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I want to pay more attention to seasonal holidays, the weather, rituals and nature so for the past six months or so a lot of our shoots have reflected my focus on integrating those things into our lives. Tomorrow is Fat Tuesday, a day I would never have had any awareness of if it weren’t for having a magnificent pen pal from Baton Rouge when I was a teenager (if he sees this link and then these pictures I’m sure his eyes will melt in their sockets and dribble down his face in tears of horror — I don’t want to do this to you, really I don’t — I only want your Daily Preciousness to get the attention it deserves!) so here are some of my Mardi Gra-tesque pictures from a set I posted for my members today:

It’s hard to procure a lot of beads when you’re already totally naked:

I think I bear a striking resemblance to the superhero version of myself I patched together here.

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The photo set might not win any prizes for creativity or eroticism, but for me it was a major achievement — couldn’t have been better. We shot them last night and I edited and uploaded them within two hours and actually HAD FUN doing it. My mind is still blown by how awesome life is when you don’t feel like crap from fucked-up hormone imbalances. I’m not sure how apparent it is in pictures or on cam, but I feel 500% better than I did a couple months ago when getting ready for a shoot was TORTURE, to say nothing of actually doing the shooting itself. My face and neck were all bizarrely fat (even more than is normal for me — seriously, ONE double chin is cute . . . six rolls are not), my lips were thin, there were terrifying dark puffy circles under my eyes . . . it was sheer fucking painful hell. All I can say is THREE CHEERS FOR ESTROGEN!

When I have a few more shoots I like posted, I will post a putrid gallery I’ve been sitting on that epitomizes how wretched and disgusting I felt. Sort of a before and after kind of thing.

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Last night after we did all of that, Delia was “in the mood”. After I spent about ten minutes rambling about my curiosity regarding hemorrhoids and whether or not I have one, she politely asked if I would like to engage in sexual intercourse (probably as a counter to my repeated invitations to her to inspect my anus). I clapped my hands together and cried, “get the lube!”

After that it was actually sexy. You might not be able to imagine how, but you don’t have to. That’s our private joy . . . just between the two of us. And our voyeur cams, of course.

This time I’ve got my dick out:

I love that most of my outfit was given to me by cool women. My sister bought the pants for me after getting sick of seeing me wear the same pair of jeans for five years, and the strapon dildo and harness were keepers from the filming of Dacia’s movie, The Bi Apple (if you’re only interested in seeing our scene and want to do it now, check here; our scene together is two, and Tucker’s scene with Antonio is three; of course, if you do that you’ll miss out on the “behind the scenes” stuff on the dvd which I think are really embarrassing to watch, but I WAS heralded the “star of the BTS” so you might want to check it if you’re interested).

Every so often I do get feedback from people who happen across one of my live shows and recognize me enough to ask if I was in The Bi Apple or Sin Cities. It’s bizarre to have people ask if I’m REALLY that chick they saw on TV, but considering the roles in question as poorly-acted zombie-wives and ass-licker/fuckers I can only respond with the utmost in humility. You can’t let yourself get a swelled head over this stuff, you know? Even though some of the choicest bits were left on the cutting room floor . . .

To say that I’m really fond of the gallery we just shot would be an understatement. Sample:

I can’t wait to edit these pics and post them for members. It’s also one hell of a beautiful day, which makes shooting a great pleasure:

Beautiful or not, it’s still fall and getting pretty nippy out. Delia’s fingers were really cold by the time we got done, and she endured a lot in between lying on the soggy ground to get certain shots and listening to me harangue her about how I wanted her to shoot them.

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It’s pretty much dinnertime here, so Delia’s deviling some eggs — I can’t wait to gobble them up! Later we’ll take another stab at babymaking, viewable/audible to members on our spycams, of course. I’m actually lurking in our chatroom right now in case anyone feels like popping in, but so far no one has so I’ll keep editing pics until my hunger interferes too much.