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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!!

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.

Warning: this post might gross out some people, so if a certain word in the title makes you uncomfortable, the rest of this entry will probably heighten your discomfort:

I SO enjoyed my nightgown camshow last month (and had an awesome one the day before, too). I wore a long nightie that always makes me feel SO sexy and SO pretty and such a feminine tease. Someone I worked with years ago gave me three Eileen West nightgowns I never ever would have bought for myself, but now that I have them I want a dozen more:

Big Boobs Look Plush Under Pleated Cotton Nightgown

I guess I just really like the feeling of white lengths of cotton flowing all over my body with no panties or bra (like my long white May Day dress).

Pretty lady in long cotton nightgown looks like a sweet mommy tucking you in.

I *especially* like the way these nighties make my jugs look so generous and mobile and soft with the pleats adding more fabric to accentuate them bursting forward. So so ripe and full.

Modest and non-nude, but suggestive and succulent

In my show it was like poetry, talking about being a lady in a long nightgown, and what ladies in long nightgowns like to do and how their pussies get so wet underneath their long long nightgowns. I felt so pretty and iconically feminine, like if Victoria magazine included porn (never gonna happen, I know). Don’t you just want to push that white cotton up-up-up? And see and smell some soft, furry bush?

Free pics of me from a few years ago in a similar night gown: http://www.trixie.com/tgp/Trixie/see-through-nighty

It’s gross I guess, but I also love how skinny my arms and legs look wearing this nightgown. It’s the most feminine interpretation of skinniness, I think. Everything looks so long and pretty and gracefully awkward compared to everything in the middle looking so abundant and juicy.

It made me want to log in to the pay-to-view camsite I’ve been working and make all the boys want me to be their pretty mommy in her modest white nightgown. It’s such a familiar mommy-in-summer look, the soft cotton wafting faded mommy perfume and hugging hands reaching out on long arms to drawn you in. There’s nothing overtly sexual about it except that it’s all ALL all woman, and the modesty is the most naked you might get. A silhouette if the light is right, a sour-sweet stubbly armpit, some long pale leg if she gathers it up a little to step through the dewy lawn to get the paper in the morning.

It’s a look that provokes powerfully confusing strong feelings in a lot of people of both innocent love and taboo lust.

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That day we had more people in members-only chat than we’ve had in MONTHS, which also boosted my spirits terrifically. And really everything started looking up on Thursday when and after we fucked (don’t you think this is true?).

Sleepy mommy-type's big Victorian "dirty pillows"

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If you want to get me a similar nightgown or inexpensive night slip to fill out my pretty mommy wardrobe, I have a couple ON SALE on my wishlist! It would be nice to have a couple of new drowsy sleepytime gowns to wear this summer.

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I hope to blog more later about 1) the camming I’ve been doing and 2) my own shame, discomfort and conflicted feelings about role plays I get off on.

I’m so excited that the days are starting to get longer even though it’s still the middle of winter. At least we’re over the hump!

After going years and years without getting a cold, I finally came down with one. Delia had it first and I thought I was going to make it unscathed so I could keep bragging about how I’m super-immune, but alas, not this time. My head is all stuffed up and achey, ears plugged, throat sore and dry, nose chapped & plugged then alternately running . . . and weirdly, I’m kind of enjoying it. It gives me bodywide memories without a lot of pictures of years past, like the feeling of being a kid home from school with grandma bringing me chicken noodle soup in bed. Of having stacks of library books filled with exciting stories and every single one of them new and nothing cliche. I know it sounds cheesy, but I’m pretty sure these feelings are of freedom and excitement or enthusiasm for the future, that whole “ignorance is bliss” sensation of being a kid. Not that being a kid was BLISS for me (I wouldn’t relive my childhood or teenage years for a million dollars), but there were elemental emotions that are hard to experience as an adult. Somehow having a head cold is giving me tastes of them.

We also got rid of DirecTV / our DVR. We’re about a year overdue for that cancellation and after just a few days I already feel more in-the-moment. We’re going back to our method of just Netflixing stuff we want to see. It’s amazing how much of a difference it makes just not having to fast forward through the commercials; I get so much more relaxed so much more quickly that I don’t feel like watching much. And not constantly worrying that the DVR only has 18% space left and we’re going to MISS something or something will be ERASED . . . what craziness.

Since I know you’ll ask: I continue to resist watching tv via the internet (ex. hulu) for a number of reasons, partly because we don’t have a good interface between our pc’s and our tv (and there is no way I’m going to sit at a computer and watch “tv” — I spend enough hours at the computer for work). Also, most of our bandwidth is eaten up by our 24/7 spycams and all of the work-oriented uploading we have to do. We bought one episode of Gossip Girl on itunes and couldn’t get the pc-to-tv connection to work right, had to waste that time downloading, etc. It just wasn’t relaxing and felt like MORE WORK.

Also, I really need to stay away from ads. All of the stuff competing for my attention on the internet literally saps my brain’s strength. And any food advertisements? Those fuck me up so bad – I have no willpower over burger commercials late at night. It’s like a switch is flipped inside me and I have to eat SOMETHING . . . ANYTHING when the television or any kind of monitor presents me with suggestive and colorful mouth-watering food pictures.

So yeah . . . I pretty much spent today in bed with my cold and my period. My members-only update is going to be late (I was hoping we might shoot a stuffed-up-and-sneezing blowjob video, but I’m not sure if we can pull that off . . . I’ll see how my symptoms progress tomorrow; I know some of you are going to be like, “WTF?? Why would I want to see THAT?”, but that kind of stuff is fetish gold AND it makes me horny).

Here are a couple of boobie pics to make up for the lack of happy stimulation in my posts lately:

Mature Hourglass Figure

I know, I look CRAZY in the eyes, but I love the way that angle makes my shape look so hourglassy! These pics are from my two most recent members-only updates, fyi.

My bumpy boobies in black & white!

There are more free samples at TrixieAndFriends.com and perhaps some other non-nude stimulation you’ve missed on my twitpic page (and my new sexypeek feed) but obviously(?) if you want ALL of my goodies, you should  join/become a member!

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In other news it’s been a busy week and we wrapped it up perfectly with shows and members-only chat yesterday and today. I started getting a migraine last night during my show which was the perfect opportunity to beg Delia to fix me some coffee which I avoid like the plague except when I need the caffeine to stave off a big whopper of a headache. SO DELICIOUS, though. I love the flavor of sweetened, creamy coffee! And it was because of that, my friends, that I was able to concentrate on that blog post I made last night about porn being consumed in public places.

Today I’ll be lucky if I get a couple of emails written/sent that need to go out; I didn’t get enough sleep so might need a nap, then we’re spending the evening at a really huge Thanksgiving potluck celebration that’s very special to us. I have a good kind of PMS right now and think I might bawl rivers of gratitude.

I hoped I’d have lots of sex when I went to college, but I totally didn’t except with myself, like in this confession I posted for my members about masturbating in the library:

I tried to get on the study track and stared at the pages of “The Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire”, trying to concentrate. I got out my lecture notes and tried to focus on what Redding had emphasized, but all I could think about was how much he turned me on and how naughty I was to spend those hours in his classroom fantasizing about his sexual presence instead of ruminating on his intellectual offerings.

I was alone in the corridor of library desks. Everything was quiet. I kicked off my shoes and put my feet up on the desk then placed my open western civ book in my lap with the base of the book’s spine resting firm and heavy on my pussy. The thin material of my stretch pants made it easy for me to feel this pressure pushing against my clit.

Maybe that’s part of why I’m not turned on by sites like DareDorm – it wasn’t part of my experience. More than that, though, I never wanted THAT kind of drunken sex to be part of my life.

Stupid asshole college jocks.

Those are exactly the kinds of tan, stupid people and scenes I wanted to avoid when I went to a private university and as a woman I have a hard time being comfortable looking at those kinds of scenarios even if they’re staged.  On the other hand, I do understand why OTHER people, particularly guys, enjoy jacking off to that kind of porn — ESPECIALLY nerdy guys like myself (but with penises) who never got invited to parties like that or if they were, were always on the sidelines just watching.

Not that I never EVER got drunk and had sexy-time in college — those instances were few and far between, but they did happen and I’ve shared a few of those stories with members, like in this story where I got kicked out of a bar for getting too hot and heavy with a Fort Lewis soldier and this story of botched alcohol-doused sex in my Nissan Sentra with campus security cruising by and this story about a drug-dealer who loved getting his whole face wet with my pussy juices. Honestly though, those were (almost) the only times I did things like that! All of the tan and sporty partiers at my school lived on LOWER campus, while I belonged to the pale and nerdy upper campus crowd.

Anyway, if you’re not a member and you want to read those stories JOIN HERE -or- if you really just want to immerse yourself in the debauchery of hardcore, porntastic, wannabe-amateur porn then join DAREDORM.

Note: if you join DareDorm or RealityKings today after clicking my links I’ll get a mega-awesome bonus. RealityKings gives you access to a whole bunch of awesome, tried-and-true sites like Big Naturals, Mike’s Apartment, Monster Curves, etc. I’ll also get a bonus if you join on another day, it just won’t be QUITE so luscious. Thanks!