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We got back home around dinnertime tonight after Delia took us to a little cottage by the seashore to shoot pictures for our sites. It was magnificent! Except for this (boring) stuff:

Many things conspired against us getting much done or even going at all; our last running vehicle broke down in the middle of a downpour Saturday night, for example. Rather than get charged for the rental cottage and not even go, Delia decided to rent a car (harder than you might think when you live at least an hour away from “everything”; she had to take a long walk and get on an early bus to go pick it up the day we were to leave, then wait for pick-up time and make the trek back to our house, then drive to the coast).

When we finally got to the beach it was 8pm. Then when we started shooting the next day I realized I forgot to bring the usb cable for our camera OR the card reader and we don’t have enough compact flash cards to hold all of the content we planned to shoot. So another long drive to my favorite depressing coastal town (Aberdeen) and back, cutting into shooting time some more.

You’re going to hate me for complaining about this, but it was also TOO SUNNY at the beach for us to shoot as much as we wanted to outside; the forecast had been for more cloud cover so I thought we could count on some fog and grey skies to even things out. Then shooting time inside the cottage with natural light was limited by the loud-ass landscaping/yard dudes hanging out right in front of our windows.

So.

We actually had a wonderful time, but I feel like I can’t just say that because people already seem to think our jobs are way too easy or something. Like I can’t tell you we took long walks on the beach and stretched standing in the sand. Like I can’t tell you I read a whole book! Like I can’t tell you I WAS GLAD we had no phone reception and only spotty internet connectivity when an unsecured neighborhood network  opened up. Like I can’t tell you we didn’t turn on the tv even once while we were there, because when I’m away from working-at-home I don’t feel so much like I need my escapist drugs of food-and-boob-tube. Like I can’t tell you I enjoyed myself. Like I can’t tell you about this morning’s Belgian waffle with huckleberries and maple mascarpone. Like I can’t tell you that almost as soon as we got home and I read some stupid emails I felt like crying and have been picking a hole into my head ever since.

Because somehow I have to make sure to convey that I love my work while having to remind people that is what it is: WORK.

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Delia said the whole trip and all the expenses were worth it even if we had only gotten her beach shoot done. The pictures are BEAUTIFUL! And when most people look at them they won’t even realize she was inching into hypothermia.

She did a good job so people will think the weather was tropical with a pleasant sunset breeze. They will wish they were with her in that look-so-warm water so they could suck her and suck her and suck her some more. They will imagine going on these “vacations” with us. They will say we should shoot on the beach all the time, but to have better lighting (insert know-nothing photographic advice here) and get wetter, please.

Right now I’m not even bitching about what I *want* to be bitching about . . . or about how miserable I feel about being such a bitch and Delia having to be near it when she deserves much much better.

Being cold made her eyes sparkle and her nipples hard. Her eyes are brown so sunset shining on them looks like flecks of warm honey in dark melted caramel.

Did I mention her nipples were hard?

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When we pulled back into town tonight, our vehicle was fixed (for a little less than $500). Tomorrow we have to take the rental car back sooooooooo there’s some more time and money we’ll be frittering away. The good news is we’ll have an excuse to go to one of our favorite Vietnamese joints when we do. The bad news is we’ve already spent way too much money this week on food. BUT FUCK IT ANYWAY I NEED MY GREASY PORK DONG.

Another week come and nearly-gone with poor sales.

I should start telling happy, good-feeling lies and not care when people act entitled and think stupid things.

No no no . . . I should just work harder at focusing on the bright spots. And forgive myself when coming home to work is hard. And work harder! And care less. Let it just be what it is: work.

This is the first month of the tenth year. It would be shinier if I had cared less, I think. I am tired of showing people how much I care. It has gotten me nothing but respect. The kind that vanishes as soon as you “get lazy”. I am tired of paying with my freedom and getting nowhere.

Don’t worry guys . . . I’m just being an asshole. Tomorrow I’ll be all smiles!!

What could possibly be more entertaining and pathetic than a moody, emotionally-unpredictable webwhore? I’ll tell you what: a “MATURE” moody, emotionally-unpredictable webwhore!!

I totally have a grey hair in my pubes. No joke!

I look totally gross from the side, but from the front and the back I sometimes look STUNNING. <<<This should be my new slogan.

I’m supposed to be taking care of our bills right now, but had to pause to share this awesome video of sex workers sharing what they need from their partners:

Hits a lot of a notes. I hope it gets shared all over blazes! I found out about it via Davka.

Here is what I have to say over on Tits and Sass about the new .XXX domain:

.XXX Makes Me .MAD

I haven’t decided yet whether or not we’ll try buy .XXX versions of our .COMs. I certainly don’t want to. And after writing such a critical post about the asshole extortionists trying to force us into it, I’m apprehensive about putting my sites in front of them for approval or giving them my personal information. But I’d be apprehensive about that anyway. And folks in the adult industry are pushing for all of us to boycott .XXX (but I for one don’t feel sorry for Kink.com with their 10,000 domains – they’re not just protecting their brand, they’re part of the problem with that kind of excessive domain hoarding). Besides, my content is hardly consistently “Triple-X” enough to warrant that kind of a stupid-ass rating.

Anyway, do check out TitsAndSass.com not just because I’ll be contributing every so often, but because it’s awesome! Here’s what it’s about:

Tits and Sass is a group blog run by sex workers who saw a void when it came to witty commentary on the public image of our industry. The ideas promoted about us in the public eye have an impact on the realities of our lives as sex workers every bit as strong as the law, so we’re not letting any more dead hooker or stripper bones jokes pass by without comment.

We come from different backgrounds and locations, work as strippers, porn performers, pro-dommes, prostitutes, and have a love of ripping apart stereotypes. This is our space for calling out pop culture fails, celebrating sex worker culture, and talking shop.

A lot of my esteemed colleagues are working on all sorts of different, exciting projects, mostly revolving around sex work and/or sex worker voices. Here are a few:

Tara and Sequoia just published their first issue of Dirty Girl Zine. Find out how to get a copy and support future issues on Tara’s hobostripper post:

Dirty Girl Zine

Looks like the next issue revolves around “the intersections of class, dirt, and sex work” if you have something to submit. I haven’t even requested a copy to read/look at yet, let alone submitted anything, but I’m excited about anything/everything that they put together and am thankful for the work they’re doing with the zine and everything else they do and love.

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If you’re in or around North Carolina (many of our favorite people seem to be), check out Libby Lynn’s gallery showing “to see brand new oil portraits and other works featuring people working in the great American sex industry during this challenging recession”:

Sex Workers & Our Great Recession: by Libby Lynn

I would love to see Strippertweets oiled-up ass in person, and — more narcissistically — something Libby did depicting me in a strap-on also involving “burned wood, glass, chicken blood and menstrual blood.” I haven’t seen this transgressive piece of work yet (which is no doubt more subtle than me doing my Larry Flynt impression in a cloud of feathers, so don’t get TOO excited), but I’m very flattered to be included, especially using mediums that are right up my proverbial alley. The best part for me, from afar, is that she wrote me a really awesome email to tell me about it and reading it made me GLOW and smile and almost-cry.

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I’m at least a year late in mentioning The Red Umbrella Project, partly because I live too far away to participate in or attend the live events and because I pretty much hate listening to podcasts (I’m incapable of multitasking, so it’s not something I can do WHILE I work on other stuff) or watching videos of people talking or anything longer than about two minutes on the internet unless a cock is moving in and out of a fleshlight, and then I can handle about four minutes. But NORMAL people will love this site and the wide variety of stories and perspectives on sex work:

The Red Umbrella Project

Plus, I’ll admit it, part of why I’ve avoided watching more than one or two of the videos (which were awesome, by the way) or setting aside time to listen to the podcasts is because it’s too emotionally intense for me, even when the stories are just funny. What I mean is that these stories and all of the work I’ve mentioned here and the people doing it are really important, and it makes it hard for me to relax and go about my daily business without being more involved myself. So I’ve pretty much been abstaining from paying attention to a lot of sex worker stuff that’s important to me because I can’t seem to do it in a casual way without feeling anxious and obligated and guilty. But YOU don’t have to feel that way! That’s why I’m telling you about it!!

Dear BarackObama.com: I’m physically revolted by your “meet the president backstage!“, Michelle wants you to “sign Barack’s birthday card“, etc. spam.

GROSS.

Seriously, he’s the PRESIDENT.

I voted for him, that doesn’t mean I’m a panty-throwing groupie or histrionic fangirl gluing glitter to homemade sparkly-heart cards I send to him weekly with my diary entries attached.

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I think I should raise my pay-to-play rate on cam. I’m one of a small handful of English-speaking American blondes with hairy cunts on that site and stay busy at the standard $3.99 / 4.99 a minute rates. My bush is a TREASURE. What say ye, camgirls and fans?

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Note: I know, I still need to edit and post that Obama dildo video for members from way-back-when in which I type out a letter to him before sticking his likeness inside my great wet hope. Here are some free picture samples from the gallery:

Blue State Trixie & her Obama Dildo

I think hemorrhoids are totally patriotic, don’t you? Like, fuckin ALL AMERICAN!!

Anyway, what I’m TRYING to say is that maybe I *am* a fangirl . . . just stop embarrassing me with those weird emails inviting me to go on tour with him (FOR A PRICE) or whatever! It’s such a fucked-up pimp-like thing to do to the man. But thank you for reminding me that even the most powerful (according to the myths) man in the world is the subject of degrading and misleading marketing campaigns even worse than the ones webwhores are featured in.

Speaking of that, why is my current fave camsite promoting a big porn paysite on their front page? The worst part is the big porn paysite they’re promoting is known far and wide within the internet porn world as being unethical and fucked up – one that good webmasters refuse to promote because they own(ed?) a bunch of tube sites filled with stolen/pirated content. Oh well. Just one of those little compromises we deal with (trust me, THIS particular one is TINY compared to other shit that goes down in the camworld). At least I don’t have my wife writing to everyone in the fucking country telling people to sing me happy birthday or whatever. I *hate* that song!

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P. S. I really am blonde and hairy — the Obama gallery is from many moons ago.

Would you be surprised to hear that I’m genuinely INSPIRED by some women’s personal stories of swinging and/or just seeing them fucking and sucking? Here are a few on my mind lately:

*Our friend Sabrina’s blog, Swinging in the Suburbs. I’ve mentioned it before, but she’s been posting more frequently lately and has the perfect balance of honest reflection and erotic titillation (hello bad boy cop story!), plus some provocative questions to ponder.

*Janet Mason’s site and blog: Janet Exposed. I’m not sure why I’ve never explored her site before – she’s been around online since 1998. Today I dove in and read a lot of stuff on her site and LOVE what she has to say.

Janet Mason loves big black cock!

Janet loves the way dark skin looks against her white skin.

I think reading her FAQs page is the reason why I got very excited about the fat, long cucumber Delia brought home from the store tonight. Yes, it’s a far cry from the giant black cocks Janet loves, but she got me so tuned into craving the phallus that I couldn’t help it. On top of that it’s good to read personal stories from women our age about the effects of stress on maintaining a sexy web presence for over a decade. I don’t mean that I’m happy other people have challenges, it’s just a relief and comfort to read people being honest about them.

*Angelique XXX (also a swinger): I just posted a guest gallery of her in my members-only area after finding some of her photos from her recent pregnancy.

Angelique XXX in tight white tank top & jeans.

Pregnant Angelique squeezing her swollen breasts.

I’ve always admired her French Canadian brand of beauty and was really happy to see the pregnant stuff after hearing awhile back that she initially hadn’t felt sexy pregnant. Again, it’s not that I celebrate the idea of her doing something that she didn’t enjoy; rather I enjoy thinking about the process she might have gone through to arrive at a place where she DID feel sexy (and of course the resulting porn is just HOT, especially to someone like myself who has always had the hots for her — seeing her transformed and expanded like that is erotic and potent to me).

I know, all of these words are very dorky and old-manlike, but they’re part of the truth. The part of the truth that just wants to share some hot mama porn without overthinking it to death.

It’s interesting how excited I get about these women’s portrayals of their sex lives even though I wouldn’t want to have their experiences myself. Not exactly, anyway. I don’t think I’ll ever want to be “filled up” and “stretched” the way some chicks (like Janet) do (I find deep penetration painful; I come faster and more often fucking guys with small cocks), but I do relate completely to being extremely aroused just by the sight of a really REALLY big cock. I’ll never be someone who specifically seeks out “black cock” to fetishize (but yeah, I might have a tiny little bit of an agenda in wanting to have sex with black WOMEN). I don’t think I’ll ever want to invest the amount of time in arranging to meet and fuck so many people (and be all clean and gorgeous and multi-orgasmic while doing it) but I do want a little bit of what they have one of these days, for both Delia and I.

But mostly for Delia. I am more of the husband-with-the-camera type.

Honestly, I *have* meant to write more about the whole open-relationship/swinging thing and my idea of what kind of openness is desirable/ideal to me (and what kinds are NOT). And discuss the whole subject of having stunt cocks/guest “models” to fuck on camera. And what I liked about having multiple sex partners in the past. And why that’s not a big priority for me right now, but I anticipate will be again. Someday . . .

Last night my wanker played a major part in one of my dreams. We met in real life in a waterfront hotel room with furniture around the edges and a large amount of space in the middle. He was chuckling and delighted when I made him put on women’s clothes: shiny low-heeled patent pumps, almost-frumpy suiting (loose pencil skirts, blouses and polyester jackets) and wigs that all came from my own (imaginary) collection.

Crossdressing is not his thing, but he looked very cute, donning one outfit after another, handing money over to me with each costume change, and not at all as silly as I expected. I was surprised and excited both by how coyly he looked at me in his lady garb through the strands of fake hair hanging over his glasses AND by the stack of twenties growing fatter and fatter in my hand.

I walked across the room — quite a distance — to count the money with my back to him, looking over my shoulder to shoot smiles of encouragement at him. Just as I noticed with pleasure that he’d made a handwritten notation on each $20 bill — his name, the date, and a charming code indicating his humiliated status in relation to my status of financial and sexual dominance — the dangerous wharf gang boys were about to bust in to disrupt me taking control of two new modem/router combos I desperately needed for my networks. They intended to sell them on the black market. If they would rough me up for this pedestrian technology I knew they would rest this thick, hard wad of personalized cash from me in a second and I just couldn’t bear to part with it.

The hotel was located in the same building as a weird FedX/UPS warehouse. Before I knew it I was running through the warehouse between forklifts trying to sign shipping receipts and get my modem/router combos before the wharf gang boys did. I don’t know what happened to my money, but I think I saw my wanker walking away from me down a shady dirt road in a red skirt.

I’m guessing it was about $5,000 but I’m not sure since I’ve never held that many twenties in my hand before in my life and I couldn’t concentrate to finish counting them in my dream.

On Thursday evening, April 1st I’m going to be at Seattle Foot Night if any of you locals want to spend quality time with my feet:

Take off Trixie's shoes at Foot Night!

These pictures are from my St. Patrick’s Day/birthday gallery in my members-only area (you can see some more previews here):

Trixie's sexy shiny metallic green toenail polish

I hope it’s not too late to entice you into meeting me and my feet; I know there’s still room to register for the party so if you can make it please do! I’d hoped to FINALLY get up our website with information on how to get private time with us before this so I could schedule one-on-one time with folks the next day, but alas . . . didn’t quite get there. Foot night is a non-nude, foot-worship only event so you won’t be seeing anything like the upper half of this picture, so stare hard while you can:

bare feet and bald pussy

When we eventually do get around to doing private sessions with people, it will be easier for people to get time with me (and/or Delia) if we’ve already met at an event like this.

From the new gallery I'll post this week for members

If you *are* going to Foot Night and you know you want to spend time with me there, let me know if there’s something special I can bring (pantyhose, stockings, boots, shoes of certain styles, colors, etc.). I’m not going to bring a whole closet-load of fetishwear, but I’d like to fulfill as many requests as I can especially if they have to do with kicking dudes in the balls! JUST KIDDING . . . I will probably refer all CBT types to other women there who know how to do those delicate kinds of things properly/safely .

Meet me at Seattle Foot Night!

Note: I’ve got a few more free foot pics here conveniently arrayed on one page.

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Note: I know it’s been WEEKS since I blogged and I hate that my most recent post sounded so gloomy and was just left up there for way too long, raining on my indie porn parade. There’s so much other stuff going on, both good and bad in both mild and major ways. It’s hard to keep up with all of it and portray life with any kind of accuracy.

The best news is that after about a month of not having a single uninterrupted full night of sleep, Delia finally moved our dog’s bed OUT of our bedroom and every night has been putting up a little big barricade (huge vintage guitar amp and a big cardboard box) so she can’t come traipsing down the hall and pushing against our door to be let in.

There has been no crying and she hasn’t given us any depressing sad glares of accusation like we’re traitors. In fact, I think she’s as grateful for the change as we are. She can pace around all night if she wants, eat food, drink water . . . whatever. By the time morning comes she’s exhausted herself and sleeps all day.

I’m just IMMENSELY grateful to be able to sleep through the night once again. It was a really good reminder to be extremely thankful that we never wound up pregnant.

Milf Renee: hot car upskirt in mesh panties

Busty Juliann on MilfHunter

I think MilfHunter has been around longer than most of the “Mothers I’d Like to Fuck” porn sites. It also epitomizes everything that’s embarrassing and offensive — and apparently successful — about porno schtick marketing. The guy’s gimmick  is that he “hunts” women. All of the words in these promos are exactly the kind of things that make anti-porners gasp in horror:

"He Doesn't Give a Piss About You"

The crosshairs over the dead-looking chick I think are the real “killer”:

MILFhunter has his sights set on your mom

How do I, personally, feel about this kind of language? Wellll . . . I’ve got mixed/conflicted feelings. I think people should talk about it and recognize it as problematic (and I have a *big* problem with anyone thinking it’s just 100% perfectly harmless and acting like you’ve got to be crazy to criticize it, which is how a lot of men in the porn industry react when you point these things out). On the other hand, it’s hard to take it seriously when it’s just so fucking silly. The notion of this character being a menacing threat is a joke, one that the people responsible for it are well aware of:

Big, menacing(?), pop-up MilfHunter head

Short uber-dork "hunter" & conqueror of Milfs?

It’s hard to argue that the site is really inspiring predatorial behavior when you see shots like this one:

Coconut babydoll makes MILF growl when applied to nipple?

Mainstream porn wouldn’t be mainstream porn, I don’t think, if it weren’t filled with lame, offensive jokes; if you can tolerate looking at it long enough you can see the “joke” is often on the guys as much as it is on the women, making a total mockery of themselves with their gun puns and such.

Yes, it would be nice if there were lots more wonderful and special non-junior-high-y porn out there to counterbalance it, but there’s not and it’s not really the fault of pornographers like the creators of MILFhunter to judge them more harshly as though they’re responsible for this dearth of woman-friendly erotica.

My main concern with sites like this isn’t the content and language itself, but how accessible it is to younger people, desensitizing people even further to violent and dehumanizing language about women (which is out there en force in all kinds of media, not just porn) and reinforcing those kinds of perceptions of women (attitudes that would be out there with or without porn but still — how gross is it to train your boner to spring up to that kind of language?), and how few people are able to talk about these things critically without going all whackadoodle extremist about it.  But can you really blame women if they take a quick look at this shit and say, “THAT IS SO NOT FUNNY AND I DON’T EVER WANT TO SEE THAT CRAP AGAIN!”, particularly if they’re among the too-many who HAVE been stalked and hunted for real by predators? It’s difficult to pass off as a “joke” when you look at it from a victim’s perspective, and you should recognize that there are a whole hell of a lot of victims out there. Too many. Still, the whole hunter vs. game concept pervades a lot of our language (have you ever read a romance novel? The kind women buy up in bunches? HELLO!).

Weirdo stalking woman in tanning bed.

So is it chilling? Or just a tasteless marketing angle that provides a cheap framework to hang the sex scenes on? For me it’s way less freaky (and, as a perv, way less creepily HOT) than the old “bird”-watching magazines (I wish I could find the blog entry I made about those).

On top of that, the only really offensive part (to me) is SOME of the advertising. Other ads and the content itself is just downright sweet vanilla. My impression is that the troublesome ads really don’t represent the kind of porn on the site – it’s a branding tool and a scene-setter. Guys jerk off to the sex, not the women-in-crosshairs banner ads, and hey — the only person I saw actually packing heat is one of the MILFs:

Sexy Russian Babe with Shiny Handgun

Yum! And I *love* that photo of him behind her “helping” her take aim, just as I love these sweet shots starting out with him undressing this scrumptious blonde followed by morphing into a harmless pantyhose-head:

MilfHunter is really just a tenderoni.

MilfHunter likes Sheer Underwear

Puffy Pale Pink Pussy exposed by MilfHunter

MilfHunter distracted from hunt by pantyhose antics.

Blonde Milf laughs at "Hunter".

One thing I appreciate about MilfHunter is that condoms are used in a lot of the scenes. I’m not in favor of OSHA or any other government agency (or the porn industry as a whole) mandating condom use (a topic for another entry), but when I see condoms used in porn it raises my opinion of the site or studio making the porn because it seems like they care about their talent.

Hot lady Becca in glasses on MilfHunter

And hello, thank you for a scene involving a chick and her vibrator and a man NEXT to her, then using the toy WHILE FUCKING — why aren’t there more scenes like this in porn?

Woman using a vibrator AND man for ultimate stimulation.

Anyhoo, enough with the analysis. Everyone I know (women too) who has joined this network of sites always has something good to say about it and usually they wind up rejoining, so here are a few more of my favorite samples from MILFhunter:

MILF Shayla getting soapy in short-shorts.

Brunette MILF in tiny underwear

Hot Redhead MILF with pale skin

Disclosure/Confession: if you join after clicking on one of my links to MILFhunter, I will get a referral bonus – thanks!

Oh, and members of OUR sites: Delia and I are doing webcam shows and chat this weekend (Friday night and Saturday) so hope to see you there!

Milf Renee: hot car upskirt in mesh panties