Monday, March 16, 2009
A Very Distinguished Gentleman (PICS)
We very much enjoyed having Kris Madison
and company over this weekend, including her pug:
We indulged in the finest pizza, quiche and naughty treats from McDonalds, played birthday games, saw Coraline
(delightful), talked sex, introduced Kris to Deep Space Nine, and didn't get QUITE enough sleep (WELL worth it).
I also got enough work done that I feel carpal-tunnel-syndromey in my right wrist, but not enough done that I'm not panicking right now since tomorrow we've got chat and shows lined up for members to celebrate my birthday
and St. Patrick's Day and I'm still trying to finish a members-only update and eleven promotional galleries I meant to send to affiliates way BEFORE St. Pat's.My show tomorrow (the 17th) is at 4 pm (PACIFIC TIME), Delia's is at 6, and my members-only birthday chat is from 7 to 8:30. If you can't make that one, there's another one on Saturday from 4 to 5:30 to possibly draw/determine the winners of the make-me-blonde thing (which, after last week's terrifyingly low sales (a subject for another blog entry), will be the only way I can afford to make that shiny transition. There is hope for you yet, redhead and brunette lovers!
Labels: dog, friends, mundane, pets, PHOTOS, work
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Wind & Sun in Winter (PICS)
We lost power at our house for a couple of seconds today because of the wind; it almost seems freakier when the sun's out and it's blowing than if the skies were dark and ominous. Blue skies + windstorms = the pink goth of weather.
Though we live northwest of/near Seattle, the weather is totally different here with a lot less rain. We're lucky to have big windows facing south so in January and February we can sunbathe naked. Inside, unless you have fur:
I took these pictures in our backyard after going to the store where the power was out. According to the locals I heard talking, part of town was out of electricity because a transformer blew, a tree fell/knocked down lines, AND someone crashed a car into a pole. Our wind is a force to be reckoned with!
Next month we're planning to spend some time shooting closer to my hometown, in the area where (some of) Twin Peaks
was filmed. I really wanted to commission someone to sew a waitress costume to mimic the ones they wore at the diner in the series, but I messed up the specs on the auction I created and didn't want to pay for something four months in advance of a time that would be too late for the look/time of year I wanted. Maybe next year. For now we'll try to capture a little of the vibe/local color without being crazily ambitious. Someday I would love to have the resources to get a bunch of our friends and fellow-Peaks-fans together for a couple of weeks to shoot some tribute porn. Someday.
Labels: dog, dreams, goals, husky, mundane, nature, Pacific Northwest, pets, photography, PHOTOS, seasons, Seattle, television, weather
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
I've never been a big fan of snow, but now that I work at home it's growing on me since I don't have to drive in it. Living in the Seattle area we don't get a lot of snow so it's always cause for excitement around here. It doesn't usually last long, either, so I'm really happy we had a chance to go out and shoot in it.
The window of opportunity for snowy, seasonal pics is actually still open; it's been snowing most of today. Here's a shot of our dog from one of our spycams a few hours ago:
Anyway, the rest of the photos are up for my members
and we've got two outdoor spycams running today; we're going to walk downtown through the snow now to run some errands.
Labels: body hair, dog, nature, Pacific Northwest, pets, PHOTOS, seasons, Seattle, spycams
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Back from the Beach
We're home from our three night beach trek and had a lovely time, even if we didn't get to see the meteor shower because we had almost continuous grey skies.
I'm not complaining about the greyness -- it was super relaxing with the white noise of the ocean paired with the visual fog.
Here's what we did: drove, ate mostly junk food, WALKED AND WALKED AND WALKED (to the point where our poor old dog was even tired out), shot a few sets of nudey pics, shot photos recreationally, "swam" (more like played in the water like kids letting the waves crash into us) and had a blast last night at the campground roasting hot dogs and marshmallows.
Here's what I did not do: sleep well.
All in all it was splendid.
Now? I'm pretty tired, but excited to be blogging in bed with MY NEW LAPTOP! I'm going to have to get Zone Alarm (or some other security software: recs anyone?) before I take it places away from home, but I'm super happy to finally have a machine I can blog and write on that's not a dinosaur or hooked up to cams (though it does have the built-in cam I still need to add/subtract a lot of software and stuff to this machine before I log it in anywhere). Anyway, it's romantic to finally have a laptop that I can use the way other people use theirs. I doubt you'll see me haunting coffee shops on a regular basis, but I like knowing I *could* quickly pack up and do some work or even hold chat sessions elsewhere for a change of pace.
I love the smell of new electronic gadgetry. Mmmmmm . . .
Labels: dog, memories, mundane, nature, Pacific Northwest, pets, PHOTOS
Monday, May 12, 2008
I'm in a funk right now, mostly owing to PMS. The weather has been a bit gloomy; even when it's sunny out there's a shadow of oppressive darkness hanging around. See how it's crushing our dog? Tiny purple weed flowers growing close to the ground. You don't even feel like stretching.
Here's the latest on not being pregnant and what we're doing about it
How about some movie-talk? We saw Iron Man
. We went into it prepared for the bad aspects; it was a ridiculous blockbuster MOVIE-movie, and we needed that for the mindless entertainment factor. I loved the metal King Kong and the flying-against-the-fighter-jets scenes. It was nowhere near a V for Vendetta type of flick, but it's still special to see a big movie in the theater with a lefty storyline. One annoying detail sticks out in my mind above all others: armpits. Was it my imagination, or were his armpits shaved after supposed months in captivity? If so, gross. That's the epitome of a fucked-up dose of contemporary unreality.
I definitely think we should all thank our lucky stars Robert Downey Jr. got the title role instead of Cage or Cruise. He's been wank material for me since I was a teen watching Less Than Zero
when James Spader made him get on his knees and suck some cock to pay for drugs. I so wish that scene was hardcore or even just a minute longer (since it wasn't I relied heavily upon the straight scenes for "inspiration"). I loved Secretary
and all, but I'd really rather have seen a long redux of that interrupted BJ scene. Maybe this time it could have been Jake instead of Maggie joining RDJ to perform sweaty, tear-stained head on some large coked-up stallion. Robert, you STILL have the most lickable, greasy eyelids in film. And I will never forget the way you told us you were getting "chubby" in Shortcuts.If you want a sense of what my days have been like lately, check here.
Labels: dog, husky, memories, movies, mundane, Pacific Northwest, pets, PHOTOS, TURN ONS
Sunday, March 02, 2008
When I woke up in the middle of the night to pee, I looked for our dog, Nico, before I stepped out of bed; she likes to sleep sprawled out RIGHT NEXT TO ME on the floor so between her and my nightstand, I have to perform circus tricks to get out of bed without stepping on her.
All that was on the floor in Nico's usual spot was a pillow and a blanket that had fallen off me. Then, because I'm a dipshit, I felt I needed to go looking for her in her dog bed; she wasn't there either. I found her at the foot of the bed, lying very still (the way most living creatures do in the middle of the night).
I don't know when it started, but I've developed an irrational need to make sure people and dogs are still breathing in the middle of the night. I think I started doing it when Delia was still drinking and then it got worse when my nephew was born. Or maybe it was all those years of my dad being sick and watching him die; seeing how easy it could be to just stop breathing without anyone noticing. Also, Nico is getting old; I think she's fourteen now. Anyway, I feel compelled to pop out my earplugs and hover to see if the object of my concern is still breathing, getting close to look for a rising and falling chest or the soft sound of exhalations. My loved ones are apt to wake up to my face in theirs, inquiring once I've woken them up, "are you alive?" Duh. Are you crazy?
It was hard to see last night, so I put my hand on Nico's chest. She didn't flinch or move even a tiny bit. Her thick fur felt cool under my hand. I couldn't feel ANY movement and feared she wasn't breathing so I rubbed her a little. NO RESPONSE. It was like she'd been dead for an hour or two! Then her hind legs relaxed a little bit, but I thought it was just because she wasn't stiff yet and I'd moved her.
I woke Delia up by shrieking, "honey I think Nico's dead!"
Delia woke up and crawled to the end of the bed as I told her I couldn't feel her breathing and she wasn't moving. She gently put her hand on Nico's chest and belly, too and couldn't feel anything so she sharply said, "NICO!" and snapped her fingers.
Nico came back to life, then. It was like magic. She lifted her head and shifted her body to a "should I get up now?" position. Delia flopped back to sleep, I went pee, and when I got back from the bathroom I still couldn't believe Nico hadn't been dead. I felt like she came back to life just because we love her. She was standing at the foot of the bed looking at me; instead of going back to sleep right away, I held out my hand to her so she would come to me and I stayed awake petting her until she settled down to sleep by me. Her body is so little under all of that fur.
You would think I could stop myself from doing these breath-tests by reminding myself I'm being crazy. No one is going to just die in their sleep, at least not anyone who was perfectly healthy the night before. But I don't really believe that so the only way I can stop myself is to tell myself if they're dead, what can you do about it? Just go to sleep and take care of it in the morning.
I'm not kidding. That's the only line of reasoning that sometimes works on my three am head. But mostly I figure there's no harm in checking so I do. But there IS harm, when I imagine someone's dead even when they're alive and make my heart start pounding and wake up other people to verify. It's embarrassing and weird.
I cannot sleep in the same room as our nephew anymore because I just stay awake listening to him breathing. If I manage to fall asleep, I still keep waking up with compulsions to listen and check. He's not a tiny baby anymore so the crib death thing isn't really an issue, I'm just painfully aware of his mortality. His and mine and everyone's, I guess.
Labels: anxiety, death, dog, family, fears, mortality, pets, relationships
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
I feel like winter is over.
Whenever my sister's dog (a border collie) comes over, he always pops our dog's inflatable round things with his long teeth. Here's one of the punctured holiday remnants now wilting in the sun.
I have so much blogging I want to do, but instead of writing about anything important I've been soothing myself with trivia. Here are some entries I've made on other blogs that you may have missed:Bad CrampsBabes with (anal) Beads
A few posts on Trixie Blows
And of course, the always mundane Daily Trixie
Labels: dog, links, memories, Pacific Northwest, pets, PHOTOS, seasons, things I treasure
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Snow on the Mountains
Because I'm always raving about the beautiful light and view we have, here is PART of our view of the Olympics:
We were hoping to shoot photos inside using exactly that southern light today, but it was actually all wrong and coming in at the wrong angle so my legs would have been in blaring bright light while my body and face would have been shadowed. We're going to wait and shoot with artificial light when the sun goes down. I wish our yard were as private as it looks in these photos, because we'd totally be shooting our asses off outside (snow on the "mountains" would be a great titty gallery):
When we had to scrap our daytime indoor shoot plans, we backed up to trying to go somewhere to shoot outside, but I had to scrap that plan, too; every outfit I tried on that included practical shoes (because it's icy outside even though the snow's almost all melted away) made me look like a bloated marshmallow. So we're just waiting to utilize the one tidy area we have in our house this evening and I am doing other work until the sun goes down. If our house were crystal clean we'd have more options, but ummmm . . . it's not. We'll have to work on that tomorrow or something.
Labels: dog, mundane, Pacific Northwest, pets, photography, PHOTOS, snow, work
Monday, January 28, 2008
Just a quick post with pictures of our dog, Nic0, in the snow this morning, and a heads-up that we have a chat session scheduled with members tonight
at 7 pm (Pacific; 10 pm Eastern) in our members-only chatroom.
Playing with her Dora ball:Delia
did have a show scheduled tonight (and last night) but both had to be canceled due to my cycle's unpredictability/us still trying to get pregnant, so she wanted to do a members-only chat session instead (which I am looking forward to).
The top things on my agenda for today are getting some exercise, then getting pretty and shooting some photos for members. I would also dearly love to do some more blogging, but I don't know if there will be time for that. Getting ready and doing our shoots could take up the majority of the day.
Labels: announcements, chat, dog, Pacific Northwest, pets, PHOTOS, snow, webcam shows
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Stage Names & Tidbits
STAGE NAMES & TIDBITS
Yesterday I accidentally spoke my legal name (first AND last) aloud over our spycams when I forgot to turn the audio off before making a phone call. Fittingly, the phone call was to our cable company in hopes of fattening our internet pipe so that we can broadcast MORE spycams, faster (so people can overhear even more of the goings-on in our house).
FYI: though I'm not super-uptight about a few voyeurs knowing my legal names, it's not an invitation for people who know me as Trixie to address me as anything other
than Trixie (or "Trix" OR even "stupid ugly cunthole" - even that would be preferable to people puncturing my webwhore bubble by assuming a level of familiarity I've not expressly solicited). There are actually quite a few members, past and present, who know my "real" name, and they've done a great job of earning my trust by respecting that Trixie is my chosen name for my webwhore-related interactions.
Having said that, there *have* been a couple of times where people used my birth name online to put me in an uncomfortable place trying to show me that they knew something they weren't supposed to. It was like they wanted me to know I couldn't get away with "fooling" them. Also, there have been people who are hell-bent on knowing my "real" name, repeatedly trying to drag it out of me; anyone who seems to think he NEEDS to know my birth name is someone I don't want to have that information. For one thing, "Trixie" is just as real a name to me as the one my parents gave me because I gave mySELF this name. I really detest anyone who acts like the name I gave myself is inherently fake or phony. Plus, someone who doggedly refuses to acknowledge the importance of having a stage name just for privacy's sake in this industry is someone I don't want to deal with -- they are the people who give whores good reason to protect their identities and keep them separate from their family lives.
Someone trying to convince me to tell him my real name once tried to appeal to my sense of fairness by saying, "but if I join your site, then you'll know *MY* name and personal information so I should know yours, too!" Wow -- and by his logic, when he joins my site and gets to see and hear inside MY HOME, it would only be fair for me to see and hear inside HIS home. Using his rationale I would apparently be justified in using the name and address associated with his credit card to go to his house and spy on him and his family and maybe google his name to find out where he works since, after all, he gets to spy on ME while I am working, right?
Of course not. That way of thinking is ALL WRONG. Anyway, the product I sell isn't "fairness" -- it's FANTASY. Sure, I pride myself on offering a more authentic and less fictionalized version of the porn fantasy, but I don't enter into a reciprocal relationship with my customers. It's not like, "you show me your credit card, I'll show you mine." No, it's an exchange and I set the terms. If private information like my birth name were to be for sale, I would SELL it as such. For like, five million dollars since it would pretty much be a one-time deal because anyone who thinks that information is too juicy for me to deserve to keep it under wraps would probably post it all over the internet anyway and I wouldn't be able to sell that information again. And because I would want to make the point that YES, I DO think my private information is worth more than yours, and if you're hell bent on stalking me to get more out of me than I offer professionally, you owe me the kind of money that will afford bodyguards, a nice home security system and a really lovely arsenal.
It's not that I don't understand being curious and it's not that I think that kind of curiosity is pathologically dangerous -- it's not the curiosity that bothers me, it's the disrespect shown in trying to SATISFY that curiosity. In the example of the guy who thought that since I could look up his real name in my system that he should get to know mine, it's like he was trying to take me down a peg by getting me to say something like, "gosh, you're right! What, do I think I'm *better* than you? No, I'm just an untrustworthy whore trying to exploit you with my fake identity and shouldn't be trusted with your personal information without handing over an even more literal pound of flesh than the ones on display in my members-area. Who do I think I am, using my fraudulent porn persona to extract your personal information? Before you waste twenty dollars to see my life's work since 2002 I need to make sure we're even-Steven and I've been properly subjugated by your superior will." These guys with their sense of entitlement scare me, but not enough that I won't confirm their worst nightmare: YES, I NOT ONLY *THINK* I AM BETTER THAN YOU, I *KNOW* THAT I AM BETTER THAN YOU. How do I know? By your horribly ill-mannered invasiveness, that's how I know.
Oh, and I ALSO KNOW THAT THE VAST MAJORITY OF MY CUSTOMERS ARE BETTER THAN YOU, TOO, BECAUSE THEY DON'T PESTER ME IN THIS SOCIALLY RETARDED MANNER AND EVEN IF THEY DO KNOW SOME OF MY "SECRETS" THEY DON'T TRY TO RUB MY NOSE IN IT.T I D B I T S
*Good news: Nico (our dog) doesn't have a tumor; she had weed seeds that burrowed into her skin and became infected and swollen. Apparently this is a fairly common thing that happens to outside-dogs in the summer. The vet extracted the little buggers and prescribed some antibiotics, so all is well!
*Good news: I recently lost a few pounds. Bad news: I think I lost them off of my boobs. I guess that's what happens when you go off the pill.
*We bought a new printer last week and I still haven't had a chance to figure out where to put it or even just unpack it and smell it's new-machine smell. It's a photo printer, so maybe now we'll be able to sell 8x10's (there seems to be a niche demand for autographed 8x10's of webwhores, fyi).
Labels: body parts, customer relations, mundane, natural boobs, pets, privacy, spycams, stage names, voyeurism
Monday, August 06, 2007
Bonnie Gave me Second Life
BONNIE GAVE ME SECOND LIFE
I woke up this morning to an email with an interview request from Bonnie Ruberg
of The Village Voice. We're going to talk tomorrow on the phone, and in the meantime I thought I should browse around and get to know a wee bit more about her.
After reading this lovely newbie guide to getting a sexy Second Life
and her woeful tale of having an ugly avatar
, I decided to give it a brief trial. The software is downloading now. My name is Trixie Offcourse. If I become addicted I'll no doubt create an alternate male persona who will be a horrid cad with a very large swollen member he tries to stick into everything.
We had sex this morning. I'll try to make a post about that over on the FertileTrixie blog
Our dog has another tumor. Delia just spotted it today and our vet has no openings until tomorrow so we're just trying to keep her from worrying it too much; she's already got a couple of spots of bloody pus where she may have a couple little punctures. We hope it's just some benign old-dog fatty-tumour thing they'll be able to remove easily.
My sister, brother-in-law, and nephew are spending the night tonight before they go off on a hike. Voyeurs: some of our cams may be down or obscured or without audio during that time, for example in our bedroom if we decide to all climb into bed so we can introduce them to the splendid show, Ice Road Truckers
. I didn't know the TV people could possibly come up with another "documentary" featuring people who'd feel even more familiar to me than the guys on The Deadliest Catch
, but here they've done it! In case you didn't know, my stepdad was a long-haul truck driver.
Labels: family, pets, Second Life, television
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Taken on Sunday night, around midnight:
We half-planned to do a nudie shoot in the moonlight last night, but scrapped that in favor of cuddling and going to sleep much earlier than we would have if we'd have trekked somewhere to shoot. Also, I wanted to have as much energy as possible for my planned-at-the-last-minute trip to Seattle today to help celebrate my sister's birthday. Delia's not coming with me since Cedar and I are going to spend the majority of our day at a spa. Not just any spa, either; I intend to use all of their hot rooms and hot pools to the full extent of their heat-giving capacities before I get pregnant since I won't be allowed to steam or sauna or hot-tub it once I'm "with child" (or rapidly dividing cells or whatever).
Anyway, I think I'm going to try to set aside as many days surrounding the full moon next month as possible for shooting, and try not to have any distractions heaped up on those days. Even with it being July, the wind can be biting here in the middle of the night so if we ARE going to get some nude or partially nude moonlight sets, we only have a couple of months to do it without it being too cold to be fun. Also, we don't really know what we're doing in terms of taking the pictures and having them actually turn out, so I can't really count on being able to use any of the pictures anyway.
I'll be back home either tonight (late) or (probably) tomorrow. Must get as much squishy nephew cuddling as possible. Maybe being around the cutest one-year-old in the whole wide world will boost my fertility.
Labels: family, full moon, mundane, night photography, pets, PHOTOS
Friday, July 20, 2007
Same Time, Different Day
SAME TIME, DIFFERENT DAY
Tonight I decided to follow-up this post
by taking more pictures at the same time of night (about nine) in the same place (our backyard). It started sprinkling as I shot these:
You can tell by the way the trees lean that we live in a windy place:
She probably wishes I'd brush her instead of taking her picture. It's July, after all, and she's shedding a lot.
I woke up this morning with a foul PMS temper and went to the gym with a headache, but felt better afterwards. I even had a splendid two-orgasm show. Following that, I got some crap at McDonald's, some Little Schoolboy cookies, and a celebrity gossip magazine. I felt guilty about crawling into bed to enjoy those things, and even guiltier about extending my afternoon laze-around junkfood fest for what seemed like a really long time. I stopped
feeling guilty, though, when I looked at my Twitter
and realized I AM NOT A LAZY ASS. It's perfectly normal and okay for a person to relax and eat crap on a Friday afternoon for a few hours.
After I came to that realization I actually felt invigorated, happy, and focused (might have been the caffeine in the extra-dark chocolate on the Little Schoolboys). Since then I've gotten a lot of housework and photo editing done. I haven't responded to any email that's been stacking up, but whatever.
It's almost midnight, but I'm still looking forward to making some dinner.
Labels: mundane, Pacific Northwest, pets, PHOTOS, weather
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
I stepped outside tonight, just after
nine, to a perfect July fog. The air was warm and damp, like it had healing powers better than anything in an asthmatic's nebulizer.
It's been steamy, even with rain the past two nights. For the past week or two we've slept with the window cracked and a fan sucking in cool air from outside, and, speaking of asthma, all sorts of allergens. I've been sneezing a lot more than usual.
The dog and I bring in sharp little weed seeds that cling to my pants and her fur. She rubs against the side of our bed and deposits them on the flannel sheets. I think I should spend tomorrow's twilight on the deck, slowly pulling seeds off of my pant legs. One by one. Extracting their barbs from my fuzzy socks, being nebulized.
It's funny to me, taking pictures. These don't look like tonight. They certainly don't SMELL like tonight. They're one good thing, and being there was another; I'm not sure if I look at these ten years from now if I'll remember the truth of the air's density and the way the skin on my face and hands was breathing for me.
You know how much I love being inside, in bed or in front of a glowing monitor. Maybe because I do spend so much time indoors it's easy for me to be lured away by damp layers of fog and dense natural light. I feel like I could be happier with less trying, wading in waves of dying July weeds.
Then again, I love coming back inside and savoring the memory of it, trying to preserve it because I always need help remembering how to breathe, not trying so hard.
Tomorrow we're going to be gone during the day - therapy, you know. I think I'll post my update tomorrow instead of tonight. For one thing, I had my heart set on shooting a "muffin top
" gallery. I'd never heard of the term until we saw that commercial for I don't know what, and I thought it was so cute (and have always thought these "muffin tops" are cute regardless of what other people seem to think about the flesh spillage) that I wanted to take pictures of my own.
It turns out I don't have a fluffy muffin top.
Except in the front -- I'm very bakery in the front but on the sides and in the back? There's no good overflow, which is where I wanted it to be. SO sad. Using the elliptical machine with the arm-thingies seems to have pared down my sides and backphat so most of what I'm left with is concentrated exactly in my paunchy gut. I might have realized sooner I'm not a muffin top girl, but I hardly ever wear my jeans because they're uncomfortable BECAUSE my gut is so disproportionately distended. Whatever. Better luck with the next idea.
Labels: health, mundane, Pacific Northwest, pets, PHOTOS
Friday, April 13, 2007
I Love Long Socks!
I LOVE LONG SOCKS!
I'm in love with long socks!
Full Gallery appearing NOW in my Members-Only area.
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I thought it important I post some eye candy to mitigate the bitch damage done in my recent entries. I'm making a concerted effort not to be an asshole today, and so far nothing has tested my patience so it's been pleasant. I spent my morning doing a little work, chatting with members and vacuuming (a meditative salve for the stressed-out spirit), then my afternoon was spent lunching (sushi roll and seaweed salad!) exercising (Dance Dance Revolution!), and showering. Tucker
made a lovely steak dinner then we went to the store for snacks where we picked up a small bouncy ball for our own amusement and the dog's (more relaxing tonic for the nerves: watching Tucker and Nico playing outside with a ball). And now, Jesus H. Christ, it's night time.
Other accomplishments: shopped for and bought a new blonde wig for Delia
, did some costume planning for our next shoot, pooped (twice!), went to the bank, replied to some emails, and concocted some promotional materials. I also drafted twenty-seven blog entries and fifteen podcasts . . . in my head.
Labels: fetishes, goals, health, mundane, pets, PHOTOS