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I’ve seen this gorgeous model, Dors Feline, busting out all over lately so thought I’d share in case you haven’t noticed her yet:

Voluptuous Dors Feline

There are a lot of cute, sexy porn models online, but it’s always fun to see one who’s truly beautiful that I could stare at all night long. I cannot get enough of looking at her sweet, sturdy legs coming to points in these peeptoe pumps:

Huge Boob Pinup Porn in Peeptoe Pumps

Speaking of girls I could stare at all night long, we are still watching SYTYCD (So You Think You Can Dance) in spite of vowing to swear it (and DirecTV) off. For all of its obnoxiousness I’m still driven to tears and/or drooling over the dancing and/or the hotness of girls like  Kathryn in her caveman garb last night. Of course we’re sad we won’t get to keep watching Billy Bell with his gorgeous, wacky, uber-articulated feet, but my secret hope is that he realized that lifting partners would only hurt his back and he should just be amazing OFF the competition instead of risking injuring himself on a show his fragile sweet self could never win.

And then there’s poor, beautiful Channing who appears to be conflicted over her lesbian self. And hot sex Peter (may be the first time I’ve been glad they made a boy cut his hair on that show). I’m rooting hard for Ellenore with her maturity (I was SO sad at that lame-ass “sexy” routine she had to do on Monday with those stupid-ass tutus) and was so sad that Ashleigh made it on instead of that super-athletic little black girl they cut for not having the right personality or whatever. Karen, Kevin and Russell are our other favorites. I ripped out a lot of hair the past couple of nights retching over some of the hideous costume choices, though. Those ridiculous pseudo-tuxes in the tap routine Monday night, for example. Bianca’s looked fab, but the boys looked like jokes. I’m also sick-to-death of Asian contestants being condescendingly described in diminutive terms and little squeaky voices, like “aren’t you just as cute as a button!?!” Ugh. But yeah — if I got to choose who I would fuck (or even just WATCH fucking) this season it would definitely be Karen and Peter. Not that that’s what the show is about, but I can’t help myself from thinking about it.

I do wish PBS would make its own version of SYTYCD without all of the reality show hype (or with it toned down to about 10% of the FOX strength). More dancing, less bullshit. And enough with the constant favoritism towards males and the brainwashing that “WITHOUT DANCE THIS POOR BLACK CHILD WOULD NEVER HAVE AMOUNTED TO ANYTHING — what an inspiration!” I’m so embarrassed to watch/hear that drivel OVER and OVER again. They never say that shit to poor white boys like Peter from Philadelphia with his jacked up teeth. I know it’s different, but when they fawn over the black kids like they’re stray animals white people in the arts rescued to perform tricks for them, it’s just so gross and humiliating, particularly when they assume that posture with all young black men on the show even when they’re middle-class white bread suburbanites. Fucking BARF.

Anyhoo, Delia’s decorating our guest room in Halloween deliciousness loaned to us by AmberLily so we can shoot some more fun stuff today to post for our members on Saturday. We’ve also got shows scheduled Friday night and Saturday so keep that in mind if you are a member or plan to become one by then.

Last night one of our long-time voyeurs emailed me about how hot Lady Gaga is and how he can’t stop watching her Poker Face video and oh yeah, did you know “she has a pussy and a cock”?

No, actually I didn’t know that Lady Gaga has a pussy and a cock. And I assumed the guy who told me that had just taking those hideous YouTube comments too seriously (the ones that say “she’s a man”, “she’s a nigger”, “she’s ugly”, “she has no talent” and/or “she’s an ugly talentless nigger man”). Note: I don’t understand why these record companies WON’T allow you to embed their videos but they’ll let any jackass post whatever horrifying, distorted, insulting, ignorant shit they want in comments.

So our fan emailed me back with a recent post on Gawker with a video showing what looks like a flaccid unit between her legs. And apparently she’s confirmed the rumors herself. It seems pretty unlikely, but who really knows how many intersex people there are out there? Why would I assume she ISN’T? And on a related note, just because someone looks all-white, doesn’t mean they ARE “all” white. Not that I’m defending people hurling racial slurs at someone because that’s the worst they can come up with in their unimaginative racist minds to disparage a successful young woman (along with being ugly, being man-like, trannyish, or whatever) — I’m not defending that, just pointing out that coming back at those slurs with, “nuh-uh! Like, obviously she’s TOTALLY WHITE!!” might not be the best response to that stupidity.

Whatever the case may be, I have more interest in her than ever before after watching this video. I assumed it was just a fake weiner/publicity stunt, but she sounds totally serious in this quotation (which I can’t help suspecting is fake, too – everyone’s quoting it, but no one is citing an original media source):

“It’s not something that I’m ashamed of, just isn’t something that I go around telling everyone,” she said. “Yes. I have both male and female genitalia, but I consider myself a female. It’s just a little bit of a penis and really doesn’t interfere much with my life.

“The reason I haven’t talked about it is that it’s not a big deal to me. Like come on. It’s not like we all go around talking about our vags. I think this is a great opportunity to make other multiple gendered people feel more comfortable with their bodies. I’m sexy, I’m hot. I have both a poon and a peener. Big fucking deal.”

Of course, Delia has known all about this forever now, I guess, because she’s always surfing the “tranny” boards but it was news to me. Still can’t say I love her music, but after this and her most recent performance on American Idol which indicated she DOES actually have musical talent in addition to being a showman, I guess I have a mini-crush . . . and I hope that she is, in fact, a black hermaphrodite so I can celebrate her breaking boundaries for all the other discofried black hermaphrodites waiting in the wings.

Before I post a bunch of frivolous softcore-in-the-Seattle-snow pics today, I want to at least mention that today’s an important one: The International Day to End Violence Against Sex Workers.

When the economy is in the shitter (the direction it’s headed right now) people are MORE judgmental and resentful about how much other people are paid and for what kind of work; that’s a recipe for even more violence against sex workers. Lots of perpetrators of violence against sex workers explain that their crimes are justified because they shouldn’t have to pay for sex — the woman (or sometimes man) and the work s/he’s charging him for are not worthy of payment and/or should be punished for thinking she is. Check out this guy who said a prostitute put her head in his plastic bag by mistake when he wanted his $100 back. For trying to kill her he’ll only get a few months in the slammer.

It’s not going too far to say that beating, raping, exploiting, infecting, killing, stealing from sex workers and/or refusing to abide by their boundaries is covertly state-sanctioned — the government says sex workers don’t have the right to charge money for their services in most places. Not only do they not have the right to charge money, they are CRIMINALS if they do so. In some places in the United States you can be arrested simply for carrying too many condoms — it’s intent to sell access to your body (which you have no right to do, and if you intend to flout the law in this way you deserve to expose yourself to disease and pregnancy)! You can be charged with a crime in many places just for advising other sex workers ABOUT sex work. The government might not have a bounty on sex workers and we all might SAY that killing them is going too far, but it’s a pretty fucking mixed message.

While most of my own work as a webwhore is legal (I say “most” because some of it could easily fall under the nebulous definition of “obscenity” – that and a couple of other things I can think of could land me in prison if the Department of Justice or other unsavory elements chose to target me) and I feel fairly safe doing this work (not just safe for a whore, but even safer relative to women with straight jobs), there are still more than enough people who resent me and women like me for making our livings this way. People who spew hatred and threaten violence that all falls under the category of, “BITCH! YOU DO NOT DESERVE MONEY FOR WHAT YOU DO & YOU DESERVE TO BE PUNISHED FOR EVEN SUGGESTING ANYONE PAY YOU FOR THIS!! I will *take* by force what you deny me for free.” I’m willing to bet these messages will only increase and intensify in the months and years to come as people get poorer, hungrier, and angrier.

There’s a march in DC going on right now. FurryGirl is there and taking pictures like this one:

The demand on the banner to “STOP SHAMING US TO DEATH” is powerful, especially in conjunction with the message that “ONLY RIGHTS CAN STOP THE WRONGS”. Violence against sex workers is made too easy because of wrongheaded laws that make some people’s versions of “immorality” criminal. It’s broader than the moral or religious issues, though: it’s about class and gender — specifically denying women (1) ownership of their bodies and (2) the right to charge people to access it (3) within boundaries each woman defines for herself.

Connect the dots in the bigger picture to shaky/compromised abortion rights, our continued unwillingness to recognize parenthood as real work worthy of payment, and our refusal to protect natural resources like WATER (where ownership by one entity should be really fucking hard to claim) from unsustainable corporate exploitation compared to our insistence upon denying individual women opportunities to profit from their own individual bodies (where self-ownership should be pretty fucking OBVIOUS/undeniable, especially when you consider how much money male pro-athletes make abusing their bodies for our entertainment and no laws deny them the RIGHT to exploit their bodies in those damaging ways***) — it seems pretty obvious that denying rights to sex workers is part of a bigger agenda to deny women opportunities to profit from work that is mostly performed by women because we are at a natural biological ADVANTAGE to perform it. Basically? It’s about making sure women are only punished for their gender rather than economically rewarded for it.

It will be a cold day in hell when someone goes violently vigilante on the asses of Wall Street executives and all the corporate fat cats and bankers getting bailed out for fucking us over financially; there are always loopholes to guarantee their “right” to be multi-fucking millionaires at our expense, but there are sure to be plenty of whores killed by men who get the message loud and clear from our government(s) (and all of us who tell them we LIKE our laws just like this) that there IS no loophole for a woman who thinks she’s entitled to earning a few bucks for a blowjob. God forbid we put a cap on the exorbitant amount of ill-gotten money men “make”; instead let’s keep making sure the whores don’t get out of pocket thinking their dirty pussies are worth a thin fucking dime.

Discriminatory laws against sex work and women’s work in general don’t just encourage and facilitate physical violence, some people would say those laws and their applications are themselves acts of violence — when you make it next-to-impossible for someone to work, when you take away her income, when you stigmatize someone by slapping a criminal record or a special stripper/whore license on her that will limit her job opportunities in the future, when you eat up her time in court and behind bars, when you make her pay fines, when you make her vulnerable to blackmail by thieves and rapists both in and out of uniform, that can at LEAST be called a hostile and dangerous violence-breeding atmosphere. Whether or not you believe Deborah Jeane Palfrey’s death was a suicide, you have to recognize that she (and possibly other women connected to her case) would not be dead now if women had the right to do sex work. Who needs the Green River Killer to cleanse the country of garbage as long as we have the government to ruin and destroy the lives of sex workers? And when I say “government”, I don’t mean that the rest of us have clean hands. Voters are the ones who had an opportunity in San Francisco last month to decriminalize prostitution and guess what? THEY DIDN’T. We’re not talking about old laws no one enforces anymore, we’re talking about active BULLSHIT that just keeps on trucking.

Yes, it’s impossible for me to calmly deliver a moderate, easy-to-understand argument about sex worker rights and reducing violence perpetrated against sex workers. I’m sorry for that. I feel guilty for not doing more for sex workers as a group — for not being more of an activist, for not staying better informed, for not being a more coherent educator. As with any minority suffering discrimination and persecution, it’s a challenge to have time to earn a living in that discriminatory atmosphere AND be an agent of change. That’s why discrimination and marginalization WORK SO WELL; when people are underprivileged and denied rights granted to others, they 1) lack the resources to effectively fight for change, and 2) can’t be completely honest or open about their own stories without fear of reprisals and punishment. It’s true that I feel relatively safe as a webw
hore, but I said RELATIVELY safe, not just-plain-SAFE. I realize I am VERY lucky, but still vulnerable.

I hate that my blog entries on this subject wind up preaching to the choir and are probably ignored or misunderstood by everyone else, but seriously — this whore needs to spend the rest of the day trying to make money rather than blowing off steam just to hear her head rattle. With the poor economy and my own situation of having gone deeply into credit card debt to finance our business, I do have a heightened awareness of how my own safety and standing in society is threatened even more by the fact that I’m a sex worker and therefore considered disposable and fair game for scapegoating, at the very least. I know from my OWN feelings of jealousy towards people who are economically privileged and resentment towards those protected enough by their gender and class to get away with huge scams that are considered legit ways to fuck people for money that we all can become very, ummmm, mean-spirited when the chips are down.

I wish I could wrap this up with a big Christmas bow that would change the world for sex workers or at least make people WANT to see that happen, but I’m at a loss for how to do that so I will simply say THANK YOU to the people who are out their lobbying for change on behalf of me and other sex workers today.

***there are definitely class (and race) issues at work that allow mostly poor men of color to beat each other senseless in boxing rings and suffer tons of injuries in other pro sports with regulations that do very little to protect them; by bringing this up I’m not saying boxing or other sports should be illegal or even necessarily more heavily regulated — I only mention it as an interesting comparison to sex work. It illustrates the irrationally contradictory double standards when it comes to women’s bodies versus men’s bodies and what kind of work they can put them to for how much money.

I don’t know why I assumed my dad would be buried with his Masonic ring since I knew it was a family heirloom that had been passed down to him from his dad, so it was both a blessing AND a surprise when my aunt, mom and sister all agreed I should have it. Normally I keep it on my “altar” with other trinkets and items of greater and lesser power. Here it is (upside down; sorry):

I have no idea what the monetary value is of this ring (nothing extraordinary), but it was the fanciest piece of jewelry anyone had in my family and the only diamond I ever felt familiar with. It was ALWAYS present on my dad’s hand and seemed imbued with secret, mystical powers.

It’s totally against the rules for me to wear it since I’m not a Mason and not a man, but sometimes I do it anyway to have my dad present. I wore it on a chain to my sister’s wedding, and sometimes I wear it on my finger when I want to have him near me. I’ve put it on at times when I needed to be reminded of the depth of his values, patience, kindness and boundless love for others. His vehement opposition to hatred and distaste for petty anger, mean-spirited criticism and silly conflicts. When I need a reminder to be a better person and my dad isn’t here to do it for me, I put on his ring. I should do it more often.

I wear it pointed at me so I can look at it the way I saw it on his finger, pointed out because he was a past Master. I’m wearing it today because I know how excited and happy he would have been to vote for Obama. I know how he would celebrate the progress being made and be proud to be part of these positive steps forward in history. One of the things that bothered my dad about Masonry was the segregation (white lodges and black lodges) and the really ugly, racist history and associations a lot of Masonic groups and individuals have.

During my dad’s life they’d at least gotten to the point where they recognized each other’s lodges and visited each other, but it was still really . . . ummmm . . . old-fashioned. When my dad was still mobile he took to visiting a black lodge in Seattle regularly and petitioned for membership there — the first white guy to do that (how welcome that idea was to the Prince Hall Masons I don’t know; if they were opposed to it my dad was totally oblivious to that). It was our state’s white Masons, though, who made up some bullshit to block him having a dual membership (I can’t remember the details and only happened upon them when I was going through his papers; if I remember correctly they lied and said he wasn’t a member in good standing with the state; of course there may have been a lot more to it behind the scenes that I don’t know about). My dad just contented himself with his honorary membership and waved off my protestations as stupid politics when I asked him “what the fuck??”

My dad is the one I went with the first time I voted for a president. We were SO excited about Clinton and I was SO young and optimistic I really felt hope in the marrow of my bones. I was positively WIGGY with optimism! Like a lot of people, I’ve naturally lost that feeling as I’ve gotten older and seen how even the good guys, when they’re ALLOWED to do their jobs, aren’t really all for progress and the last two presidential elections have been enough to seal me permanently in cynicism. I’m not even sure I will be able to feel anything more exciting than RELIEF if/when Obama wins. Not relief that everything or even most things will get better, but just a small assurance that I’m not living in a country dominated by the hopelessly brainwashed and criminally selfish. Relief that we can at least be proud of doing SOMETHING right.

I wish my dad could be here for this because his enthusiasm wouldn’t be tempered by my black-spirited pessimism. I really wish my whole family were together for this and there would be hugs all around and crying and hysterical joy that we would always remember sharing together. Maybe we can get together on Inauguration Day. But today, tonight, and tomorrow I’m wearing my dad’s ring and inviting him to be present when Delia and I celebrate here at home together. I hope.

Last month when Delia was on her way to her laser appointment she encountered a road block situation by the Hood Canal Bridge: border patrol. We were mystified by it since THAT IS NOT THE BORDER and we’ve never seen anything like that before and I’ve lived in Washington state my whole entire life. So maybe there was a terrorist threat to smuggle weapons from Canada and blow up a submarine or something as it passed under the bridge? Far-fetched, but it was the only legit reason I could think of for the border patrol to be fucking around in these parts.

I know I’ll probably regret posting this because it’s loaded with keywords that might bring people from our town and sparsely-populated region to this blog; that’s why I haven’t linked to our local papers’ coverage of it, because I totally do NOT need a trail leading from my porn site to our local paper and back again. But here’s a story on what they’re doing and how totally fucked up it is. Because we live within 100 miles of the CANADIAN border, they’re using 9/11 to justify slowing everyone down to pick out and harass anyone who looks Latino in a line of cars. We don’t live by the Mexican border, and in my whole life here I’ve never heard of migrant farm workers committing acts of terrorism whether they were here legally or not. So WHAT THE FUCK?!?

I cannot believe this is fucking AMERICA in this new century. It’s almost like traveling in time and space to some hideous place where all black people have a curfew and are detained by the strong arm of the law to show their paperwork, etc. “What are you doing on the highway without your papers?” And then the border patrol brags in the paper about how they “netted” however-many “illegals” they caught in their shitty little traps. And the white folk in the line of cars gawk as the men with guns chase the brown-skinned people who leap from moving vehicles to RUN into the woods to try to get away.

Where the fuck am I living? What the fuck is going on? I seriously cannot believe this shit and the people who have the pink balls to defend it. And they gleefully tell us to expect MORE of it. They’re ramping up! Their funding has been increased!

It boggles my mind the way these fuckers act so proud of their horrid, invasive, pathetic jobs. The way they won’t acknowledge for a second that what they’re doing is a violation of civil liberties and pretty much defeats the purpose of living in what we like to call a “free” country. Nothing personal against those who are just following orders and need their crappy job with the border patrol, but it makes me mad when I as a whore am shamed and vilified for my job but these guys? Get to walk around with their chests puffed out for stopping people without cause and wreaking havoc on people’s lives. For reminding all of us how weak this country really is and scaring us all into seeing the horrifyingly distinct possibility that freedom is something that too many Americans are happy to see flushed down the shitter if it means maintaining some semblance of white supremacy.

I can’t even imagine how angry I would be if I were an American Indian stopped and harassed at one of these checkpoints. I think I would lose my fucking marbles at the sickness of it, the US border patrol trying to keep brown-skinned people OFF land they stole FROM brown-skinned people. Where do they fucking get off?

I’m exhausted by last night’s nightmares, the most vivid a variation on a recurring theme of me having to stab someone to death.

I was a black woman with a child, and a black ex-cop was teaching me how to protect myself from rape and/or murder. I didn’t trust him; he seemed misguided. He demonstrated how to hitchhike safely. A semi pulled over for us in the dark where my car broke down and the cop told us to wait and make the driver get out of the cab to approach us, rather than immediately climbing into the cab ourselves.

The driver welcomed us and I got in the truck, leaving the cop behind and as soon as the door slammed I knew I was in trouble. The driver looked like Chris Cooper’s character, John LaRoche, in Adaptation. He had a son in the sleeper. As soon as we started rolling, the driver started talking about filthy niggers and coons, looking at me all the time to see how I would respond, making sure I was adequately frightened. By this time I think my own child had disappeared, and I was more aware of the driver’s son, disturbed the man would speak this way in front of his child.

The driver made it clear he hated anyone who wasn’t white and was driving me somewhere to rid the planet of my presence. We wound up somewhere desolate, he pulled out a knife and came at me. We fought, he stabbed me, but the really violent freaky parts in dreams like this are when I gain a little advantage and I know I have to kill the person. It is EXTREMELY VIVID. I got his knife and stabbed him. Repeatedly. He just wouldn’t die, so (as usual in these dreams) I just kept reminding myself to press on, not quit, to try not to be bothered by the feeling of forcing the blade through bone, cartilage, flesh, etc. To keep pulling the sucking resistant stuck-tight steel from his ribs, and plunge it in again and again, aiming for the space behind his back, thrusting deep, imagining thrusting past him to do the most harm. To do as much damage as possible, to slash at his throat even if it spattered me and if the blade snagged and ripped his skin from his neck. To stab his eyeballs, to not give him a moment to harm me.

I can’t describe how freaky these nightmares are to me, how vivid and un-movie-like they are. How real they feel even when I am lucid enough to know my life is not really in danger because I’m dreaming; I still feel that my life depends on overcoming any qualms I have about destroying this person’s tissues. I have to kill this person because he’s trying to kill and rape and stab and torture ME.

On that happy note, I have a show a 2 pm Pacific. There will be no knives.