Woods, Water & Values Progress


At the beginning of this year I committed to check in weekly about three things I value:

I’m still working on all of these things! I haven’t been able to blog about them every week. Some of the commitments have receded or morphed while others have become clearer TOP priorities.

I’m excited to share all the pictures (especially of woods & water) with my progress through doing and enjoying, focusing on and caring for the good stuff I value most.

In the meantime my biggest webwhore/webmaster priority is improving and updating Delia’s site and marketing it more/better so she and her site will make the money they deserve! We want to make enough money to keep making homemade porn, and be able to take loving healthy care of ourselves, each other, and our customers.

Thank you everyone who supports us in whatever ways you’re able, whether it’s through membership to our sites, buying a clip or wishlist item, leaving encouraging comments, recommending us to other people, or just continuing to check in and visit our sites or profiles whenever it feels good for you to do so. Even if we don’t know who you are and you don’t say or buy anything, your visits register in our stats as VALUABLE.


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In & Out August Sun

I’ve been trying to force myself to read. For pleasure, just to try to practice having concentration on something . . . ANYTHING. It’s like I’ve totally lost whatever little bit of attention span and ability to hyperfocus I once had. So I forced myself into the backyard with a book . . . and just wound up taking these pictures.

bright low August sun & clouds

I only read a few pages, and if you’d been watching me, you’d have seen how painful it was for me. Fidgeting, losing focus, looking at the sky . . . fuck. And it’s an easy straightforward entertaining read. WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME?!?

hazy tasty trixie sunshine titties

I need to redouble my efforts on everything. When I forced myself to start reading for pleasure awhile back, it seemed like my brain started working quite a bit better . . . but then a lot of “entertainment” actually stresses me out and/or depresses me, so I set aside the books because I felt like they were a bad influence on me. I’m not shitting you. BOOKS. Without pictures. BAD INFLUENCE. I should be more productive! Every choice I make is wrong, and I regret and rethink them within a minute of making each one.

Trixie and her upside down boob

Clearly(?) the problem(?) is that EVERYTHING(?) stresses me out. Even good things! In fact, I think I am primarily stressed out by good things rather than bad things these days. THAT IS SOME FUCKED UP SHIT! Fortunately I’m not the first person in the world to be plagued by ridiculous worry thoughts, so I will try to utilize some of the tools that have been devised for reversing such craziness on a more consistent basis.

golden pussy fur bush in the sunshine

I don’t know why I’m even typing these words in here. Why can’t I just let you enjoy my boobs?!?

Trixie's giant bumpy areola & nipple

Pretty much the only thing I can concentrate on these days is sex (with myself or with others). And staring at what I love. And sometimes food. Well . . . those aren’t really the ONLY things, but they’re all I can think of at the moment.

bright sunshiney naked day for boobs

Now it’s nighttime and I feel deliciously tired. My efforts applied to exercising and taking care of my body seem to pay off so much more palpably SO much more quickly. When I do it. Which I did today after the whole reading-in-the-backyard exercise failed.


This is a branch that fell from a tree:

tree branch on sidewalk

These are my naked boobs as I look towards the tree whence it came:

observe naked Trixie's exposed breasts

I was watering plants in the backyard. No breeze. Calm. Still. No voices. No birds. Just a little cracky tumble and it landed on the sidewalk near my cabin stoop. Like somebody high up in the tree wanted me to look up . . . and not see them. Just look.

Know this: results and consequences aren’t always immediately realized. You cannot reach high enough to see how much you have left to go or to prevent the inevitable or to wrench yourself free.

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