Bated Breath

The Post I'd Never Thought I'd Write

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 12 Dec 2006 03:14:00 +0000

I've been doing a great deal of thinking about the state of this blog, and I've come to the conclusion that I can no longer keep it up. So many wonderful things have happened in my life lately, and for now, I want to focus on those things because they make me happy. That's not to say that this hasn't given me a great deal of joy over the past year, but other things simply take precedence at the moment.

To every one of you who have brightened my day by stopping by, I want to thank you. Your friendship and support has meant more to me than you'll probably ever know. And though I won't be writing any more, you can be sure that I'll still be keeping track of all of you.

Take care of yourselves. I'll miss you.

So, for one last time...

XOXOX,

Trixie

Not-So-Immaculate Conception

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 01 Dec 2006 17:46:00 +0000

Am I the only one who finds this HILARIOUS? The 16 year-old girl who plays the Virgin Mary in the upcoming movie, Nativity Story, is KNOCKED UP.

I know I said I wouldn't post til the 18th, but I couldn't help myself.

Don't Hate Me Because I'm Busy

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 27 Nov 2006 06:00:00 +0000

Well, I hate to say it, but I've got waaaay too much on my plate at the moment to even think about coming up with something creative. Between a truckload of work and preparing for an upcoming vacation (yes, another one), I just won't have the time to post. I'd rather take a few weeks off than put up something ass-numbingly dull and insult your intelligence.

So, as it stands, don't expect to see anything new until the 18th of December. I hope you all won't forget me while I'm gone. Take care of yourselves. I'll be back before you know it.

XOXOX,

Trixie

ps...comments will be disabled while I'm away.

They're Kidding, Right?

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 22 Nov 2006 06:00:00 +0000

I went shopping last night for some, um, naughtier attire that I need for an upcoming trip. You know, the kind that they don't sell at Victoria's Secret or Frederick's of Hollywood. In fact, I think even Freddy himself would turn his perverted little nose up at the sight of the kinds of things I bought.

Chicago has hundreds of these tiny little mom & pop stores that service a more "exotic" clientele. Of course, being that their product is lingerie, they need to have a strict return policy. Hygiene and all, you know. However, there's strict, and then there's down-right funny. Here's an actual picture of my receipt. I swear, this is real. I couldn't make this shit up.

I'll leave you to your laughter.

XOXOX,

Trixie

The Not So Friendly Skies

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 21 Nov 2006 06:00:00 +0000

I just got back from another wonderful trip to NYC. I had a blast, and can't wait to get back there soon. The only part I dread is getting there.

I've been traveling a good deal lately, and I have to tell you, I'm beginning to like flying less and less. I used to get excited before a trip. I loved sitting in airports. I would watch everyone and create stories about where they were going and what their lives were like. On the plane, the seat belt wasn't for my safety, but rather something to hold me back from jumping out of my seat from the anticipation of what lay ahead on my journey. Now it's all I can do not to use it to hang myself with.

It's bad enough that we're already forced to deal with weather issues, over-booked flights, delays for repairs and security checks. There's nothing we can do about these things. One would think that being in the same boat with 300 other passengers would be a bonding experience. Yet we're constantly adding to the annoyance level by acting like complete shits and making our already miserable experience worse.

The truth is, cramped quarters really do bring out the worst in people. There are a lot of selfish people out there who, for whatever reason, completely forget about the collective "we" factor when stuck in an uncomfortable spot and focus only on the "I." I can't tell you how many times I've seen some jackass completely go off on a poor gate agent because a flight is delayed or cancelled, as if their life was the only one affected. We've all witnessed this kind of behavior at one time or another.

So, sitting on my VERY delayed flight, I began to make a list of all the crappy things that I've either seen or had happen to me while flying the "friendly" skies. Of course, when I finished it, I knew I'd post it here as another of my Public Service Announcements. I swear to you, each and every situation below HAS happened to me. If I can save just one of you, I've done my job. So here you go...

Trixie's Guide To Being a Polite Airline Passenger

DO NOT change your child's diaper IN THE SEAT between other passengers. What kind of person does this? CRAP belongs in the bathroom.

DO keep the volume down on your ipod. There's a reason they come with headphones...so other people don't have to hear your shitty choice in music.

DO NOT use your tray table, or the seat in front of you as a drum set.

DO tell your children to stop kicking the seat in front of them. Tie their ankles together if you have to.

DO NOT continuously crack your knuckles, or your gum, or you'll get my hand cracked over your head.

DO bathe and apply deodorant before your flight.

DO NOT bathe in your perfume or cologne before your flight.

DO brush your teeth before your flight. NOTHING is worse than sitting next to someone with halitosis for three hours.

DO NOT talk loudly on your cell phone before takeoff and after landing. The whole cabin does not want to hear how you fucked some guy from Jersey this weekend.

DO turn your electronics off when they ask you to. They won't take off until you do, you jerkoff.

DON'T knowingly try to carry on a bag that's too overstuffed to fit in the overhead compartment. Check that shit. I don't want to wait while they gate-check your bag.

DO observe the personal space of the people sitting next to you. I don't want your fucking thigh on me for the duration of a four hour flight.

DO NOT behave in a way that would require anyone on the plane to use the word "asshole" in reference to you.

DO sit down, shut up and let the rest of us travel in peace.

I think that's all I've got for now. Anyone care to add something else?

Happy Anniversary To Me

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 17 Nov 2006 06:00:00 +0000

Exactly one year ago today, Bated Breath became a part of my life. Looking back on that first post, I wondered if I had any idea how this whole thing would affect my life. I think about the person I was then, to the one I am now, and though I'm still fundamentally the same, there are a few things about me that have changed. I think it's got something to do with the words being therapeutic. Once they started coming out, everything else in my life began to get better. It's amazing the difference a year can make in your life.

I'll be eternally grateful to this blog (and therefore, myself) for what it's given me. I've been allowed to reach out, to meet so many wonderful people that I may have never had the opportunity to know had it not been for this...people I couldn't imagine living my life without now. You all know who you are. I don't think I need to name names. Sure, there have been some regrets along the way, too. There are things that I would have liked to have said - and done - differently. But I can't change that now, and my only choice is to look forward to the wonderful things that lay before me.

So, before this starts to sound like a bad karaoke version of Sinatra's "My Way," I'd like to end this with a few thank you's. Thank you for reading. Thank you for sharing. Thank you for caring. Most importantly, thank you for letting me be ME.

XOXOX,

Trixie

Screw THAT!

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 16 Nov 2006 06:00:00 +0000

What do you get when you cross menstrual cramps that make one feel as if they're being stabbed to death, and enough bloating to make a girl feel like a beached whale? Answer:

A very pissed off Trixie

What don't you get? Answer:

An HNT.

Do I give a shit whether anyone likes it or not? Answer:

Not in the slightest.

Rainbow Girl

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 15 Nov 2006 06:00:00 +0000

A long time ago, my father was complaining about a family member who was causing him no end of grief. I remember him saying to me, "Remember, Trix, you can choose your friends, but you can't choose your family." This is one time I'll disagree with him, and last evening proved why.

I went to a birthday party last night for the four year-old daughter of a close friend. I had sort of dreaded going, knowing I'd run in to an ex there (a story for another day), but in the end, I'm glad I went. I suppose I should give you a little background information, though, before I continue.

K-Bear, as I like to call her, is the child of a Caucasian mother and Jamaican and Nigerian father. Of course, she's beautiful, as most interracial children tend to be, and she's much smarter than your average 4 year old. Mom is a vegan, politically active (do I even need to tell you which party she belongs to?) and very involved in the community. Dad, on the other hand, is rather conservative, definitely NOT vegan, and prefers watching TV to protest rallies.

Mom's family is out West, and Dad's, well, let's just say that his family chose not to be in the picture. That being the case, they've created their own little family right here in Chicago. Comprised mostly of co-workers past and present, they've formed a pretty tight-knit, if not highly unlikely, little unit. We may not be blood relatives, but each and every one of us is K-Bear's aunt and uncle.

So, how to describe our motley crew, this makeshift group she calls her family? Well, let's see. There are vegan gay & lesbian couples, left-wing activists, "Joey Bagadonuts"-type nightclub managers with their silicone-breasted girlfriends, and a person of pretty much every race and spiritual belief under the sun. Basically, we're a bunch of people who wouldn't, under most circumstances, probably EVER be caught dead under the same roof. Yet there we were, getting along because we all have one thing in common...we love that little girl.

I envy K-Bear. She's growing up where the "abnormal" (as far as society sees it) is part of her every day life. She doesn't see skin color. She doesn't look away uncomfortably when she sees two women kissing. At four, she understands that love is love, no matter what nationality you are or whom you choose to commit yourself to. She already comprehends the meaning of the words acceptance and diversity.

She pulled all of us together, which is why my present to her (below), in the end, seemed so appropriate. She's our Rainbow Girl.

Ok, sure, it's a bit cheesy. Sue me.

A Question For My "Freakier" Readers

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 13 Nov 2006 06:00:00 +0000

Does anyone know where I can pick up a pair of undies that glow? You know, like those necklaces you see at street festivals? I'd also love it if I could find a matching glowy bra. You can e-mail me directly if you'd like. Just click the link on my side bar.

Really, don't ask why. You don't want to know.

XOXOX,

Trixie

A Political Statement HNT

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 09 Nov 2006 06:00:00 +0000

I very rarely discuss my political views these days, save with those that I know share similar thoughts. I used to be one of those loud-and-proud crazy people, voicing my opinion to anyone within earshot. Believe me when I tell you that I've lost more than one friend because of it.

As I've gotten older, though, I've realized that while it's important to discuss the facts, it's often the quiet opinions that speak the loudest. Voting, for example. And then of course, there's this...

I'm blue, all the way down to my panties (well, thanks to Photoshop, I am).

Happy HNT everyone!

XOXOX,

Trixie

Please, Oh, Please, Oh Please!

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 08 Nov 2006 06:00:00 +0000

The Donkey
Originally uploaded by TrixieChicago.

Watching this shit like a hawk. No time for posting. Back later, either really freaking happy, or cranky as hell.

XOXOX,

Trixie

Chopped

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 07 Nov 2006 06:00:00 +0000

Yep, it's all gone. Chopped it right off. I feel better already. Definitely more Pixie-ish, no? Please excuse the lack of makeup. It's been a looooong day.

Until Tomorrow,

Trixie

I'm Not, I Don't, I Won't, I Am

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 06 Nov 2006 06:00:00 +0000

Dear TD,

This letter is a long time coming, but it's not one I ever wanted to write. I feel, though, that my hand has been forced. Forced by you, and your behavior. So let's get a few things straight, shall we?

I'M NOT...
Your therapist, your sounding board, your babysitter, or your significant other. I'm not your child, mother or best friend. I'm not responsible for you.

I DON'T...
Get paid to deal with your bullshit every week. I don't have the time to listen to your sob stories or your lies. I don't enjoy having my time wasted, or making excuses for your actions to others.

I WON'T...
Take your abuse any longer. I won't solve your problems, and I won't listen to any more apologies. I won't watch you slowly kill yourself. I won't feel sorry for you for one more second.

I CAN'T...
Sit back and watch you ruin your life, and the lives of those that still care about you.

I AM...
Disgusted by you. I am tired of watching you sit there, night after night, stumbling drunk and making an ass of yourself rather than going home and trying to heal yourself.

I am your bartender, now, and nothing more. I DON'T, WON'T, CAN'T give a damn about you ever again. You have abused my good nature and my faith in our friendship for the very last time.

Trix

Kissing the Water

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 06:00:00 +0000

Kissing the Water_R
Originally uploaded by TrixieChicago.

I think I'm going to forego the usual HNT, simply because I posted the equivalent of weeks worth of HNT's just yesterday. If you feel the need to see more skin, though, feel free to click on the photo above, or the Flickr badge on my sidebar. There's plenty of nekkidness there. I have also posted a few more sunset pics as well, for those of you who don't need to see my naked ass (or other parts) every day.

Now, as for the trip report I've been promising, I've decided against it. Why? Because I just don't think I'll be able to do it justice with mere words. It's something you have to experience for yourselves. I can tell you about it until I'm blue in the face, but you'll never get it until you're standing smack in the middle of it.

So instead, I'll hope that you'll enjoy the pictures, and that the images of fun and joy speak for themselves. I also hope that they'll inspire you to take the time to experience this amazing place at least once in your lifetime. I promise you, you won't be disappointed.

XOXOX,

Trixie

A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words, Right?

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 01 Nov 2006 06:00:00 +0000

The Other Side of Branded
Originally uploaded by TrixieChicago.

Well, if that's true, then I've written about 42,000 words tonight...and that's barely even scratched the surface. I've got more, but out of respect for the privacy of my friends, I think I'll keep a few of the photographs to myself. However, as promised, I have posted a bunch of Fantasy Fest pics here, or you can just click on the flickr badge on my sidebar.

I hope you enjoy looking at them as much as we enjoyed taking them. We all had an amazing time, and I highly recommend that each and every one of you check out Fantasy Fest for yourselves.

I'll post some more tomorrow, along with some thoughts and stories. So, until then, happy perving!!!

XOXOX,

Trixie

Day Late and A Dollar Short

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 31 Oct 2006 06:00:00 +0000

Well, I had planned on writing all about my trip tonight, but that was before I got stuck at some crazy-ass awards function for work until 11 o'clock. Seriously. These things really blow. They gave out eleven awards, ELEVEN, and it took two and a half hours.

Sure, it was great to be honored and all, but 2 1/2 hours? My ass was numb after 45 minutes. We're up for a pretty prestigious award next month, where the amount of statues they give out is nearly five times that of tonight's. No wonder people are always bitching about the length of award shows. Who wants to sit through 4 hours of bad jokes, stammering speeches, and gratitude to every person one's ever come across? Not this fairy. No thanks. I think I'll be conveniently ill for this next one.

ALTHOUGH, I might reconsider, based solely on one thing. The gift bag. If the swag I got tonight for such a small event is any indication of the goodies I'll get at the next, I'll stand there and smile pretty for the camera all they want...numb ass and all.

So, as I said, no trip report tonight. Look for something tomorrow. I'm going to drink a glass of whiskey and dive in to bed.

XOXOX,

Trixie

Happy Birthday To Me

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 29 Oct 2006 23:09:00 +0000

Well, just got home from a fabulous week at Fantasy Fest in Key West, and I'm utterly exhausted. So tired, in fact, that the thought of writing a whole post tonight is pretty much more than I can bear. So, I'll be spending my birthday vegging out on the couch, watching crap TV and relaxing.

I'll be writing a report of my trip and posting photos of all the fun and craziness all week long. But just so you won't think I'm leaving you high and dry my first day back, I've put up a few pictures of me in the pirate costume that all of you voted for.

See you all tomorrow!

XOXOX,

Trixie

What you don't see is the jeweled pasties underneath...

Me, pouring beer for the Muff Diver.

Off To Paradise HNT

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 19 Oct 2006 05:00:00 +0000

Freshly painted toenails and flip-flops. You know what this means, right? Yep, I'm outta here in a few short days. Off to paradise for a whole lotta fun in the sun. So, since I'll be working straight through until it's time to get on the plane, this will be my last post until October 29th...which also happens to be this fairy's birthday. And before you ask, yes, I LOVE presents.

Have a wonderful week while I'm gone, and I promise I'll drink a toast to each and every one of you while I'm away.

Love, Hugs and Kisses!

XOXOX,

Trixie

Begging For Help

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 17 Oct 2006 05:00:00 +0000

I'm suffering from a severe lack of creativity lately, and I need your assistance. So, here's the deal. I'm going away for a week (beginning this Sunday) to someplace warm, sunny and crazy, and I need some costume help. I bought the pirate costume you guys chose, and I found something to wear for Red Night, but I'm stuck on what to do for the Plaid Party.

I'm begging you. Can you help me come up with something? It can be anything that has to do with plaid. I don't necessarily want to do the naughty school girl thing, and I don't look good in kilts. Got any advice?

The floor is yours.

XOXOX,

Trixie

Boozin' Rules, Updated

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 16 Oct 2006 05:00:00 +0000

Back in April, I wrote a post outlining how NOT to behave like I drunken, shithead Cub's fan. Obviously, a few people were paying attention, because I had far fewer encounters with idiots this past season than in any of the previous ones.

While the Cub's season (shameful, at it's very best) may now be over, I've found that many of these rules still apply. They do, however, need a bit of an update. So, I thought I'd make it a bit less season specific and mold it in to a general guideline for good bar behavior. Pay attention. I'm talking to YOU!

Trix's Guide to Good Bar Etiquette

Do NOT, under any circumstances, come up to the bar and flag me down, "OOH, OOH-ing" like Arnold Horshack without your drink order ready. Nothing draws my contempt for you more than being interrupted while filling a ten-drink order than to be stopped in the middle of it for "Uh, give me a second. I don't know what I want yet."

Have your fucking money out. You may not care that you're wasting my time, and that of another customer's by keeping me from serving them faster, but I do. Get your shit together.

Unless you're from the UK, or Australia, DO NOT call me "Love." It's insincere, and basically just annoys the shit out of me. Exception: If you're really, really hot, then it's quite alright. But you know if you're hot or not, so I expect you to act accordingly. Yes, I can be THAT shallow. Sue me.

DO NOT order a Cosmopolitan or a frozen Margarita when I've got fifty people waiting for drinks. Have a beer and a shot, and shut the fuck up. You'll like it, because I said so.

No matter WHAT anyone tells you, you are NOT sexy after 14 hours of drinking. If you can't put one foot in front of the other, how in the hell do you think you're going to get laid?

If you can't say the name of the beverage you want, chances are you're too drunk to need it.

Don't EVER ask the question, "What's the cheapest beer you have?" For a bartender, that translates to "Cheap bastard/No tip." I promise you, it's the quickest way to get ignored.

It there's an ashtray on the table, USE IT. If I see you stomp it out on the floor, I'm going to make you pick it up. Who raised you, anyways?

Ladies, tampons go in the garbage can. Why do I even NEED to say this?

Gentlemen, the urinals are for URINE. That's all I'm saying about this one.

Keg stands are great...in a frat house in Des Moines. NOT in the middle of a bar. We'd prefer it if you kept your feet firmly planted on the ground.

If you order a drink, and say "yes" to the question "Will that be all?", I expect that you are telling me the truth. If I come back and you say, "Oh, and another thing...", you can expect that I'll think you're an asshole.

Having a screaming match with your significant other in a bar, while drunk, certainly won't do anything to improve the situation. Take that shit outside.

Ordering Jagerbombs or vodka/Red Bull does NOT make you hip or cool. Anyone who willingly pays that much for a drink is just a moron, plain and simple.

For the love of all that's holy, only order from one bartender at a time. If I repeat your order back to you, rest assured, I'm filling it. You order twice, you impatient fuck, you pay twice, or you can leave.

A good friend does not hold their friend's hair back while they're puking in a garbage can in the middle of a bar. A good friend takes them home.

If you smell like the inside of a sweaty shoe, you shouldn't be out in public. (YES, this does happen.)

Behaving like a self-important bitch will NOT get you what you want. I assure you, I can be a bigger bitch than you any day.

If I say no more booze, I mean just that. NO MORE BOOZE. Arguing will not help your cause. Go home. Sleep it off. There's always another day to behave like an idiot.

I think I've covered most of my pet peeves, but If I've forgotten anything, feel free to let me know. I'll add them to the list. Happy Monday everyone!

XOXOX,

Trixie

A Very UN-Lady-Like HNT

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 12 Oct 2006 17:00:00 +0000

Bloggers. We're a odd bunch. I don't think a single one of us will ever deny that fact. Some are writers, trying to get published, some want a place to document the growth of their kids, some want a place to document their own personal growth, and still more just need a place to vent. We've each got our own reasons for posting the things we do, but in the end, it all comes down to one simple idea...we're using this medium as a tool to express ourselves.

Of course, there is a certain degree of scrutiny that comes along with opening ourselves up to the world. Inevitably, someone isn't going to like something you say or do. With so many people connected to one another through this high-tech highway, disagreements are a given. I find, though, that the freedom to exchange differing opinions in this format leads to an open dialog, and that, in my opinion, can never be a bad thing. How else can we learn from one another unless we open up our mouths and say what we think and feel?

There's a limit, though, to how far one needs to go to get their point across. Nastiness, just for the sake of it, is something I've never understood. Of course, I'm a bitch, as proven here on multiple occasions, but I don't believe I've ever stooped to the blatant name-calling of a fellow blogger, and I've certainly never looked at someone's blog and publicly declared the content as "insipid" or "uninspired."

This is why I was so disturbed the other day to read a post by a blogger (whom I will not name, because I believe it will lend her a credibility that is completely undeserved) who criticized certain other bloggers' choices of what to post for HNT. The main point to her post was that there seems to be a lack of "humanity" and "creativity" in our photos, and compared them those that one would take to post on sleazy adult web sites, looking for sex partners.

It's not the content that she took exception to, but the context. In other words, it's not the T & A that annoys her, but rather the way in which the photos are taken. To her, standing in front of a mirror, taking a possibly shaky photograph of yourself (we can't all have amazing camera skills...Heaven knows I don't) is decidedly less valid than those that may tell a story.

So, I went through the blogs of a few of my fellow HNT'ers just to try to see things from her perspective. I also went back and looked at several of my own photos. All I could see, however, was a group of lovely, interesting people who had the balls to share a piece of themselves, whether the picture spoke to me or not.

What I also find interesting is that the comparisons of our photos to those "lurid" ones posted on sleazy adult sites comes from a woman who, on her own blog, has pictures of her removing her g-string, simulated masturbation and, wait for it folks, photographs of her naked genitalia (which, by the way, look like they were taken by some dime store, Glamour Shots hack posing as a professional photographer). Hello pot, I'm kettle. Moreover, this person has a child, who, with just the wrong click of a mouse, could see these photos of his mother. Call my pictures insipid and uninspired all you want. I'll take that over irresponsible any day.

I, as I'm sure is the case with my fellow HNT'ers, participate because I enjoy it...because it turns me on to be brave enough to share something so highly personal with my readers. The accolades and the compliments are great, but make no mistake, I do this for myself first and foremost. I take is as a personal insult for this woman to judge me, to judge YOU. Who is she to decide what is or is not inspiring to others? I also find it insulting to the time and energy that Os, whom I consider a friend, has put in to this project. It quite simply comes down to one thing. Follow the advice that I know ALL of our mothers have told us: If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.

If there's a silver lining to all of this, it's that I've been inspired to be more creative with my HNT photos...at least for today. So, dear blogger that prompted this post, how's this for inspiration, creativity and humanity?:

I call this photo "GO FUCK YOURSELF."

(But if that doesn't work for you, I hear Tucker Max may still be available. Ok, yeah, that may have been a little bit nasty.)

This Bitch Should Be Shot

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 11 Oct 2006 05:00:00 +0000

I read this story on MSN yesterday, and I wanted to vomit. Basically, this crazy woman used her infant child as a makeshift baseball bat and beat her boyfriend with it. Now the poor kid is fighting for it's life, with internal bleeding and a cracked skull.

How is it that we require people to have licenses to drive, but not to be a parent? Personally, I think this bitch should be strung up and tortured, then shot, and then tortured some more. There are some majorly fucked-up people in this world.

I'm baffled.

Stripped

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 10 Oct 2006 05:00:00 +0000

A funny thing happens to you when you step outside of your comfort zone and do something that you wouldn't, under most normal circumstances, ever consider involving yourself in. You learn how strong you can be when you toss your fears and inhibitions aside, and you realize what really matters in your life.

Out of respect for the privacy of new friends I made this weekend, I won't divulge too much information, but the truth of the matter is that I, your very own fairy, spent an entire weekend at a resort (and I use that term loosely, for the few of you who read this and know what I'm referring to), sans clothing. Nada. Niente. Just me and the parts my momma gave me, and fifty other naked people laughing and enjoying the company of close friends.

It's refreshing to be with a group of people who don't define themselves by what they do, but rather, present themselves to you as who they really are at the basic core of their existence. When there's no pretense getting in the way, it allows you to get to know a person in a way that would otherwise take years. Strip away the clothes, the career, and the stresses of everyday life and what you get is 100 percent purity.

I consider myself lucky to have had this experience, to have been welcomed into this circle with open arms. I don't know if they realize what they've done for me, how they have helped me to see things in a different, brighter light. But I hope to get the opportunity to show them my gratitude. These are people who's friendship is well worth the effort to keep.

File This Under: My Heart Was in the Right Place

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 02 Oct 2006 05:00:00 +0000

I do this all the time. I decide to start a project, get really excited about it, and then about half way through, I end up asking myself "What the hell was I thinking?" Now I'm sitting here wishing I'd never started, and without the time to write a decent post. So yeah, you're getting short-changed tonight. But I swear to you, my heart was in the right place.

Worse, I had planned to take the rest of the week off from posting because I've got some big plans for the rest of the week. So yeah, again, I feel like I'm letting you down, and I'll be feeling really, really bad about that while I'm lying in the sun, getting tan and drinking Mai-Tais.

Take care of yourselves, boys and girls. I'll be back next Tuesday.

XOXOX,

Trixie

Almost Screwed THAT Up, HNT

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 28 Sep 2006 05:00:00 +0000

Yep, I'm a crack smoker...

For those of you quick enough, you may have noticed that I had this posted for about a half a second yesterday until the faboulous Os brought it to my attention that it was, in fact, Wednesday, not Thursday. My brain is obviously somewhere else these days (NO, I'm NOT telling you where).

So here's the HNT, on the appropriate day. Notice the fake-bake tan. Going someplace warm soon, where tan lines are frowned upon, so...

Saving the planet to resume shortly! Happy HNT, everyone!

XOXOX

Trixie

p.s. 9 more daze!