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Been awhile since I posted a “real” photo, so here’s one from the gallery I just posted for members:

Hair Pie for Thanksgiving?

You can join here if you want to see the whole set of 117 pictures. And here’s a less in-your-face preview pic:

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Part III, following the first leg and entering the middle:

Are you in awe of the majestic baldness of the hills? Well, there’s lots more of it! Not going to blow your mind with a bunch more similar pics, though.

Next up: pit stop.

Last month Delia treated us to an out-of-house shooting excursion at a resort to take advantage of their off-season prices.

View from our window.

Here are some of the sweet images we captured for members:

Delia putting on thigh high suede boots.

Thank you to Heather for the super-sexy bustier with laces – I was very excited by this ensemble and the resulting images:

Big thick shemale cock and balls sticking out of panties

I did a set of pictures in one of my favorite kinds of nightgowns: full length with pleats on the boobs to make them look extra-ample:

Full length nightgown & pink cotton panties (upskirt shot)

Sticking my fingers down my wet cotton panties

Delia in a tulip skirt with a nubby sweater looking very librarian-like:

Delia doing the tranny teacher / librarian look.

Our tranny librarian forgot to bring pantyhose . . . or panties!

We set up our dildos in the wine cabinet (so annoying when the drug pushers foist alcohol upon anyone and everyone but you can’t even order a porno in your room):

Dildos and Wine by the mini-fridge

We had to leave earlier than planned because an unexpected snow blew in and it’s a long and sometimes-winding road from there to home:

Snow on a clearcut across the canal, heading our way.

View from window after snow began to fall.

Here’s a shot of what we ate on the way home when we managed to outrun the snow (and isn’t it nice to see that Delia is able to wear something from a shoot out and in public?).

We also did a little St. Patrick’s shopping picking up my green corset at an independent boutique and Delia’s dress at a swellegant second-hand store:

My green satin corset.

Delia's ass in satin dress and seamed pantyhose.

Delia's very short & flirty green satin dress.

We made it home just in time to get stuck at home in the snow and ice for days, which is much better than being stuck in the snow and ice away from home.

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Me in the mirror, taking a picture of Delia.

I can’t believe that the days are starting to get shorter again.

June full moon at twilight

I should be happy that the nights are getting longer and darker again because I haven’t been sleeping well at all. Part of it is that Delia in her post-operative state is having a harder time than normal sleeping, but mostly my brain and body chemistry is torqued again causing the chaos in my head to be ratcheted up too many notches. I have really loud, disturbing, repetitive thoughts and dream WAY too much. It hasn’t reached peak nightmare state (yet), and having been through this a number of times now for extended periods AND BEING ABLE TO GET BETTER/recover with no symptoms I’m not too worried, just annoyed with myself for not maintaining my health better.

I have way more pleasant things to blog about, but just thought I’d throw out a photograph and make it a quickie.

The good news is that I’ve done a lot of camming the past couple of days including some private shows which was pretty thrilling – it’s been a long time and I really enjoyed it, especially the longer one-on-ones. It’s such a relief to be able to immerse myself in someone else’s fantasy and do a totally concentrated job on satisfying one single person and know I did it well. It’s rewarding to bring people pleasure and have evidence of that in their gratitude, compliments . . . and the immediate payoff. It’s a welcome change from putting so much time and energy into promoting our sites and doing nerd work where the monetary payoff is very very detached and delayed from the investment of work and time. On the other hand, I can’t keep up with blogging and site maintenance and promos AND do a lot of camming AND stay healthy recover my health.

Here’s hoping I catch up on my sleep tonight so I can do more webwhoring this week! I’d like to be able to afford some time to spend with my family soon. I feel physical grief to my core at not having seen my nephews in MONTHS. They grow so fast and change so much, I hate missing out on all of that time and all of those changes.

Gah! Sorry this post isn’t more uplifting. If you keep up with my twitter I *think* you can tell I’m not the constantly miserable sad sack I sound like here.

Taken around dinnertime today in our backyard:

5:37 PM, May 29th, 2010 - Wet Whiskery Budding Poppy

There are lots more poppies in this part of Washington than where I grew up and my favorites are the huge salmon-colored ones, like the one above just starting to unfurl. I’ve had my eye on it the past week or so; it’s the only one we have in our yard, and like everything else in our yard seems to be there by accident.

It’s Memorial Day weekend, which is a big ole get-drunk-for-three-days kind of deal to most people, which is a small part of why I’ve been celebrating the drizzle for the past five days and the forecast for five more days of the same. Because I’m a disapproving asshole who hates the way most people celebrate this holiday and the way they don’t appreciate (and even resent) the rain. Where we live the rain hasn’t been the kind that would ruin doing stuff outside; it’s the perfect kind that invites people like me outside into it while the other kinds of assholes avoid it.

But I haven’t gone out in it the way I wish I could would. We have too much work to do. I know not much of it seems to be showing up, but I have *great* beginnings on so much of it! And then I run out of steam or have to divert my steam to starting something else. We did shoot and post this video for members to jack off to and I hope to post another one tomorrow. We have to shoot as much content as possible before Delia’s surgery and also try to promote our sites so we can actually make sales. Not a lot of time left for other stuff without mind loss, but I have spent time looking out the windows. It’s been beautifully and consistently overcast without constant rain so the birds are still active and I can gaze outside without a bunch of glaring sunshine giving me a headache.

While I drove home from the store today I wound up behind some drunk jackass in a giant, perfectly-clean pickup truck, weaving all over the road in both lanes and the shoulder. I just laid on the horn, like “hooooooooooooooooonk . . . . hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooonk” for five blocks at 25 miles per hour. It was a meaningless gesture of hatred: a fortuitous opportunity to express some of my distaste for the world. I actually laughed when I read the “breaking news” that BP’s “top kill” approach failed. Did anybody honestly think that would work anyway? Whatever.

On other news of the day: I love watching Dennis Hopper movies, but as a human being he’s NOT somebody I looked up to in an off-screen kind of way. I mean, YES, I may fantasize about a threesome with me, Paul Newman and Dennis Hopper in their primes, but in real life Dennis Hopper probably deserves to be ass-raped all the way to hell and back. Google “Roman Polanski” and “Dennis Hopper” if you want to know ONE reason why.

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Shit. I really just wanted to post a pretty picture of a flower and write about how sweet the wet grass feels swishing around my ankles but alas . . . my attitude took a turn for the worse this evening and it makes me feel a little better to leach out some of the poison. It sucks because after writing a post like this I feel relief and am able to see and let go of some of my negative emotions, but by preserving them on my blog I’m probably making other people’s days feel ugly when they came here to feel GOOD. On the other hand, I know a lot of people are feeling depressed and helpless so

Okay, this isn’t going anywhere and I have two choices: delete or publish. And since I haven’t been posting much I’m just going to hit publish because posting something crappy is better than posting nothing as long as I don’t make it a long streak of crappy posts which reminds me: do you know what happens if you eat too many cashews? We covered up the spycams in the bedroom temporarily when we got an eyeful of the orange oil slick on the mattress. It didn’t smell, it just looked like someone spilled taco grease on the bed.

JUST LOOK AT THE FLOWER AND IGNORE ALL OF THE REST! The flower is real, its greens are whiskery, and the raindrops are like the most perfect drops of fake acrylic water to make it look more real and taking pictures of stuff that looks so real that it looks like the best fake is what nature photography is all about! blah blah blah accepting hugs now.

Speaking of raindrops and Paul Newman, did you know that Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid and Easy Rider are, like, the same movie and came out the same year? So envisioning having sexual relations with Paul Newman and Dennis Hopper at the same time isn’t really random at all.