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So, gee what a shocker, it’s raining again. We were going to take a drive “up north” (which, around here, apparently is a general euphemism for getting the hell out of the city) and see if we could find a nice secluded spot to shoot some smoking stuff, and then drop in on some friends of Joe’s. The drop-on is still technically possible, but if we do any pix, I’ll guess we’ll have to do it from under umbrellas.
We went out to dinner last night to help another friend celebrate her birthday. The lucky recipient of our appetites (such as they were) was Steak Frites, downtown in Old Montreal. To tell you the truth, I was not terribly impressed. The food was good enough to warrant eating it, but not so great that I wanted to absolutely gorge myself. Which I suppose is a good thing, but if all I wanted was to satisfy a gnawing in the tummy, I’d cook for myself. More enjoyable was just hanging with our friends and meeting theirs. This is a chick (she’s the gf of one of Joe’s best friends, to be exact) I’ve seen about 4 times now, perhaps, and each time we hang out, I like her more and more, which is something of a relief as we’ll be spending a week aboard a ship with her.
And yeahhhh, speaking of that ship, most of you know we’ll be off on the 20th for that 7-day cruise I’ve mentioned. It’s hard to believe it’s only a week away — I remember thinking when Joe first told me about it, that it was “eons away” (seemed that way anyway), and of course being me, I’m stuttering back and forth on the knife edge of excitement and nervousness.
Excitement, because….well….it’s a CRUISE! Out of the country! Down south! To neat places, hopefully with sunnier weather than what we’ve had here (not to mention, hopefully cleaned up and in full recuperation mode after three hurricanes passing through our exact itinerary). And one of those places may make possible the acquisition of an actual Voodoo doll! So be nice to me. Heh.
Nervousness, because…well, that’s just me. I’m an impossibly set-in-my-ways Virgo and face even the most pleasant prospects with a degree of nervousness. My absolute favorite person in the world could be coming over to do my most favorite THING in the world, and I’d still be nervous. I get nervous when my parents come over and I LIKE them. It’s just me, although “nervousness” probably isn’t the correct term for it. More of a free-floating anxiety with which I greet every change to my rigid little schedule, even pleasant ones. St. John’s Wort takes care of it nicely, and I’m sure it will distill itself down to simple anticipation, once we’re underway.
And no, I haven’t watched Titantic since we found out we’re going. And don’t plan to. Not that I think we’re facing any such similar fate. After all, despite the idiotic situations and questionable characters I’ve associated myself with over the years, I’ve gotten out of it all and away from them all without a scratch which indicates I apparently have a pretty good-sized horseshoe up my ass. (And you thought I just walked funny.) Still, I do know better than to add to the clutter of what’s already in my head, buzzing around and likely to render me sleepless for the next week.
One thing on our minds has been the concern that Joe’s going to feel too shitty to really enjoy himself. As I think I’ve told some of you, we’re about 90% sure that he’s got Crohn’s Disease (Google it, if you don’t know what it is, although I’d be surprised considering its prevalence. EVERYONE we know either has it, or colitis, or IBS, or knows someone that does). Basically (from what we understand) that seems to mean his immune system is treating his gastro-intestinal system as a transplanted organ that should be eliminated at all costs and he feels just plain awful most of the time. We’ve researched, talked to other people, and he’s had test after test after test — we’re now one away from getting a proper diagnosis — but in our hearts, we sort of know what we’re going to hear. There are other cases beginning to reveal themselves amongst other family members too, which sucks for them, but has been oddly relieving (to me at least, although this is not something I’d wish on anyone).
The good news is, that if he does end up feeling crappy on our vacation, well…we’ll be on a very large ship, that looks very comfortable and where there will be very little he’ll HAVE to do. If he needs to lay around for a week straight, he’ll totally be able to do that and will be just as happy to see me off running about with Jerusha (the chick whose birthday we celebrated). Joe is the sort to whom “being there” when he’s sick usually means chill out, be pleasant, leave him be and spare him any obsessive worrying or serious discussion. Keeping him supplied with movies and cigarettes is his preferred sort of nursing.
Ok, and the odd bit of lazy sex during which he can get away with moving as little as possible.
And what impact might this all have on our little porn empire and our performance therein? Well, we’ve been dealing with it for months now, what impact have you detected, if any?
We’re still fucking like dogs whenever we’re up for it (which is at least once a week), we still shoot on a regular basis both for my sites and for his, and aside from my recommendation that, should you catch The Man on the BathroomCam, you piss right off, we don’t feel it’s impacted our viewers/fans a great deal at all.
Our output of content and raw fucking hasn’t gone down a bit (yesterday being a case in point when he decided a good dose of every Female-Fantasy Foreplay action he could think of, followed by good long hard pussy-pounding was the solution to my confession that I was stressed). From a SpyCam viewer and porn fan standpoint, not a lot has changed for you guys, and this is all without any real clinical management of his condition yet. Until he gets that diagnosis, right now the only thing we can do for him is make sure he eats right and keeps his stress levels down.
So yeah, it’s all good, and this is still what we do, what we love to do and have every intention of continuing to do. And you should totally be there with us for it all because we’re still producing some hot as fuck stuff.
And speaking of what we do, DO join me for a shower via the BathroomCam, boys and girls, because I DO believe I’ve babbled at you quite enough for one Sunday.
Mina xoxoox
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