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While other women are out shopping for bargains today, we’re staying home to masturbate on cam. Yes, I planned it that way deliberately to target the men in the states who stay home jacking off to internet porn while the wimmin-folk are out in the malls blowing money.

I’m sure many of those women would call me evil, exploiting the Thanksgiving holiday for profit by appealing to people’s “base” instincts. Leading their men-folk astray and causing them to cyber-cheat while their loving wives are out dutifully blowing wads of dough.

Can you tell I think that’s all a crock of shit? The way the chaste and moral crowd points their fingers at whores like me while they’re out TRAMPLING PEOPLE TO DEATH for Black Friday bargains?

A worker died after being trampled and a woman miscarried when hundreds of shoppers smashed through the doors of a Long Island Wal-Mart Friday morning, witnesses said.

The unidentified worker, employed as an overnight stock clerk, tried to hold back the unruly crowds just after the Valley Stream store opened at 5 a.m.

Witnesses said the surging throngs of shoppers knocked the man down. He fell and was stepped on. As he gasped for air, shoppers ran over and around him.

As far as I know, no one has ever had a miscarriage watching porn, so take THAT family values!

I break out into a cold sweat whenever I hear about and imagine crowds-gone-wild; all of those sports arena horror stories and such make me crap my pants; I am deathly afraid of the mob, of our basest, wild-eyed instincts stomping the fuck out of each other. Of having the breath crushed out of me.

We were watching one of those MOST SHOCKING CRAZY-ASS THINGS CAUGHT ON VIDEO shows the other night showing a riot in Vancouver after a hockey game; people running amok, setting shit on fire, overturning cop cars, smashing into storefronts, etc. It’s just bizarre to me that people are so scared by PORN and do so much to try to censor it out of existence, but no one ever says we should stop allowing mass-attendance at sporting events, or we should ban sports all together. It’s a stupid proposal, I guess, but one that makes WAY MORE SENSE than getting rid of porn or continuing all the lame-ass crackdowns on sex work in general.

People are fucking insane, especially when they’re in large groups where they feel no personal responsibility for the damage that can be done by the mad power of the unstoppable horde.

On that note, I must now prepare myself for the unruly, anonymous crowds that might attend my webcam show in a couple of hours. But no matter how badly they behave, it couldn’t possibly be as unpleasant as SHOPPING today.

Thanks to Delia for the heads up on today’s trampling death.

Right now I’m just pondering how much sex work is specifically about NOT fucking. What’s the percentage, I wonder? I’m talking about situations where getting the money relies upon NOT putting out, but the interactions are still all about sex because they’re all about not GETTING sex (sometimes by the customer’s request and sometimes not).

Some of you won’t know what I’m talking about. Others will know precisely and dozens of examples will spring to mind.

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I’ve been very motivated and happily, busily doing my own bunches of happy, busy little things. I’ve been less-than ambitious, though, when it comes to accomplishing certain other things (exercise, housecleaning, personal hygiene). In other words, I’m doing some things well these days and other things not at all. I’m out of balance, but whatever. Tomorrow is my show day so I’ll get all pretty for that, then on Sunday we’ll watch the football game AND hang out in our chatroom the whole time so if you’ve been missing me in chat? Sunday during the game is your chance!

THE BIG GAME & INVINCIBLE

The night before the game we decided to watch Invincible. Overall I enjoyed it more than I enjoyed Dreamgirls, but it was difficult for me to root for the guy. Not two minutes into the movie HE LITTERS!!!! How can I root for someone WHO LITTERS??? I thought this movie was supposed to be wholesome and Disneyfied! Whatever.

I can’t get behind a movie built around a character who’s not allowed to cuss but is depicted LITTERING with impunity!! Then we see him unable to manage his anger, vandalizing his own apartment!!!! Vandalism and littering, those are two behaviors I just canNOT abide. To top it all off he and his buddies are total retards, playing neighborhood tackle football with full contact and no protection. How am I supposed to cheer for such an idiot? How can Disney glorify such incredible stupidity? What a poor POOR example this character sets for children and impressionable dumb men everywhere.

Oh, and don’t even let me get started on the way he balked at trying out for the team — what a dumbass. You’ll take the risk of having your body battered with serious injuries to impress your moron buddies, but you won’t risk being rejected at a tryout? Lame!! That shit is WAY worse than porn, and Disney peddles it as a heart-warmer. DESPICABLE!! Let me tell you, I would never tolerate a littering vandal of a lunkhead for a boyfriend if he went so far as to risk life and limb playing tackle football with a bunch of angry, repressed, unemployed, bitter and resentful fartknockers in Philadelphia. I’d totally break up with him (but not the way his wife did, just because he got fired and stuff). And I totally wouldn’t write that mean note to him, but at the point where he wouldn’t try out for the team? I’d have pinned him to the wall, gotten in his face, and started hissing, “listen here you stupid shithead; if you like football enough to risk hurting yourself when we don’t have insurance, you better like it enough to get your pussy ass down there and TRY OUT, you senseless intolerable nitwit! And if you don’t go and I ever hear you touched a football again with your buddies I’m going to throw your shit into the street, piss all over it, and change the locks on the doors!” Yeah, that’s the way you handle that!! Too bad doing that might be construed as littering and vandalism, but I’d have had damn good REASON, see?

Anyway, it was an okay movie. We enjoyed it.

Confession: I totally didn’t get why they named the movie “Invincible” until the moment I typed it in this blog entry. NOW look who’s the stupid lunkhead, right?

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I doubt we’d have even finished watching the game if it weren’t for being in the chatroom and talking about it (and other things) with a few voyeurs. Prince was fantastic at half-time, and so daringly gender-defiant with his Aunt Jemima do-rag; we were thrilled by his performance and talent, as usual. It’s about time they picked someone suitable for the halftime performance. I loved that the only thing naughty about it was that lovely phallic silhouette of his guitar jutting away from his shadow-body.

After the game I spent a lot of time on the phone with Ron and my wanker (not at the same time), and also had a couple of long phone calls today. It’s unusual for me to spend so much time on the phone, but they were all good chats so it was worth it. FYI voyeurs: the reason the audio on WebWhoreHQ Cam went on and off today and last night was because of those phone conversations and the need to keep some topics of discussion private. Sorry about that.

TODAY’S STIMULATION

If any of you voyeurs saw me looking flushed while I slouched in my chair and/or heard the sound of buzzing and wondered what I might have been watching while I masturbated with my magic wand, it was a video of Tucker jacking off that I was editing for his update tonight.

Then again, you probably didn’t see or hear it because it only lasted for about four minutes and I didn’t take off any clothes or start moaning or anything. Wand over pants watching cockstroking = quick orgasm for Trixie.

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When we started watching the Seahawks vs. Bears football game this morning I honestly didn’t think we’d be watching long, assuming Chicago would take an early and pronounced lead and we’d just turn off the rest of a boring game. If you watched it, though, you know it didn’t turn out that way. It was an entertaining waste of time and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Watching Matt Hasselbeck (Seattle’s quarterback aka “the guy who throws the ball”, I should tell you, since this isn’t a sports blog) doubled over in pain from his broken fingers while he kept on playing made me wonder how people would respond if I as a webwhore/camgirl, for instance, did a masturbation show with broken fingers and kept wincing in pain, and then had an announcer reminding everyone in the viewing audience of all of the injuries I’d suffered while doing explicit sex shows and masturbation.

Trixie’s back today and it looks like she’s still favoring her right ankle; no one really knew last month that she sprained that ankle when she twisted it wearing five inch fetish heels because she kept her game face on and kept doing her show but wound up having to stay off her feet and on her back for the past three weeks to give that time to mend, really REDUCING her versatility on the playing field. She looks to be in fine form tonight, though, with no traces of that rectal tear giving her any problem, but I wouldn’t be surprised if we saw that ripped asshole FLARE UP in the second half.

Wouldn’t the anti-porn, anti-whore people be mortified? And wouldn’t they be even MORE mortified if a whore suffered those kinds of injuries and actually got paid as much as a pro football player?

Yeah, that’s what I thought. You know what I’m talking about.

DIVERSIONS
Tucker hooked up our television antenna today so we could watch the Superbowl (and so I could supply myself with new and disgusting bits of pop culture to mortify, shock and offend my own old-fashioned ideals). What the fuck is up with that disgusting Jessica Simpson Pizza Slut popper commercial where she suggestively “pops” the adolescent boy? What the fuck!?! Would they make a commercial like that featuring an adult male “popping” a twelve year old girl? It really got me in a lather.

The hypocrisy in our culture sickens me; it’s totally okay when a mainstream corporation colludes with broadcasters to air sexually suggestive advertisements on a Sunday afternoon depicting pedo relationships between goody-two-shoes Republican whores and little boys, but the FBI and Department of Justice censor, destroy and criminalize businesses that clearly label the same fantasies (even presented only in text format) as pornography. Every time I turn on the television I am bombarded with whores of all types peddling their wares and exposed to all kinds of pornography, and yet it’s only the honest whores and smut peddlers like myself who call a spade a spade who are considered criminals.

I felt a little guilty watching football today and couldn’t stop thinking about what Noam Chomsky says about sports. That they are served up to us to fill our heads with irrelevant bullshit and divert our attention from absorbing and processing news and information that really MATTER in life-altering ways. I also can’t help wondering how these whores on the field, these men who are destroying their bodies doing nothing of more (or even equal) genuine import than a janitor or a garbage man or a paralegal or a streetwalker does — these athletes are presented to us as virtuous noblemen, celebrities (people to be “celebrated”), patriots, heroes, icons, and role models. Some of these men do not even choose (or know how) to put their baseball caps on straight!! But we’ve all helped create (or consented to the creation of) this $213 billion sports industry elevating these completely inane games to epic proportions.

Think about it: the sports industry is worth “far more than twice the size of the U.S. auto industry and seven times the size of the movie industry.” Just the sports INJURY industry alone is worth over ten billion dollars!!! We pay to watch them get hurt, and then the doctors get paid to fix them. Go go gladiators!! Tell me again how prostitution is illegal for the protection of women. If we’re so concerned about people’s bodies, why are sports legal if they result in these kinds of injuries? If we can mass-consume sports injuries (and yes, I love watching a man writhing in pain on the field or punch-drunk in the boxing ring) and heroize the players for taking the battering ram like men, it seems like we could legalize prostitution (which would only make it SAFER for us). The obvious answer is that we really don’t give a flying FUCK about women’s bodies OR men’s bodies; when it comes to good clean sportin’ entertainment and fuel for our SUV’s we’re more than happy to let the body parts fall where they may. We keep prostitution illegal because we’d rather see scores of whores killed than actually allow that women should be able to safely charge access fees to their bodies and be protected in doing so the way any other low skill capitalist athlete is allowed to do. It’s so funny the way sports programs are seen as brilliant opportunities for underprivileged youth and how the boys who make it out of the ghetto to go onto BIG SPORTS INJURIES (or exciting military careers and possible death!) are jolly success stories; I’m not suggesting after-school streetwalking programs, but there’s definitely a weird double standard.

I don’t like agreeing with theories that say we’re a bunch of mind-numbed pawns in some enormous brainwashing conspiracy, but when I look at those statistics that say that even the STORIES we want to be told on film are of less importance than sports I have to agree that the powers that be are undoubtedly very VERY happy we are so busy consuming, both financially and intellectually, these ridiculously trivial GAMES.

Another thing that gets my goat is the culture theft. The way that the football people can buy off Dr. Seuss’ money-grubbing traitorous widow into letting them turn one of his stories into a pro-Super Bowl poem read by fucking Harrison Ford, but they won’t let bars advertise “Super Bowl” parties because the NFL doesn’t want to tarnish their image (or let anyone capitalize off of their game who doesn’t PAY for the privilege of uttering the sanctified game name). Seriously, the NFL has sent people cease and desist letters for violating their copyright (thanks Doc Holly for the tip on that).

It INFURIATES me when corporations infiltrate our lives and weave themselves into the thread of our culture and then try to govern and control and profit off of every single mention of their precious fucking names. Either you want to be embraced by society or you don’t. Either you want free advertising or you don’t. We shouldn’t have to PAY you a licensing fee for barging into our lives and making us like you, even if we then make money off of the way you’ve foisted yourselves into our homes and businesses.

Speaking of culture theft, if you care about this issue at all or are simply curious, check out WillfulInfringement.com.

On a more personal level, I resent seeing athletes portrayed as noble heroes and role models when they are just well paid whores who get the best surgeries possible when their pimps push them to blow out their knees, rip their groins, and dislocate their limbs. It’s not that I resent the athletes themselves or that I am “jealous” of them or that I don’t think they deserve good treatment, I just think it’s really “funny” that real whores aren’t allowed even a trifling of that kind of respect and we’re really doing extremely similar jobs, we whores and athletes. In truth, the athletes are the ones who are participating in a much more evil scheme that doesn’t even bother to meet any basic needs the way prostitutes do (and if you listen to Noam Chomsky, sports actually suppresses our drive and ability to take care of ourselves and act human because it’s not participatory; we’re only passively WATCHING the competition rather than engaging in it).

I hate demonizing an entire industry and everyone in it — I really am NOT trying to say that I want athletes to be paid less. I am NOT trying to say that I think Paul Allen is part of a plot to make all of us stupid sports-watching zombies via his ownership of the Seahawks. I’m not trying to say that. I’m just saying that if the sports industry can have all of that, why can’t sex workers and pornographers have ANYTHING? And if mainstream media can shove violence and sex down everyone’s throats on television to sell everything from pesticides to war to hormone-riddled milk to burgers made of cow eyeballs to gas-guzzling suburban tanks to alcohol, why can’t I sell my own motherfucking body if I want to? I don’t understand how all the sweet Mommies in our country think *I* am the enemy and thief of their children’s innocence with my porn website, but twelve beer commercials (plus more subtle advertisements like their Daddy drinking and driving the family home from the stadium) during a football game are a matter of American pride. Again, it’s not exactly that I think all alcohol commercials should be pulled (and it’s certainly not that I think pornography should be advertised during a football game). I’m just sick of the scapegoating and t
he overall stupidity.

But hey, I’m part of it too. I drank beer, I ate chips, and I wasted about five hours waiting for “my” team to lose. And I felt angry at the referees and full of certainty that they were against “us”. And I understand how that is so much easier for a country to swallow than thinking about the bad calls our “president” has made and how he and his cronies are buttfucking almost all of us as hard as they can.

I’m going to see what’s on tv now.