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Here’s the “Twin Peaks Sign Spot” where we hoped to get some flashing pictures:

Unfortunately a variety of circumstances conspired against us. Like how I forgot that things have changed a lot since I was a teenager from two towns over driving around the area; now there are thousands of yuppies crawling around in and out of their weird, flimsy, housing development hives. There was TRAFFIC and stuff, even before school/work got out during the middle of the day in the middle of the week. Like how the sun was shining so it sort of ruined the mood, as far as I’m concerned, of capturing the Twin Peaks feeling of that particular shot – I think we’d have had to wake up really early and get out there right when everyone would have been driving to work to have gotten the right light.

There were also work crews out in a lot of places tending to damage done by the flooding. We wound up shooting on the riverbank further down the road and getting there was like walking through the sand into a weird post-war scene sort of like after Mount St. Helens exploded and covered everything in grey ash.

In the winter when there are already bare branches and less green, when the floodwaters recede they leave behind extra greyness and washed-out debris on all of the low branches and trunk-bottoms.

A fifteen year old girl was brought up on first degree murder charges around the same time as the most recent flooding here in Washington. Apparently she gave birth to a baby (fathered by a man in his thirties) at home in the bathroom where she let it drown in the toilet, and with (at the very least) the knowledge of her meth-head dad she’d only been living with for a few weeks, placed the body inside the rest of their garbage on the curb.

This news broke at the same time I was looking at pictures of the valley where I grew up with most of it covered by floodwater. I remembered the times we’d be trying to come home from somewhere, caught by rising water, and my stepdad would drive through standing water on flooded-out roads even after my mom begged him not to. I especially remember one of those times being at night. Pitch dark except for headlights shining out over water in places it shouldn’t be, all of us screaming for him not to do it. Alone in the night surrounded by black water at the mercy of a motherfucking man behind a steering wheel.

Many people do this. Many people die when people do this. Kids and spouses and girlfriends, powerless in cars controlled by someone who assesses the risk as worth taking and makes the decision for everyone to plunge ahead. These deaths are almost always called “accidents”. Tragic accidents. Even if the people were screaming and crying and begging the person not to do it. People who have names and can talk and the person didn’t just go through physical trauma to give birth to in the bathroom of a house with a drug-dealing dad with a gun. Driven by people old enough to have a driver’s license as opposed to someone who isn’t allowed to drive a car by herself but was fucked without a rubber by some guy over thirty.

First. Degree. Murder.

Do you know the sound of a car driving through deep water in the dark with your little sister sitting beside you in the back seat? And you can’t do anything to stop it or create any kind of safety? It’s a scary fucking sound. My stepdad never even got a ticket for any of the times he did that.

The River. “River” is a scary, dark, dangerous word in my memory. It was a place my mom was afraid we would drown. A place where men dumped women’s bodies. A swift swelling uncontainable body that could rise up and burst out of its banks in a matter of hours just because the sun did too much shining too early in the spring. The river is a fucking menace and I can never understand it when real estate brochures list “riverfront” in the words to lure prospective buyers. But I still miss living by those rivers, even though I hate the nightmares I still have about them. They are never not flooding in my dreams.

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On a lighter note, here are a few of my favorite pictures we *did* manage to shoot (you can see all of them in Delia’s members-only area or a few more samples on her blog):

We actually only shot two sets of pictures and a video (all of Delia) but it was worth it not just for the content but to seize the moment and enjoy a few hours away off cam to visit my mom on one day and just do NOTHING some of the rest of the time. Seriously, we played a silly computer game called Peggle Nights for hours one night, and it was totally cool because we NEVER do things like that. It was so cold outside, and there was so much junk food to be eaten, and we were away from home for the first time since I started feeling human again . . . I wish we could have spent a WEEK not shooting or doing anything work-related.

It seems like that happens a lot when we leave home for shoots; we realize OH MY GOD WE HAVE NOT TAKEN ANY TIME OFF FOR OURSELVES OR SCHEDULED ANY VACATIONS AWAY THAT WERE NOT WORK IN FOREVER/NEVER AND NO ONE IS WATCHING US ON CAM IT’S LIKE OUR PARENTS LEFT US AT HOME ALONE!! Let’s discover all of the microwavable instant noodles for sale at QFC and slum around doing absolutely nothing productive! LET’S HAVE A PEGGLE NIGHT EXTRAVAGANZA!!!

Seriously — it was bitterly cold outside. I don’t know how Delia managed to achieve an erection out there. I would have cried my titties off. Next time I *will* shoot something on Ronette’s bridge, though — I promise! Unless a new Peggle comes out . . . (fyi: we downloaded Peggle Nights from Big Fish Games)

In the meantime I have no idea what to post for my members-only update since I *thought* I was going to have Twin Peaksy pics to post. I mean, I have many IDEAS, I’m just not sure what we can pull off quickly. Like, tonight. We’ll see what happens.

A few samples from my Friday the 13th / Valentine’s Day gallery:

Am I superstitious about black cats and Friday the 13th and all of that? No. If I am, it’s in the opposite way — my rational mind rejects those superstitions and my personality seems to overcompensate by becoming GIDDY over the prospect of walking under ladders and attaching positive meaning to supposedly unlucky days/events/portents of doom. So yeah . . . I’m irrationally attached to those things that superstitious people consider unlucky.

I’m happy to be home again after being gone for four. We didn’t get much shooting done, but the trip and time we took was worth it not just for the pictures, but the time to ourselves, off cam. We haven’t spent a night away from work (aka home) together since . . . well, since well before September. I don’t think this trip totally counted as a vacation, but it was a reminder that we should try taking one every so often (I know, it seems like I’m always saying that and never fully committing to doing it).

We also spent a few hours on Friday visiting my mom including eating at Ken’s Truck Town (yes, we like eating at truck stops; why did they take the Monte Cristo off the menu?) and visiting the new casino. I was surprised she wanted to check it out since my stepdad had a serious gambling problem and my mom was initially vehemently opposed to that casino opening (not because she’s still with him — she’s not — but having lived with someone with a gambling addiction she’s not into casinos at all). We all stood around like we were in a foreign country trying to decide what to do with the $3.75 I’d split between the three of us to put in the slot machines. I’d have blown more money there (I consider it a donation/reparations . . . AND mindless fun) but neither my mom nor Delia were interested once we lost the $21 we won.

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We don’t have any special plans for tonight. Tomorrow and Monday (President’s Day) we’ve got webcam shows and chat scheduled so I think we’ll just do a little work and relax this evening. Delia picked up a chile-flavored dark chocolate bar for us to share.

Yesterday we were obligated by desire and blue skies to take a walk in the middle of what would be normal-people’s work day.

Right now I feel like taking a month long vacation. Not a real, TOTAL “vacation”, but a chance to actually catch up on work with some breathing room to get healthy. There’s nothing horrible going on in my life; everything is pretty awesome . . . except that I sometimes feel like I’m losing my mind. I’m feeling optimistic about it though now that I’m starting to understand why and commit to fixing the problem(s). I *really really appreciate* those of you who’ve taken the time and shared of yourself to suggest I look into getting my thyroid checked.

I could blog about this and all things related to it for hours, but now’s not the best time to do it justice and make it sound relevant to people who probably have no idea how relevant it really IS to at least 10% of the population plus all the people who love them and wonder why they’re cold, tired, fat, and crazy bitches with thinning hair and dry pussies. And the clueless, careless doctors who think it’s all in our heads and just prescribe anti-depressants without even bothering to test us.

I am mad, hopeful, tired and I have a good, holistic plan (which includes taking as many walks in the middle of the day as possible) to get myself into top form and be less crazy. Again, I say I’d love to have a month-long “vacation”, meaning a break from commitments but not a break from work. I’m not actually begging for that to fall out of the sky, I’m just semi-wishfully thinking while being partially thankful I can’t have one. Because I don’t really WANT one. I WANT to work. I’m just really fucking tired, but at least now I know WHY.

Okay. Maybe I *do* want to take a real vacation whenever I walk past someone who lives on shiny wheels:

Second photo of mountain from the top = Mt. Baker
Mountain in last two photos = Mt. Rainier aka The Mountain
(all shot yesterday)

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.

These pictures of me in a blonde wig outside in the snow with a blue sky turned out almost exactly how I wanted them to be:

I’ll be posting the full gallery of over one hundred pics for our members next week.

Tonight it’s my turn to be the photographer shooting a Christmas gallery and video of Delia. We’re off to a late start due to the severe winter storm warning we’re under here in western Washington; it just started snowing again and is supposed to keep going for the next five days. In our town we’re being hit by stuff coming in from the west AND the south, so it might get really windy. Don’t be surprised if our voyeur cams go down and you don’t hear from us for a time — it will just mean we lost one or both of our internet connections and/or power.

The streets are already coated with ice so Delia made sure we went to the store to stock up on everything we’ll need if we can’t get out for a week. Of course we’ll still be able to walk, but I got a blister on the bottom of my foot a couple of days ago when we had to go downtown and thought it safer to walk than drive; my Payless snow boots are cheap and don’t fit me well so I don’t want to have to trudge for miles to lug home heavy groceries.

We’re staying home alone for Christmas; I’ll miss seeing our nephew, but I think it’s better for us and our whole family if we’re not on the road. Actually, I’m really missing Delia’s family right now; I love spending Christmas at her parent’s house. It’s the only place I’ve been in the past six years where I don’t feel compelled to work. I plow through books, I masturbate in bed, we come down with colds and flu, and somehow it’s just a huge, relaxing vacation (for me, at least — unfortunately, Delia isn’t as aroused by our bedroom being located right next door to her parents as I am).

I’ve never been a big fan of snow, but now that I work at home it’s growing on me since I don’t have to drive in it. Living in the Seattle area we don’t get a lot of snow so it’s always cause for excitement around here. It doesn’t usually last long, either, so I’m really happy we had a chance to go out and shoot in it.

The window of opportunity for snowy, seasonal pics is actually still open; it’s been snowing most of today. Here’s a shot of our dog from one of our spycams a few hours ago:

Anyway, the rest of the photos are up for my members and we’ve got two outdoor spycams running today; we’re going to walk downtown through the snow now to run some errands.

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 totally confused (and possibly deeply offended) by this post a Seattle guy made on Twitter so here I am, befuddled, bothered and bewildered:

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What does this picture have to do with losing one’s lunch?

Seriously — I don’t get it. I mean, I *hope* I don’t get it. BECAUSE I HATE ASSHOLES! If you’re following over a thousand people to get exposure for your site, try not to be a dick (or try to be clear).

I suppose I haven’t got any room to talk about how whorey tweeters should represent themselves since I frequently post about pooping. But pooping doesn’t hurt anyone’s feelings. Though maybe it could make someone lose his lunch. Still, I don’t think I want to follow people who have such weak stomachs.

FYI: I may have misrepresented the guy’s site in my phone post. And everything else about him. Because I don’t know him or what he was trying to communicate. Obviously.

Here’s what we’re doing today. We’ll be gone all day since we have to trek to Seattle and will make use of that to visit family. I’m sort of hoping to come back sooner than later, though, because of how frosty and potentially icy the roads could get.

In the absence of real blogging, you can check my Daily Trixie blog for the rundown(s) on what’s been keeping me busy, including a brown rundown last night. Gross!

Looking forward to blogging more SOON!ish.