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Last night I asked Delia which song of the eighties she thinks is more brilliant: Van Halen’s “Panama” or Duran Duran’s “Rio”. I’d love to hear which you prefer or respond to most and why:

I personally don’t want to live in a world without either one of these songs. I fucking LOVE them. I grew up more of a Duran Duran fan, but I didn’t actually appreciate Rio until I grew up.

Maybe I’ll tell you which one I like best after I read some comments comparing and contrasting and singing their praises.

I hope everyone in my country is having a fun (or introspective or vigilant or critical or whatever you like) but SAFE 4th of July. I put on some red, white and blue for those of my fans who might get a kick out of it:

Leggy AND Patriotic!!

Here’s a very silly video of me doing a song and dance number for you. If you find it offensive, just remember that it’s nowhere near as offensive as Aretha Franklin’s phrasing of “My CUNT . . . ree Tis of Thee”:

TURN UP the audio; takes awhile to load, maybe.

I’m finding it very difficult to edit and render video we record on my phone, so this was the best option after many failed attempts at other ways. I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make an ass out of myself on this holiday, though.

Ripped Leggs Sheer Energy Suntan Pantyhose: GOD BLESS AMERICA!

There are whole bunches of pics of my big naturals and shapely, slender legs in pantyhose in my members-only area if you’d like to see more!

Trixie's tasty big natural boobs

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.

I haven’t seen most of Elizabeth Taylor’s movies, but in the favorites I have seen I adored her viciousness and commitment to performing with unflinching ugliness. How many women are willing to do that? How many are even given the opportunity?

Here’s the trailer to my absolute favorite of her films. I was fortunate enough to watch it without knowing what I was getting into except that it was based on a Carson McCullers novel, so if you have an opportunity and interest to do the same, just skip this preview, DON’T read the summary on IMDB, and indulge yourself in some hideous kinky asap.

Also taboo but in a more romantic way: The Sandpiper (it is so hot to see her and Richard Burton together in “an Adult Love Story”):

I know those movies are dated, but at the time were extremely provocative and more progressive than youths today might comprehend. I will always admire Elizabeth Taylor as someone willing to take bold social risks who cared for the humanity of broken characters in real life and in movies.

While we drove towards the woods along the water, that song came into my head and I started singing it:

Know Where to Run To, Baby

Know Where to Hide . . . .

It’s not a favorite song of mine and nobody I grew up around was “into” that sixties Motown girl group music. I don’t know any of the rest of the words . . . none of them. Even though I’m sure I’ve heard that song all the way through a bunch of times. And my whole life until three days ago I completely mistook the meaning of the words I thought I heard. It was just on that drive, randomly singing it to myself, that I realized she’s saying “NOWHERE to run to, baby . . . NOWHERE to hide.”

All of this time I thought she was a very savvy woman, entreating me and other girls to always know how to get away from someone, to always have a secret place to lay low the way she does. I thought she was smugly proclaiming her wily escape artistry. Like, “you should know where to run to, baby . . . I sure as fuck do.”

I feel depressed now. Oh well. I guess the snow chain percussion threw me . . .

The curious part to me is why all of a sudden I should be able to hear the difference between “know where” and NOWHERE. Why did it dawn on me now? And the amazing/hopeful part to me is that it can take years, but people really can learn things you thought they were incapable of understanding.

Now if someone would just write and sing the song I thought I was hearing all along . . .

As a nod to the full moon and solstice, here’s a song I like very much with some stars and moon action:

I love big hairy guys singing in way-high voices; as such a person, I’ve masturbated to this video even though he’s totally flat in it. It almost makes it hotter and sweatier and sadder when wincing for a variety of reasons.

This song kills me:

So yeah. I don’t think Band of Horses is “brilliant”, but Ben Bridwell’s voice makes me feel gooey all over. And the songs are smartly constructed to tug at the heart strings.

Speaking of loving high voices, I’ve always loved this song and will never ever stop; it’s like the edging theme song or something:

I loved this song when I was, what, eleven years old? I loved the sound of it and the message was alluring, too, even if most of the words and allusions were beyond my ken. The invisible man in drag?

The video really doesn’t look familiar to me watching it now as a grown-up so I doubt it played a role in my developing appreciation for fetish (EDIT: actually I’ll bet I *did* see it on Night Tracks; we didn’t have MTV until years later), but the eighties seemed so much more fertile for that kind of thing than the 90’s and now the unsubtle yet even more repressed new century. Spandex! Stepping on toothpaste tubes in heels! Upskirts! Aggressive arm waving! Women shaving their faces! GLOVES!!

Guys in 80’s music videos seemed to want to wear makeup like us and be dominated by us and liked it when we were all weird and bossy and mercurial. And had strong prominent jawlines above their shoulder-padded triangular torsos. In that respect, it was a magical time to grow up. There were no lesbians depicted on tv yet, but there was Jo on Facts of Life and VIDEOS made it seem like being grown-up would be fun in a dramatic minor key with razor sharp cheekbones everywhere.

Monday, 9/6/2010: Day 4

This is the day I moved a vibrator into the cabin.

Post-orgasm with the vibrator I brought to the cabin.

I still haven’t taken a nap here but now I’ve broken in the loft with masturbation and orgasms. There’s no internet access here (a good, preferable, integral thing to this whole cabin experience) and I don’t have any dirty books here, so I was very limited in terms of porn to accompany my vibrator time. I’ve only downloaded three videos (not counting that Gossip Girl episode) to this laptop and those were all for research purposes just to gauge their quality so out of those I chose to masturbate to a teaser video Delia made last year.

I skipped through the parts I’m in to get to the real meat of the thing/away from visions of myself. I wanted to come to her Twin Peaks-y schoolgirl-in-plaid-skirt-and-white-panties thing, but  it’s hard to time things just right with a short compilation video like that meant merely to entice. I’m a chick with a vibrator though, so I got off on it three times. It makes me extra excited, actually, and I come faster when I’m “afraid” that the part I like is going to end REALLY FAST . . . when I know my favorite parts are limited. I didn’t time it properly the first time and wound up climaxing as she was eating her cum on the donut (totally NOT what I want to orgasm to, though I love directing her to eat it), but I did better the other times.

I also wrote an outline and some notes for a short story. I might have done some other stuff, too.

You can check out other people’s “Half Nekkid Thursday” pics for this week here (links are in the comments). If you like truly amateur / non-porn-pro stuff, you should definitely check it out.