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Saturday, May 31, 2003
CONFESSIONS OF A SLOB I can honestly say that I hate housework with every fibre of my being. I hate the stirring of dust provoking allergies, I hate the harshness of soaps on my hands, I hate the overwhelming piles of crap a pack-rat like myself has no chance of ever organizing. I hate vaccuum bags, mold spores, and discoveries of things that belong in another room, not the one you're cleaning. I hate wasting my time on something so stupid when there are other people who seem to attack such tasks with an organized zippiness that I will never ever ever discover inside of myself. Basically what I hate is that I'm a slob. There's no other way to phrase it. What I really hate about housework is how it forces me to confront so many of my weaknesses. It brings me face to face with the chaos inside my head. My inability to commit to simple rituals. My insurmountable tendency to procrastinate. My clumsiness and physical sensitivities. My distractibility. My inability to prioritize. My tendency to throw my hands in the air and give up. My insecurities that people who see my sloppiness will certainly be disgusted with not only my poor housekeeping skills, but with ME. There are definitely times when I enjoy housework in spite of myself but these instances are less frequent than incidents of spontaneous combustion. Verily I say unto you, if I can ever afford it I will have a fucking housecleaner. One of those horrible jolly types who lives for lysol and looking up her own skirt off of the reflective shine of a freshly scrubbed floor. 0 comments -  
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Friday, May 30, 2003
CONGRATULATIONS, BODY My body is doing me proud -- period started twenty minutes ago right on the 28th day in accordance with "normality". My PMS is not fully flushed away though -- I am feeling quite cranky . . . I cancelled my SexCamCentral show because I am getting too crampy to have fun with a masturbation show for today. I think I'm just going to get back into bed and enjoy my cramps but you are welcome to pop into chat and see if I'm there. 0 comments -
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WHEREVER YOU CAN FIND ME Here are a couple new places I'm writing distractedly: Not Your Average WebWhore on Adult.Backwash.com Port of Call (my online place-focused blog). I am DYING to find time to learn more about making beautiful graphics in photoshop, using cascading style sheets on my webpages, etc. Tooooooooo much stuff. But I'd rather feel excited about TOO many things than not feeling excited about anything at all. I just wish that I could do it all right now . . . right away. I'm trying to work harder on dream incubation. I am so sick of anxiety-riddled dreams. If I'm going to have anxiety-riddled dreams, I at least want them to be set on a luxurious old-fashioned train. So that's my new focus -- dreams about train travel. I'd love to blog on about this . . . but I need to shut my eyes for a bit before showercam & chat. I have severe pms and believe my period may start any second now. 0 comments -
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Thursday, May 29, 2003
QUICKIE Just a quick note to let you know what's up for tomorrow: ShowerCam & Chat Friday 2-4:30 pm Pacific Time. Click on the SpyOnYou link on Members-Only page. SHOW Friday 5-6 pm Pacific Time (with post-show chat 6-6:30). Click on the SexCamCentral link on Members-Only page. JOIN NOW for access. We had a fun evening (although spent way too many hours in traffic & just traveling in general) in my hometown with my family. My little sister entertained us with comical and gruesome nursing stories while Mommy entertained with mocking stories about life amongst yuppies. Both my mom and sister thought those domestic-violence ads were great and should have been aired on television. Hmmm. . . interesting. 0 comments -
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Wednesday, May 28, 2003
LILO & STITCH We have a wonderful change of pace in store for us . . . Lilo & Stich is the next movie we have slated to watch. But first tomorrow we have a horrid task of driving all the way to my hometown to pick up some furniture. Houseboy doesn't know it and indeed I only began to suspect the real reason my sister offered to help us (with some help from her big Norwegian boyfriend): she thinks we're going to move my dad's rolltop desk to our house until the day when she can claim it. Ummm. No I don't think so. I hate being manipulated into shit like this. That desk is going to break their fucking backs and there won't be enough room in the truck for the stuff we're getting AND that motherfucking desk. Ugh. It seems like everytime I get together with my family I am fucking premenstrual and ready to KILL. When my sister offered to help us all she said was, "oh I'll be out there too because I have some things to pick up too". "Things" sound innocuous enough . . . a huge ridiculous desk that weighs as much as a baby elephant is not just a trifle or little box of pictures. Ugh!!!!! Well tomorrow morning I'm going to do some news flash from so please PLEASE bring some real current events. You know, things that are important to know. News FLASH! 10-11 am Pacific Time. Click on the SpyOnYou link on Members-Only page. JOIN NOW for access. 0 comments -
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THE PORNOGRAPHY OF VIOLENCE Warning: this entry is littered with "etc." These are some loosely articulated thoughts I've been mulling over and want to write more about later. A lot of my defensiveness about porn stems less from thinking porn is THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD and totally harmless (which is how too many people understand my porn-positivism) and more that it's a scapegoat and unfairly targeted for criticism, legislation, etc. more than other forms of art/entertainment/media that I think are just as (if not more) dangerous, offensive, exploitative, sensationalistic, etc. than porn. The other day I read a very juicy phrase: "the pornography of disability". It was used in reference to freak shows -- the exploitation of "disability". The phrase could be applied in so many ways with so much more truth and horror than the term "pornography" by itself. This way of qualifying "pornography" gets to the meat of my defense of porn and criticism of our societal hypocrisy. The real pornography in our culture is on tv, in mainstream books, on billboards, on the radio, and shoved down our throats regardless of our age and our desire to consume the shit. Child exploitation, violence, abuse, trauma, death, all of these things are sensationalized and capitalized on in pop culture/mainstream media. But we don't call it pornography because it's not marketed as jack-off material. Whatever. Think about how many women are addicted to tv talk shows that regularly revolve around lurid tales of abuse, incest, emotional trauma, blah blah blah. Tell me that's not fueling mental wanking. We get off on that shit even if we're not masturbating to it. Hey, don't get me wrong . . . I've consumed that kind of entertainment (yes, it is ENTERTAINMENT served up as "information" and "support") too and I'm not suggesting it should be eliminated or outlawed. What I'm suggesting is that porn is not the bad guy. Especially now that the porn industry has evolved to be something that lots of "normal" people participate in (I'll bet that the "one in four women has been sexually victimized" stat is in this day and age accompanied by the "one in four women has been involved in porn as an actress, model, photographer, etc.). Anyway, I just watched these insanely graphic anti-domestic violence Canadian tv ads a few minutes ago so was thinking about this again. Frankly I think these ads are fucking "pornographic". Understandably the Television Bureau of Canada ruled against allowing them to be aired on tv. I do wonder how real abusers would respond to seeing them. My suspicion is they would either laugh or not see the connection between the actors' behaviors and their own. Personally I suspect that the only way to stop habitual abusers is to execute them. Bitch Spills Coffee in Man's Lap Bitch Corrects Man in Boardroom Meeting What do you think? Do you think airing spots like that on television is a good idea or a bad idea? Helpful or hurtful? Sensationalistic or necessary roughness? 0 comments -
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Tuesday, May 27, 2003
LOST AUDBLOG POSTS Apparently everything is back to normal between blogger and audblog -- I actually got a personal phone call from one of the audblog guys, Noah. Let me tell you -- that's the ONLY time getting an unsolicited phone call is okay . . . when someone is actually calling to resolve a problem or tell you something has been fixed. That's so impressive!! Here are the lost (now found) entries: 2003-05-25 at 09:49:39 2003-05-25 at 09:52:26 2003-05-26 at 09:06:23 0 comments -
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CUM IN HAIR I'm getting ready to log into iFriends but just realized certain strands of my hair are cum-encrusted. And you KNOW I only wash my hair once a week. I might make a special exception on the weekly hairwashing and double up while KCat is here though (they're arriving on June 1st, in case you're wondering my voracious voyeur friends). Anyway, last night I accidentally drug my hair through the spooge splatters on houseboy's belly after we "did it". So yes, in case you're wondering . . . my fears that he would die in a firey crash caused by some drunken imbecile on Memorial Day were laid to rest. He came home safe and sound but reported seeing at least one ditched car along the way. It was finally warm enough this morning to take my breakfast outside. I drank my vanilla-almond tea, enjoying the chirping of the birds and the sound of bird poop spattering on groundcover up until our neighbor decided to start up some kind of home renovation tool that interrupted the sounds of nature with a noise akin to a hyperactive six year old riding his bigwheels down a cobblestone hill. They have been driving me out of my mind lately -- they keep on burning things, sending choking plumes of smoke billowing into WebWhore Headquarters (I believe I've mentioned that our landlords have gone to great lengths to make this home completely energy INefficient so there are lots of cracks around the windows, etc.). I swear to god, sometimes it smells like they're burning maxxed-out plastic baby diapers. Other times it's like they threw used kitty litter onto the fire . . . along with the cat. Then perhaps they realize how nasty it smells and try to counteract it with a whole package of sickly sweet incense. Then it goes back to smelling more like dog shit and styrofoam. By the way, you KNOW you're not supposed to burn styrofoam and all that plastic stuff, right?? 0 comments -
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Monday, May 26, 2003
SLIGHT PARALYSIS Houseboy went off to play bingo for a birthday party for one of his bosses. In the morbid state I'm in, I'm paranoid he'll be involved in some horrible drunken holiday traffic accident (I virtually refuse to drive on the Fourth of July, Memorial Day, New Years, etc.). I really wanted him to stay home. I may have even pouted. PMS PMS PMS. On the other hand I feel sort of paralyzed by having the evening alone. I *should* work work work. But my eyes are crossing. So maybe I should just enjoy the solitude AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER. So I'm sitting here feeling totally paralyzed. Boohoo houseboy is gone. Oh my! I'm alone! I should work work work. I should play play play! Given my fragile emotional hormonal condition I am going to opt for STAYING AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER. I am going to rent a stupid movie (Maid in Manhattan is calling me), eat steaming soup, and pretend I'm on a vacation for a few hours. But having said that, why can't I tear myself away from this bloody fucking machine?? 0 comments -
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SPY PROBS Well . . . the spycams on SpyOnYou are fucked up right now, in and out . . . and few seem to be coming into chat anyway (probably because it's memorial day) sooooooooo I'm going to go outside and have some sun. I have some webwhoring pencilled in for tomorrow though: 0 comments -
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MOOD SWING Last night we fell asleep listening to an old This American Life. I finally woke up at the end of it and felt so completely happy and peaceful and safe snuggled up with houseboy -- I felt a sense of groggy elation. Utter happiness and tranquility. Then I blew out the candle burning next to our bed. Within a couple minutes somehow I was thinking about my dad again and found myself sobbing. Yes, I know it's Memorial Day . . . maybe that's where this is coming from. Yes, it will be exactly one year from now soon that he passed away. But I actually do think of him . . . well, all the time. Somehow both his loss and presence are constant companions. I probably just started bawling hard about it last night though because I am in pms mode and couldn't hold back. I watch him die over and over while I'm holding his hand. I watch him looking at me before he died . . . before I got the nurse off her lunchbreak . . . before I called my mom, my sister, and his twin. I remember how quiet it was when she shut off the oxygen. I remember more than that. Lots more that I replay over and over. Maybe I still just worry too much about . . . things. Maybe I feel too much guilt to focus on letting go. Maybe I just haven't reached the point where his life is full of more solid frequent memories than his sickness and death and the experiences associated with it. But that is the most recent thing, and it's hard. Being a child and being on the other end of the spectrum aging towards death have certain qualities. A ghostliness. Impermanence. Partial presence. A confused transitional state of being that's partially here, partially somewhere else . . . and not at all capable of fully expressing or comprehending that duality. They say confused things and don't realize until afterwards that they said them in the wrong place. Or they don't know why they said them. Only that they speak and feel and experience somewhere else too. Or maybe it's just underdeveloped (for the kids) and rotting (for the aging) brains not some otherwordly existence. After the first time my dad almost died (four years before the real thing) he became a sort of ghost. Grandpa eased into that too in the years before he died, after his brother and sister passed away. They just weren't solid anymore. They went through the motions of being alive with us but they were faded. Voices thin and without body . . . as though half of the volume of their speech was being set aside. Like having the right speaker on your stereo unplugged and only the left one projecting. I do not feel "grief" exactly for my dad or my grandpa. Maybe what I feel is grief for myself. With these two deaths I have aged too. Part of me is lost and belongs somewhere else. I feel initiated into that reverse process . . . growing up is over and I am starting to wind down too. I hope it's a long process but I feel it happening. Frequent thoughts of dead people send energy somewhere different from when you're thinking about the living people around you. It makes me feel like part of me is being sucked out -- making me lose some solidity too and become ghostlier. Another part of my own aging that I feel aware of is how settled in I am with my liabilities. You stop caring about changing yourself. This is who I am. Deal with it. I'm my parents. Deal with it. I can be unpleasant and stubborn and irrational and immature. Deal with it because it's not getting better. After this many years I can't overcome myself. You give up on certain kinds of growth and start preparing for death. You store certain things up and you throw other things out. What will I take with me and what will I leave behind. In my family I don't think we are ever packed and ready when it happens, no matter how many years of warning we had. Maybe I'm just scared that I'll never be ready. I don't think my dad or my grandpa was. They had to try to resign themselves to it at the last possible moments but they were conflicted. I know they were. Maybe I'm just fucking scared to death of losing the probable next two on the list. Maybe part of me is too aware of the wait. We're all waiting. Last night while I was crying in the dark, the dog paced around then approached me. I remember when Daddy was in the hospital the first time. After the first few nights of sleeping at the hospital I finally came home to my house and there was a cat on the porch. For a few days this cat hung around . . . kept coming over. Never saw it before or afterwards. Never had cat visitors there. Just during this really hard time it visited and wanted in. Last night the dog led me downstairs and outside at midnight. I sat on the porch weeping while she laid in the dark listening. When I finally got it out of my system and came back to bed, my head felt empty and good. 0 comments -
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FUCKING BLOGGER I am losing my enthusiasm for blogger. They dumped their discussion board, blogspot blogs have been slow as molasses, they do not respond to support emails, my last three audblog posts are out in limbo somewhere (I verified just now that the problem *wasn't* that I forgot to hang up since I did hit "one for publish" and then "two to end this call") even though I have seven audblog posts left in my account. Is it the google buyout that's making them suck? Or just plain hugeness? I am getting pissed at the lack of communication and the loss of a blogger-supported forum to communicate about tech issues with fellow bloggers. Obviously they are having issues and don't even have the decency to say "we're aware of the problem -- it's being hammered out." 0 comments -
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Sunday, May 25, 2003
THE LOST AUDBLOG ENTRIES Like a dumbass today I recorded two audio entries but somehow forgot to hang up the phone afterwards. I just set it down after I was done talking. Errrr . . . guess that messed something up because they didn't post. You've missed out on my exciting farting-in-public stories, body pump plans, and new site idea (BodyAsRind). Houseboy is downstairs cooking corn and barbecuing burgers to put on soft onion buns. Mmm!! The other night while laying in bed I started wondering what my dad looks like right now in his coffin. It's been almost a year and I started imagining his body laying in there. Watching so much Six Feet Under might be contributing to these morbid thoughts. We just watched the episode with the Gulf War Syndrome kid and I almost burst into tears watching them hand the flag to his brother. My dad's funeral was really beautiful; I treasure the memory of it. Maybe it sounds sappy and silly, but I loved having representatives from the VFW, the Navy, and the Masons all there doing their little rituals. Granted, there was something putrid the VFW guy said as part of his little speech that my sister and I had to snort at (I can't remember what it was now) . . . but the mini-ceremonies lent special significance and finality and honor to saying goodbye that I really appreciated. I remember what it felt like hearing the guns being fired; if you've never witnessed this at a funeral you have no concept of how powerful those moments are. It's so shocking and so quiet in between -- it jars all of your emotions loose. The symbolism is . . . enormous. News FLASH! Monday 3-5 pm Pacific Time. Click on the SpyOnYou link on Members-Only page. JOIN NOW for access. 0 comments -
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THE LIMITATIONS OF AMATEURITY In between not having the right clothes, not being in shape or perfect, not having fancy lighting, and not having photographic expertise taking pictures can be very daunting. Thank god for houseboy. I was in a pissy mood when he pointed out to me that a black outfit probably wouldn't show up too well with my little experimental lighting scheme for the evening. Too true. Only I didn't have any alternative attire but went shuffling through my wardrobe anyway. He ran his hand up my thigh and lightly stroked just the hair over my pussy lips. I warned him, "it's not possible to put me in a good mood, trust me." I immediately regretted saying it especially when I realized that my body did respond to his touch and started buzzing the moment he left the room. And despite my bitchy pms attitude I did actually have fun taking pictures of each other. Especially videotaping another houseboy jack-off video for Friday's update on TrixiesHouseboy.com. Yeah!!! 
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Saturday, May 24, 2003
PORNO BLOGSHARES I am the only pornographic blog being traded on Blogshares. I have no idea how Blogshares works but it looks like fun. It appears that foreign guys are the only ones who find my blog valuable. Oooh. Except my shitsniffer blog is looking cheap as hell too -- no one has classified it as pornographic yet though. 0 comments -
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QUICK NOTE Showercam & Chat today 12-2 pm Pacific Time. Click on the SpyOnYou link on Members-Only page. JOIN NOW for access. I might schedule another hour of chat or something today too. Yesterday instead of really focusing on iFriends I just caught up in chat with members. Since I have become more routinized with my spycam chats I feel like I'm not getting as many opportunities to hang out with my members. My favorite question yesterday came from one of those guys who is half asshole/half decent & entertaining fellow. He was dying to see my hairy pussy and wouldn't shuttup about it. Keep in mind that the chatroom with my spycams is meant to be a vehicle for getting to talk to each other like normal people. I don't do requests or free shows there -- it's my normal life. If I want to masturbate or whatever, I do but not by request. As soon as people come into the chatroom I have an auto-message that informs them of that. So this Yello guy comes in to see me chatting while I'm fully dressed and starts in: yello: are we gonna see some today?That was the best compliment I got all day. Even though I have only seen about 15 minutes of American Idol, I know that being like the snotty condescending asshole judge with the accent can only bode well for my future as a webwhore. 0 comments -
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Thursday, May 22, 2003
ANOTHER QUICKIE For some reason I enjoy doing updates to Houseboy's site much more than doing them to my own. I'd far rather spend hours looking at him than at myself. This week I added some stuff you will definitely never see in Playgirl: a gallery of houseboy crossdressing and a video of him peeing. I have a million thoughts going through my head and no stamina for typing them out tonight. I should try to get my "beauty sleep" (snort) in preparation for what has become my showdays: Friday and Saturday. It kind of bites because I think most of my members are out and about enjoying the weekend during these concentrated hours of chatting and showing. Personally the weekend means nothing to me -- I would rather stay home and avoid all the people running amock on their days of freedom from work. I'm going to bed now but I doubt I'll be rousing houseboy from his sleep for any roughhousing; we already had a roll in the hay after dinner and watching a few episodes of The Awful Truth. Now THERE'S something most people haven't tried: Michael Moore as an aphrodisiac. SHOW Friday 5-6 pm Pacific Time. Click on the SexCamCentral link on Members-Only page. JOIN NOW for access. I'll also be webwhoring on iFriends before that from about 1:30-4:00. 0 comments -
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QUICKIE I'd love to write more about the whole dream interpretation thing . . . but it's almost 2am and I want to get into bed with my houseboy. I got distracted working on my massage therapist's site (yes, that I have not finished after ummm. . . over a year??). After a couple of days of feeling lethargic and nonspecifically depressed my mood dramatically improved. I spent some time playing piano and singing to myself, managed to get to pilates, came home and took a tub with houseboy and had some sweet sex (by this point I felt euphorically happy) and then we went out for sushi. They had a special sushi/sashimi combo tonight that was generously portioned and soooooooooooooooooooooo fucking good. Starting out with hot salty bowls of miso, and hot salty edamame . . . then laying that soft perfect fish on our tongues . . . oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!!! The hamachi is definitely my favorite. I swoon over it. I dream of it. I know this is boring to read about, but I *really* need to exercise more. The gym is having a fucking problem with their classes filling up so I keep waking up *way* earlier than I want, driving to the gym . . . only to find out that the fucking class is full. I usually barely drag myself out of bed and am in no way prepared to substitute a stretchy meditative guided class with *ugh* aerobic exercise on one of those machines. NO way. If the class is full I go home. Needless to say, I've been taking a lot of trips to the gym the past few months and not getting *anything* out of it. Supposedly they are going to add some more classes to meet the demand. They fucking better or I'm going to freak out. But I should also try to get up earlier, have a snack, and be ready to jump on one of those horrid machines too. Anyway, I do feel a lot better when I get a little dose of exercise away from the computer. 0 comments -
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Wednesday, May 21, 2003
DEATH DREAMS I'm having a lot of dead-family-members dreams. Maybe because the one-year anniversary of my dad's death is coming up on June 5th? They're the kind of dreams that involve sobbing, weeping, and gnashing of teeth. Last night it was my sister who died (this is just about the worst possible nightmare). I went to a church who had some mystical ritualistic way of getting back together with your dead loved one. Something about me burying her a certain way, and then burying myself too. Here's a repost of a pic of my dad that my mom had the funeral home include on their website:  I thought it was cool of them and her to say "fuck" propriety. Speaking of funerals, death & propriety, Houseboy and I have been watching the first season of Six Feet Under. I LOVE it. They've done an amazing job of telling stories with sympathy from multiple competing perspectives. Families dealing with death & stress are fucking fascinating. Anyway, maybe this is why I'm having the death dreams. Watching the pilot and first few episodes freshened up a lot of difficult memories. I feel really tired. I want to sleep and NOT dream. I'm sick of it. I feel like getting some pills that will knock me out for a couple of days. But I know that I'd probably feel better & sleep better if I just exercised more. I have the worst time balancing all-the-things-that-need-to-be-done. I've also been having a few cat nightmares too. It used to be all my savage animal dreams revolved around dogs and/or lions (sometimes alligators, crocodiles, dolphins, and other seafaring animals). In the cat dreams the kitties are so sweet. The sweet nightmare cat curls up around my shoulders, neck, or arms. I pet it but am hyperaware of my cat allergies and know soon I will suffer for its presence. Then when I try to gently remove the cat it digs its claws and/or teeth into my skin. The cat won't let go of me. I try to rip its grip off/out of my skin but it's clinging and firmly embedded tooth & claw into my skin. Mildly put, this is not pleasant experience. 0 comments -
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Tuesday, May 20, 2003
THREE IN THE MORNING Okay -- so after staying up way too late fucking with The Human Condition (my live365 radio station) houseboy woke up and made us tea. Then we made out and I thought I was too sleepy to really do more than that. But after we got into a nice lazy position with him on his side, me on my back with one leg slung over his hip and the other intertwined between his legs I found myself rubbing my clit with his cock inside me. I like this position because it gives me a lot of control and I love squeezing my pussy muscles instead of actually doing a lot of in-and-out. Eventually he wound up shooting an impressive jet of cum onto my bush and belly which got mixed up with my own goo as I kept rubbing my clit. It was making those super messy pussy noises until I came and then got on top of him and came some more and he came again and a good time was had by all. I am addicted to this radio thing. The quality seems kind of poor though and I wonder if it's because the mp3's are coded to be broadcast at a lower speed (I didn't want to exclude people with slow connections). Plus a couple of the songs are missing endings. Oh well. I'll have to wait and fix that after I get my real work finished. Ummm . . . that might be "never". One of my favorite moments in my current playlist is when Reverend Horton Heat's cover of Folsom Prison Blues is followed by Junior Brown's "Highway Patrol". Yes, I delight in putting tunes together like that. 0 comments -
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BLOGSPOT PROBLEMS You're not the only one getting "page cannot be displayed" when you hit this page or other blogspot blogs. Usually if you hit refresh once or twice, the blog WILL load. But it sucks and I've ranted to the blogger people. If they don't fix it soon I'll move my blog off blogspot (but there are a lot of hassles associated with that including notifying everyone to change their links to me -- it's not just a pain for me, it's a nuisance for other people too). So yeah, I keep checking to see if anyone has been listening to "The Human Condition" (I should probably change the name to something stupid like "Trixie Radio" or something). Seriously though -- many of the songs are fun and recognizable. And even if you don't like my station there are tons of other good ones at live365. 0 comments -
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MY RADIO STATION So it's three in the morning and I just "wasted" a few hours & over fifty bucks starting my live365 radio station. I know I should be working on other things and saving money but . . . I justified it by telling myself that I don't know any other webwhores with a radio station. And that's kind of cool . . . isn't it? Plus I had about $50 that I never anticipated getting from a would-be money-slave as a penalty for the spelling mistakes he made in his emails to me. I know I should probably spend the money on dominant beautiful bitch . . . stuff. But instead I spent it in a way that exemplifies that I'm more like a geeky slave myself than a I can't wait to add more stuff to my playlist. Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh, and before you say, "why the FUCK aren't you using the live365 venue to advertise TastyTrixie.com??" Well because it's against their motherfucking rules. Which I can understand. I have been really loving listening to Live365. I think it's a really important platform. 0 comments -
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Monday, May 19, 2003
JACK BLACK'S SEXUAL ESSENCE I don't know what it is or why it is . . . but Jack Black is sexy. Like most dorkily attractive-in-the-right-light comedians (ex. Jim Carrey) I wonder if he'd just be way too out-of-control in real life for that sexiness to transcend what is probably an obnoxiously intolerable presence. I think the appeal with Jack Black is he is so defiantly UNcool and not in a way that shouts, "I have an axe to grind against the beautiful people." Plus he's super expressive. And then there was his cover of "Let's Get it On" in High Fidelity. Take a look at these pictures of Jack Black. I already masturbated to the one where he's in the tub. The blue tuxedo pis with the white gloves are next on my list. 0 comments -
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ON MY WAY I'm on my way to Pilates but here's when I'll be in chat today (err wait -- I'm changing News Flash to tomorrow): Showercam & Chat 12-2 pm Pacific Time. News FLASH! Tuesday 2:30-4:30 pm Pacific Time Click on the SpyOnYou link on Members-Only page. JOIN NOW for access. 0 comments -
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Sunday, May 18, 2003
(YET ANOTHER) NEW LOOK Yes, I am slaving away to try to make TastyTrixie.com look better. Using my extremely limited attention span and even more limited knowledge of photoshop I hope to give my site a look I can be proud of and easily augment as my skills with graphics & design grow. Then I can branch out and do more niche-targeted tours but FUCK . . . I want the main tour to be an accurate representation of me without driving people away (not sure if it's possible to achieve both of those goals). 
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Saturday, May 17, 2003
"THE FEMALE BODY AS FASHION" You'd think as a feminist I would come across tons of really offensive porn sites and would come to my blog, my little place in the universe where my freakish opinion matters, and rail against the evils of porn. Fuck that. Porn rarely offends me. Instead it's bullshit like this that really fucking torques me. Read it carefully and marvel at the self-congratulatory misogyny these grrrrrrrrr FUCKERS are spouting . . . and they think they're "respecting" women in the process!!: Would you like to live in a world where female beauty and the gorgeous creatures who share it with us are respected and admired, where they are encouraged and rewarded for showing you their wonderful bodies, and where you are one of the good guys? I would like to give them a taste of my own vision. FUCKERS!!! Is it my imagination or are these fuckers scarily confused about what it means to be a woman?? And what it means to RESPECT women?? Then they boast that, "you will not find pornography on Body in Mind". No, instead you'll find the most patently offensive affront to women I've seen on the internet so far. Artists and their misconceptions. Thanks for doing womankind so many favors 0 comments -
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