::Not to be confused with spring bullshit::
After staying up working and masturbating well past sunup last “night”, I woke up after four hours to SUNSHINE. The backyard beckoned more than going back to bed did so I got up, put the kettle on, and made a nest out there.
Enjoying birdsong, butterflies & bumblebees while eating my breakfast in a sleeping bag outside.
It doesn’t get much better than this, so instead of sitting inside at the computer blogging I made sure to take some pictures of my boobs for you, which I hope will make my super-blessed cheesy alliteration love more tolerable for you! Chances are if you’re at a site made by someone who named herself TastyTrixie you’re already expecting that. 😉
B is also for BELLY!
Bright Sun & Big Boobs
Big & Bumpy Areolas
If boobs under a bright blue sky make you happy, keep coming back! And join my wife’s site for more explicit photos and videos shot by us in the great outdoors.
I started using an app called Raise the Bar. One of my goals is to be active outside at least a measly ten times a month for a productively invigorating period of time, so I took a cold run/walk at 4ish:
As I got to the point I started worrying that I’d have to climb over these rocks to make it to the beach and sunset around the corner. I really didn’t feel like climbing on the rocks. But I told myself to stop worrying about it — stop trying to make a plan, stop preparing myself for disappointment, stop preparing myself to turn around too soon — and just keep walking and not think about it. Because it’s not a very big deal to just turn around when it becomes fucking clear you want to turn around. I don’t need to constantly assess and imagine what’s ahead.
I was going to try to cam tonight but I think I should go to sleep earlier-ish instead. I keep feeling like I’m coming down with a cold.
Our skies are usually clearer, but colder here in PT.
I got over being glum about Delia going back to Seattle last night, and just got excited about returning to the cabin loft where I haven’t slept alone in maybe a month.
The cabin cams even managed to stay connected all through the night (not that I did anything exciting to watch)!
I’m going to let my hair stay greasy today and my clothes be slouchy as I have no car to take me anywhere people might see and be offended by me (not that this is even a concern in our town), and concentrate on work. Probably work on editing pictures and video of/with beautiful young man I’m WAY shamefully overdue on getting back to him. Since I want to get him over here soon to shoot more of/with him.
JOIN if you want to support me shooting porn with young men and SEE MORE OF MY BOOBS!!
Hi. My name is Trixie!
You might perceive this as my condescending face . . .
. . . but really it is my “I have chocolate on my shirt” exasperated-with-myself face.
I have thick glasses . . . and big natural boobs!
Some people like my boobs and even think I am a nice lady.
They give my boobs one thumb up . . .
. . . sometimes two thumbs up, but most individuals only have one (cough) “thumb”.
You might think this face is reserved for corny heard-it-all-before penis euphemisms . . .
. . . but I don’t mind that so much. This is actually how I feel when people give me compliments. I have to try not to look that way, instead being gracious and self-confident rather than off-putting and strange.
It’s important to be a nice lady when you’re sort of just a regular average-to-comical-looking person making money with your boobs and stuff on the internet. Make people feel happy and good. That means smiling in a genuine fashion and being relaxed and not hurrying from one expression to another. It also means making pictures brighter and saturated with fleshy warm colors. But I don’t always have time for that (like today), or for being a nice relaxed simple booby lady with no complaints or complications. Or ghastly wrinkles on her neck (chocolate on shirt helps draw eye away from crepey turkey wattles . . . but not as much as boobs / not wearing a shirt at all).
I don’t really believe I’m that much of a lady. It’s all a bullshit charade (and boobs).
Okay, it’s not ALL a bullshit charade. But a lot of it is an illusion.
posture head-tilts self-censoring shiny blonde (fake) hair BOOBS eagerness-to-please responsive facials & head nods raised eyebrows tiny smirks omg this is exhausting pretty little dresses fortunately I don’t have to work at loving cock
My teeth are crooked! I think crooked teeth are cute: charming, disarming and natural.
When we show our crooked teeth that makes you feel like you can trust us and we could never ever hurt you. We’re goofy! Shy! Quick to roll over and show our bellies! But if you really look at any still version of a smile it’s just a scary grimace of bared teeth.
Today on the train I looked down at a really pretty lady driving in her car and she looked up at me and our eyes locked and I immediately uncontrollably blushed and smiled/grimaced. And she smiled back (with straight teeth and lipstick) and it made me so happy that I don’t care if any of it is fake or scared monkey business.
I don’t know how she kept driving straight without crashing, it felt like she looked at me that long; it was like an old movie (or Pulp Fiction) where the people don’t have to look at the road and they’re just very beautiful and the cars drive themselves while they engage with their passengers. I guess I was like the poor girl on the train in the movie who the pretty lady decides is the one she can seduce into killing her husband for insurance money, promising me we’ll make off for Mexico and live happily ever after in the sun eating tortillas with butter made from goat milk. Except I failed to fact check whether goat milk butter is any good or a suitable product for home-making and for the rest of my life in prison I have nightmare visions of rancid goat butter escalating into a severed goat head on a platter with those gross cooked goat eyeballs gleaming death at me.
The pretty lady was like a cross between Sofia Vergara and Tousled Elegance. And she didn’t seem at all like a film noir femme fatale . . . her smile was so pretty I felt like I didn’t even deserve to have her spend that much time looking at me. Which is exactly why if she’d been wearing a trench coat waiting for me at the train station I would have gone with her and done ANYTHING SHE WANTED. The muscles in her face and neck were so naturally relaxed, she couldn’t possibly do me or anybody any harm.
Hey, everybody — please don’t be sad about this! THAT IS **NOT** A GOODBYE POST!! 😉 It’s really the opposite of that.
:: Read my follow-up comment for more ::
See? I just took these pictures the other day with the REAL camera! I’m happy and cuddly and still love to fuck!!!!
I’m not disappearing, even though it might look like that’s where I’ve been headed. I am IMPROVING. I’m sorry I can’t properly convey all of the things I’m excited about, and ways stepping back away from specific obligations will be worth it (and hundreds of reasons why it’s necessary). Just one tiny example: I have over 500 blog entries in draft form. I’m not shuttering my site! I want to do a better job at it, in somewhat different ways than I have been. I don’t want everything to be PERFECT . . . but I do want it to be better and make me (and you, and the people who are involved in it with me) happy.
I really need to make a trailer or something to give you a glimpse of some of the things I’ve shot and not edited or posted, but have just sat on and learned from and hoped to build on.
As usual these days, I originally wrote 872 raw words for this post, but deleted all but ~200. It’s all just too crazy right now and I’m not sure about saying it all, all the time, without pleasant sensible accessible buffers.