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I’m truly naked behind this towel! And we shot a series of cute pictures doing a slow reveal . . .

. . . but alas! My favorite app, Retro Cam, didn’t process the half-dozen or so more images. It did make the super noisy shutter sound for every single snapshot, loudly signaling the entire neighborhood that I was naked outside, BUT NO PICTURES after the first six or so Delia snapped! Usually when this app hangs up (and it DOES hang up, but is worth it) it either freezes with a “busy” status indicated and won’t let you take any more pictures OR every so often it unpredictably returns one black image instead of a photo in a series of pics. It’s troubling to me that I just offloaded a lot of data (pics and videos) from my phone so I thought cleaning it up would make everything run faster, but apparently the opposite is true. Guessing I should uninstall and reinstall – it makes me very sad when nudie pics are lost in the ether.

Ahh well . . . better luck next time. I don’t want to spoil you TOO much! But I also don’t want you to grumble, so here’s some nudity from the “Playful Viking” update I just posted for members:

142 pics for members of me as a sweet naked "viking"!

It’s time for a shower now and some stretching to meet my goal of getting five hours of on-purpose exercise a week . . . only 35 minutes to go!

Spent almost all day working out in the yard with Delia, loving every minute of it. Here I am perched upon my mom’s plastic porta-potty:

Because there’s nothing better than working outside on a sunny spring day than also being able to POOP outside on a sunny spring day in total comfort . . . or at least pantomime it!

Anyhoo, I’d just like to reiterate that I LOVE ROCKS and my girlfriend is super fucking awesome, in special ways specific to her, and for cooking for me and my mom (like french toast made of chewy seedy bread, with warm soft brie and berry jam and a special goat cheese and coffee) AND for transforming areas of the yard with Tasmanian Devil-like speed and intensity, but leaving things much-improved rather than destroyed.

I, of course, putter. Dream, putter, scratch . . . and of course poop!

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The feeling of being outside all day until after the sun goes down, still working, seeing the way nighttime light makes the plants look different than daytime light and hearing the bird sounds change and the frog sounds start as the air gets damp at dusk is fucking magnificent.

Stepping back away from the computer and the cabin now to go into our cozy house to have chocolate cake with my mom and my Delia.

For a while I watched & felt a house burn down.

I got some awesome presents for my birthday! More than enough to make me feel loved and appreciated, but nowhere near 39 yet . . . BUT you still have time to encourage me to post those sex clips! My mailing address and email address are both linked-to in this post AND Amazon gift cards are available for LESS THAN A DOLLAR . . . I’ll be surprised if thirty of my blog readers aren’t willing to throw a dollar or so my way. I’m sorry I didn’t announce this sooner, but I promise . . . I really really don’t mind getting presents or little tips ANY time AFTER (or before or around or nowhere near) my birthday!

4/17 UPDATE: SEE ALL THE VIDS HERE NOW!

Delia made a joke about the cash buyer while we ate lunch.

I took my feet for a swim in this puddle.

Thanks to wool socks, my feet felt awesomely cozy like they were in a sponge bath after I splashed through this puddle.

Topless puddle skiing.

Near the end of our walk, we ran for a block; my feet became pleasantly heated in the damp of my shoes and socks. Kind of like the sweet warm feeling right when you’re wetting the bed. Only on my feet and not smelling of piss.

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Some parts of the trail are very narrow, hugging me to shoulder-height with salal. Little grey birds with wedges of white on their tails kept blazing the trail ahead of me, skimming over the salal. Reading those words probably gives you no indication of how perfect (?) magical (?) better-than-a-ride-at-Disneyland (?) storybook (?) speedy-sweet delightful and gone-in-a-flash (?) unreal (?) saturated in hyper-reality (?) fanciful (?) just plain beautiful (?) those flashes of tiny bird tail are. They zoom over your shoulder and your eyes fly with them for split seconds and then lose them to the green.

A bird's nest.

I took a nap after dinner, and then we had sex but I couldn’t stop farting so we went downstairs and ate brownies and watched twenty minutes of an Agatha Christie movie.

Delia made us brownies and coffee.

Wearing a wolf mask I didn’t know I was going to get to make today:

The other side isn’t as fancy because I spent all of my time on the left side trying to make it “right”, figuring out where the eye is supposed to go, copying/learning a little bit of how to make the teeth “accurate” with the fangs before I started to just enjoy it and it turned into an Egyptian crop circle hybrid with a silver disco confetti mane.

This fast scared big-eye side with the mountain tree teeth and snarling sperm snout is more of my inside self.

It was inspiring seeing the amazing unique masks other people made that were totally out of their own imaginations, especially a tween who made a ghostly beautiful horselike mask in mystical swirly blue colors.

There were a million reasons why I shouldn’t have gone to this free thing today to hear stories and not know I was going to make a mask, so I asked Lightning Allie if I should go to it or not. I’m glad I did and that she told me to go or I would have missed it.

I’m going to die someday and I’m not going to get everything done before then. When I stop being afraid of that, I make way better choices about how to live right now.

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My day off yesterday just happened to be the blue-est warmest day of the year so far. I did things slowly, alone, like eating lunch here:

And taking a walk:

And looking at shapes:

And being a child in a big magic outside you don’t want to interrupt for food or sleep or school or talking about things that make regular-people sense.

There was a little bit of rain (the wind is kind of loud, so you might want to turn the sound down, except then you might not be able to hear the raindrops falling in the puddles):

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I saw the walking stick guy again today. He stretched out his arms and gave me some words:

“‘How will I know I’m soaring?’ asked the feather of the wing . . . “

And then I showed someone how to get crack by playing a new popcap game on facebook.

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And now I “need” to work. Except I don’t really need to do anything because (I remind myself) nobody is going to die when I don’t finish all of the things I could not possibly finish. And since I am never going to be perfect or finish everything, I’m just going to try to live a balanced, healthy, happy life and not keep missing out on good things in favor of living the same day of ridiculous sick-making striving over and over again (or the same day of depression, overwhelmed by the everything I cannot possibly do).

Nudie video of the day instead of nudie pic! A silly little video with some flashing of my beaver in the backyard:

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The trees are budding, but it really is still winter. Yesterday they said it was going to snow, but I was still shocked when it actually happened last night:

Snow streaking down outside the cabin.

I could hear the snow falling, it was so wet (and sitting in the small cabin I am so close to being outside/the door/windows). After it had piled up enough to make everything glow, the moon came out while it was still snowing and lit everything up. Frogs were croaking, snow was falling, and the moon was out! I didn’t bother to take pictures at that point. I just smiled in the not-dark night.

Snow just starting to acculumate on the pink chair at night.

By the time I got out of bed at 8:30, it had already mostly-melted off the trees (I did get to see it throughout the night when I got up to pee, though):

Snow melting in our backyard this morning.

It was pretty awesome of Delia to respond favorably to me tugging at her to get out of bed and hurry to take what might be the last snowy nudie pic of the year:

Stripping off my nightshirt while the snow melted around me.

Speaking of Delia, check out these pictures I took of her and Savannah in pantyhose! And today/tonight/tomorrow Delia has been/is taking a bunch of new pictures of me, the kind that are fancier than nudies-of-the-day. In one of today’s sets I wore strappy heeled sandals and tan nylon stockings. In another: a sports bra, thong and capri sweats. My hair is super blonde! And my bush looked golden from behind with the light shining on it, too.

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Looking up at the blue sky through the snow melting on the little plexiglass roof over the cabin door:

Phew! So glad it sprinkled some snow on us yesterday to make it feel truly SEASONABLE to post some more snowy pictures in my members-only area today:

Brisk fun mostly-nude in the snow, hanging out of my bra.

Peek of my hairy bush over my panties

There are 137 pics in this set of photos inside my members-only area:

Nude except for my legwarmers & silver tennis shoes in the snow!

JOIN if you think it's worth it to get naked in the snow!

Wearing two bras after getting home from doing The Most Important Thing:

The ground was marvelously crunchy in some spots with icy mud:

I did a lot of the Most Important Thing yesterday, too. Did some cardio, some stretching, some MORE stretching before bed, and then we fucked. These really are some of The Most Important Thing.

There’s survival and there’s pleasure, and I intend to have both. In service of each other. And remember the point of it all, and that almost everything else is NOT the point.

My body wants me to do things with it. Use it and run with it and hear things and see things and smell things with it. Touch touch touch the air with my nose. Grimace and groan when appropriate.

Here are a few backyard winter semi-nudie princess pics for you:

My foot, showing you what this ice sounds like when I put pressure on it:

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I was afraid of dogs almost the whole time. Their paw prints are everywhere and I know I can’t avoid them forever. The huge fucking Malamute was on a leash when I saw her and changed directions the first time, but I’ll bet in the woods they just let her run. With every hairpin corner I approached in the green labyrinth I imagined her springing into my face.

Brrrr . . . it’s cold outside and a little rainy! Feels even colder than when we shot the snowy pictures. But I took it all off anyway, including my pink panties:

About to pull down my pink panties . . .

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