with richness and fiercely gentle oh gag did I really just type that. I don’t know how to describe how much I love where I keep getting to live my life, and how fucking EXOTIC it is, like a picture book about what it was like when dinosaurs roamed the earth . . . but without the dinosaurs. Pretty. Fucking. Convenient, right?

Sixth day of (Nude) Native Plant Appreciation week: these are little local orchids:

Calypso bulbosa, as Delia calls it, is in need of conservation. What little of it is left with places to grow is picked or trampled on by an abundance of stupid people and their hordes of dogs and stuff like that:

The point of this post is to tell you not to take some good shit for granted. A lot of nice stuff needs help and appreciation, like blog comments and joins from more than three or four of the same people every time if you want to see it stick around or you want more of it or to see it up-close and naked and smiling and stuff like that. Especially if it has a headache. Fortunately it’s in good company with World’s Most Beautiful Woman.

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Last night we watched Madonna: Truth or Dare for the first time in YEARS; remember how she totally didn’t shoot herself in the head or act like she wasn’t awesome or CRY or even APOLOGIZE/act all guilty and sorry in the “documentary” for having to cancel shows when she had a sore throat and stayed home for weeks?

I’m so glad I don’t have someone who doesn’t even remember fingerbanging me begging me to be the godmother of her unborn baby. I need to remember that nobody is required to be gracious to Kevin Costner sporting a mullet calling your work “neat”. The awesome thing to do is be all Bette Davis bitchy-as-Margo-Channing to his ass. Also? You never stop wanting to be worshiped. And when you’re rich you actually have MORE technical problems to go with your MORENESS in general. So thanks for helping me in my midlife crisis, Madonna, and for so much more. Between you, Mr. Rogers and Larry Flynt I’ve been blessed with an abundance of inspiration and role-modelry.

Anyway, I can’t be trampling the ladyslippers to try to put my arm around them naked, but next time I’ll try to shoot them with the fancy camera.

When I turn forty I’m going to stop apologizing for stupid shit and begin living entirely guilt-free. Starting to practice . . . NOW!!

Day Four of (Nude) Native Plant Appreciation Week maybe should have been Day One, because I think Delia told me it’s like the first thing to bud and flower around here in the spring:

Buds opening up on Red-Flowering Currant

I took these close-ups of one in our yard back on March 8th:

First Flowering of Spring

More than a month later (so naturally in full bloom by then), but I still couldn’t even believe that this big bushy one closer to the water is the same kind of plant:

Delia said it’s the same thing, but the conditions in this spot here (not our yard) just happen to be ideal for it:

A chat I just had with Delia:

Trixie: do you call it a red-flowering currant or  a flowering red currant?
Trixie: YOU, I mean, what do YOU call it?
Delia: ribes sanguinium
Trixie: lol – I love you
Trixie: okay, and then when you say its common name, what do you call it?
Delia: flowering red currant i think
Trixie: that’s what I thought . . . thanks!
Delia: but that doesn’t really make sense . . . the flower is red not the currant

Thanks for stopping by my blog to appreciate the plants!

Day 3 of (Nude) Native Plant Appreciation Week, I point out Mahonia (also known as “Oregon Grape”):

You can eat Oregon “Grapes” but they taste gross. It’s not berry time yet so my current phone pics are of the yellow flowers. So I can’t show you how tempting they look, but here’s another bush in flower (I think it’s a different kind of Mahonia – maybe Tall Oregon Grape -  than the one above which is probably Mahonia Nervosa; once again, Delia’s camming so I can’t pick her brain):

I remember when I was little asking my dad if I could eat the berries. He’d always chuckle and say yes, but that I’d wish I hadn’t. I always thought next time would be different. They couldn’t possibly ALL taste yucky. So plump! So pretty! WHY?!?