Like.. as if!

As I barrel through all these recent shoots I’ve done over the past months (and Montreal Fetish Weekend spurned me on to make a slew of new outfits I have yet to shoot in too), I had banged off this one, my own interpertaion of the character Cher from the movie Clueless.

Actually the inspiration to make this outfit in the first plaece (I made it for the Halloween party at the Satin Doll), was the Iggy Azelea video but let’s not split hairs…

It was a simple matter to erect the school room set, voila! instant easy shoot.
So yeah, there’s not a whole lot I can say about this shoot, just that it was a throwaway shoot that ended up being hawt, hawt, hawt.   The whole set is about 153 pictures and just went up right now, actually getting me FINALLY back to a 3-shoots a month schedule!


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You know, if we just called it a “gearbox” from now on, that would solve a lot of problems…

So every day as a transwoman, you go through life thinking we’ve made great strides in aceptance by society, and then you get walloped back by reality, and what the status quo really is.

As some of you may know, I fiddle around with cars, so I am sometimes involved in car subcultures and go to car shows, talk shop, stuff like that.  And before you scream that this is somehow unladylike, sorry folks, its sorta in my blood, and I don’t feel its a hobby that is mutually exclusive to one gender.  Plus, what you drive also makes something of a difference, because there’s a world of difference between one car subculture and another.

Oh and by the way if you’re wondering where this all comes from, my dad was a mechanic, and a hoarder, and even if his collection was mostly junk, it was damn interesting junk.  And yes, I would kill for some of what he once had.  Tales of the $50 Auburn boat-tail Speedster that why oh why didn’t you just lock this in a barn so I could discover it now are pretty common, and I could fill a whole chapter in a book on my relationship with interesting cars, sadly nothing that nice has survived to my time.

My dad’s thing was air-cooled VW’s, and as I grew up I got into more interesting stuff as I found the bugs a little lacking.  I was more attracted to unloved, oddball cars.  My first car purchase was a 1970 Citroen DS, and then my first actual car (as in the first car I drove that I ever registered) was a ’72 Saab 99.  Actually, I still have it.

He’s gonna need a little TLC to get him back on the road.  But actually this isn’t about this car, well, it was another Saab that I’m driving, and well, it isn’t about cars at all.

So what I’m driving now is silver Saab 900 turbo from the 80′s, which was still interesting enough to bring it up to “Swedish Car Day”, up in Boston MA

Now when I go to these shows usually I have more knowledge about wwhatever car I  know about, than the average girl, so sometimes that gives me away as being trans.  And I’ve gotten to the point where I sorta don’t care anymore, though I get that whole “wow! a girl who knows how to fix cars! ” reaction from guys, to which I have a sheepish grin to that “there’s a reason, and they have no idea”, but actually, this story -which I will get to eventually- isn’t even about that.  In some car subcultures, I’m pretty out, in some I’m not.

I’m pretty active in the French car subculture, which is one of the most inclusive comminities to people who live alternative lifestyles.  Because when you have this car is in your collection, theres really very little crossover with the Mustang and Camaro guys.

Ironically, since I don’t know much about or care about muscle cars, I could probably blend in at those shows if I play the whole blonde bimbo look, you know, like this:

Which of course could be fun, but nah, I’m here to discuss the nuances of why the ’79 Saab 900 was pretty unique and why the 81′s sucked and why they didn’t get good again till like 1985 or whatever.

But this isn’t even about that.  It’s about sometimes the pitalls of blending in.

You see, I didn’t catch the beginning of this conversation that I heard about 20 feet away, but I’m going to guess that the word “tranny” was spoken.  Saabs have a unfortunate reputation for their transmissions being well,  fragile, but I can only guess that someone said “tranny” to this guy.  Anyway, all I hear and see is:

“Oh yeah, I’m a trans- gender, I used to be a woman!” (lots of laughs)

Now I suppose I can take a “trans” joke here and there, and almost expect cis people to make disparaging remarks about things they don’t understand.  But it was the way it was said, and the absolute certainty that this guy had in knowing that there weren’t any actual trans folk around.  And I’m pretty  sure that this joke didn’t come about because people knew there was a trans person in their midst.  You can crack jokes about this thing that you’ve seen on the TV, which you assume doesn’t really exist in the real world, right?  It’s like it’s just that Caitlyn Jenner thing in Hollyweird.

Let me describe it better to you this way.  If you’re a white personand you at a party with mostly white people and then some friend of yours drops the n-word bomb and goes off on some racist rant and your jaw hits the floor and you’re like I don’t know this person who the fuck invited them?  But hey, we’re all white, we all think the same, right?  What.  An Asshole.

So, this guy -who just so you know, was not actually a transman- just assumed he can crack a transphobic joke and everyone will laugh along with it because we’re all non LBGT people here I guess.  I’ve noticed that public jokes shaming queers pretty much don’t happen any more, because, you can’t really tell someone’s sexuality from looks- (though when I was growing up in the 80′s, limp wrists and wearing yellow on Thursday were dead giveaways!).  So obviously if there was a trans person within a mile, obviously it would look like Danny Devito in a chiffon dress, right?

I wanted to say something, oh I so had so many things on the tip of my tongue.   Or on the tip of my knuckles because I wanted so much to punch the asshole.  I really, really really kept it in.  The sane thing I wanted to say (but of course  you think of long after) would’ve been something like “Excuse me? Was that some sort of a dig at trans people? What, you think there aren’t trans people out there, you’ve probably had conversations with many of them and never even realized it.  You think it’s easy being like this, with assholes like you out there?”

But that was not to be.  Later on I paid more attention to him, noticed the ‘MERICAN FLAG t-shirt he was wearing, and caught snippets of conversation between him and the people he was with (judging from their ages, likely his son and wife or daughter and husband).  There was “blah blah blah, I can’t believe so and so voted for Obama”, and then something about Hillary and the email scandal and it’s going to be big, blah blah, all this time, never making any eye contact with him, but I was giving him the hairy eyeball.  It was pretty clear this guy got all his news from Fox News, and sadly those people are beyond help.

And I’m just thinking, you know, if I ever thought of not being a liberal, file that under never gonna happen.  Later on I pretty much figured out why guys like this are so transphobic.  Mostly its because to them, women are seen as mostly things for fucking, not actual people, and God forbid that his wee wee twitch when seeing a pretty girl and Oh! SNAP!  Thats not a real girl!  You HOMO!!  You’ve just been Punk’D!!  HAR HAR HAR!

Well, at least that’s my best guess as to why cis-normative people are transphobic.  Fuck these guys.  And in the next car show?  Well I was actually thinking of sending out a hint by wearing a low cut t-shirt with a iron-on of a car transmission, with the label “GEARBOX”.

So, we got a long long way to go.  And this happened in nice liberal Massachusetts. These types are the 30% minoritiy here, in other parts of the US, they’re the majority and people like us get killed by people like him.  What would you have done?


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It’s taking longer than I thought.

Well I’m back from Montreal, but I’ll write a seperate report about that.  My phone (that has my pictures on it) can only communicate my Macbook, which has a dead power supply, so I have to wait a few days until my new power supply comes and be able to power that up again.  Also, I can’t do camshows until then.

But I got back on Tuesday, and then collapsed in exhaustion in front of the TV for about a day and a half, and since then, I’m editing pictures from the Valkyrie set.

The original plan was to have one of these new sets up onto the website before Montreal, but of course, I had to rapidly shift gears as once I finished these 6 or 7 sets, I realized I had left little time to make outfits for Montreal, which of course needed to be done.

So now that I’m back I’m back onto editing photos, and I confess, it’s something I don’t enjoy as much as I used to.  Shooting photos is pretty fun, but I think I can say without doubt that it takes about 4 times longer to edit photographs than it does to shoot them.

It takes roughly 3 to 5 minutes each of fiddly editing in Photoshop to make my pictures work (and some shoots need more work than others, in the case of Valkyrie, it was getting hot under those lights, so there’s a lot of sweat to deal with).  Multiply 5 minutes times roughly 190 pictures, and add to that the complete boredom of doing them (since I’ve been doing this for fucking 15 years), and even with the help of pre-set actions, its a good 3 or 4 days of editing per set.

And just to think of how long it would take if I were to really put each one through a higher level of scrutiny, but what I need to do is the minimum to maintian the quality level you all come to expect.  And no, theres no magic button I can hit on the computer to fix them all, I’m already doing that anyway with a preset action of about 20 steps that bumps up the contrast and brightness and adds a little fog filter to them.

So its going to be another day or two before “Steampunk Valkyrie” goes up, and then I’m going to quickly pick whatever set seems to need the least amount of touch-up to go on the site.

Gonna go to bed now before my eyeballs burst into flames.


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And yet here’s another shoot on the way.. “Dainty Doll”?

So in the big rush to do a bunch of shoots in the break between heat waves, I did a new set in an old outfit (from like 2007) which was called “Dainty Dots”.  Since the new shoot is far more doll-like, I guess I might call it “Dainty Doll”

I think I’m really pushing the  bimbo perfection with this shoot, and shows how, like “Picnic Fuckdoll”, all my old outfits could benefit from a tweak here and there, framing my new tits and cinching in my waist ever so slightly further…

One thing I tried to do while shooting this set, is I broadcast the photo shoot live on chaturbate.   Now I’m on a few different webcamming sites, and this was just a test to see how much of a pain it would be to try to do live photo shoot shows.  Sadly, like all the webcamming sites, no matter what you decide to wear, someone wants you to wear something different.  So these shows are sorta “you get whatever I decide to wear”, and you’re basically peeking in on me and my shooting process.

So, I got a lot of good shots in this set, so I have no idea how many the final tally will be.  Since I’m at Montreal Fetish Weekend right now, whatever set it next will have to wait until I come back.  I wish I had gotten this one or Steampunk Valkyrie up before I left, but it was the sort of thing where now that I had done so many shoots, I had taken time away from the outfits I had to make for the event.

I’ll do a seperate report on Montreal, right now I’m just getting settled in, and of course, there are still outfits to finish while I’m up there.


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Steampunk Valkyrie, finally.

Well, remember how I said I got four shoots done about a week ago?  Well, I showed sneak peeks at three or them, and I haven’t see the fourth one yet, and one of them came out already as “Boating Bimbo”

Well, during that time we were having a bit of a heat wave, enough of one that it made it very hard to work under hot lights in my studio (though I recently discovered that you can run only the strobes and not the modelling lights, but it’s hard to see what you’re shooting when you do that), so my studio work had to wait a little while.

We just had a 3 or 4 day stretch of decent dry days and nice, cool 60 degree nights and I took advantage of that, and got another 3 shoots done in my studio in like 2 days.  One was a bit of a throwaway, another one a new twist on an old outfit that looks fantastic and the third one a long awaited shoot in a new outfit that even though it might be the most uncomfortable thing I ever made, might have produced some of my best pictures so far.

In other words, I have been PROFUCKINGDUCTIVE lately. Which is good, because I think what I need most is people to JOIN my WEBSITE and it’s best that they know that there’s a floodgates of stuff on the way (So yes, join my website, like now, because this is the month I get hit with my Visa merchant renewal fee so it’s a really tight month for me)

So I’ll talk about the other two shoots seperately, since I think it’s better to make lots of shorter blog posts than mega posts that cover multiple shoots.  So here’s a sneak peek at “Steampunk Valkyrie”

Bits of this outfit were done years ago, and were actually the outfit I wore underneath this one for my “History Of Burlesque” fan dance performance.  But there was always going to be more to this costume, and I finally got to make it for Pennsic about a month ago.  But damn, this thing is sharp and pointy and uncomfortable as all hell.  So this shoot was something of a crap shoot since as the shoot wore on, the outfit wore down on me a lot.
Oh, and that hair kept getting caught in the outfit, and I couldn’t reach it with my hands to brush it away!  So I tried to push it away with the sword blade and also the wings would cut off the circulation to my hands so that made them look a  bit more….um.. veiny than I’d have preferred.  So I still have some selective editing and photoshop work to do to fix the issues with it.  Really, though, I should’ve made some sort of armored gloves, but if I did that, I’d probably take another 2  years to finish the outfit.  Sometimes you just gotta STOP WORKING ON THE DAMN THING and just get on to the next project.
Keen eyed observers will note that I “borrowed” those gears and pulleys off of that Jules Verne Sex Machine I made a while back.  Don’t worry, I can just always screw them back on the thing.  I mean, pretty much my whole life is held together with drywall screws when you get down to it.  I’m pretty skilled with a Makita.

So anyway, the outfit of course slowly came off during the shoot (well, parts of it broke off, but I can always fix that later).   Which of course is good since you all want to see the naughty bits anyway, right?
Sword and Magic Dildo!!!

So I don’t know if this one will be the next shoot or sometime later, but I’ve got so many shoots in the can I’m not sure which one to edit first!

Pretty much everything about this outfit is handmade or hand-modified, from the earrings to the shoes, and the material? Well, it’s this kind of flexible plastic/heavy vinyl that I can’t really describe and I can’t for a minute figure out what you’d use it for otherwise.  It was the material I used to make the Dildroid outfit for UNS.

So after 3 nice nights, the hot weather has returned, but my plan is when it comes back again in September, I will essentially have a good 3 or 4 months until it gets too cold to effectively heat the studio, so it seems prudent to basically get a lot of stuff done then, even if I end up spending all winter editing the photosets.  And that work DOES include UNS, and actually geting these shoots done frees up studio space for some of the sets I need to build to finish that project once and for all.



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Not one, not two, not three, but yes, four.

Four whats?

I got FOUR SHOOTS done in two days and the backgrounds are all ready to go for a 5th and a 6th shoot as well, plus two locations have secured for a 7th and 8th shoot.

Wha wha wha what?  Yes, well, technically if I get 8 shoots done in  a week, that’s almost nearly enough photo shoots to slowly release and last me all the way into 2016.  It probably won’t come to that, but I did make a giant leap forward and a whole 180 degree about face from the mire of inactivity that had been going on here.  How did this happen?

Well, first off, I met a photographer (and I don’t know yet if he wants to be identified, so lets’ just keep him anonymous) who asked if I’d like to shoot in a nice house.  We met up and threw some ideas around, ‘(and yes- the house has air conditioning), so I was like “Can we shoot in here asap, I really need content like, yesterday”.  I’m sorta getting sick of my own house’s locations and haven’t switched up any backgrounds in my studio either, so having ANYTHING different is good.  (I think I just quoted Groundhog Day)

And so we got 3 shoots done in a day, and at the moment I have only worked up some test examples from two of the shoots.  Now, not only was this shot with better equipment than what I usually shoot with, these test shots are just my own processing, so they’ll probably look even better once the photographer gets to work some uber-professional magic on them.  I’ve got no idea what titles I will come up with for these shoots, but the one with the flowery dress and hat seems to be going by a working title of “Music Room”

So that was the first of three shoots, and then we moved on to a simple blue and gold lingerie set, which even though I’ve shot in this outfit, it’s pretty much a whole different character in this hairstyle and setting.

So yeah.  These are smoking hot Playboy Magazine quality shots, and these tests (which I just sorta picked at random) will probably even look more amazing when he works some magic on them.  We shot about 200 of each set, so there’s a huge selection when the finals come out.

We did a third shoot as well but I haven’t seen how that one came out yet.  In any event, nice, classy lingerie shots fill a nice slot in my monthly website output. A while back I made a goal to streamline my shoots so that each month, I would do one new over-the-top “Tara Emory Signature Outfit”,  one shoot that might be a reimagination of an old classic outfit, and then one classy lingerie shoot in something that may be considered more mainstream.  Because doing three over-the-top original outfits and sets a month is very hard to do, so limiting that to one, and doing two “easy” shoots makes it easier to crank out content more regularly.

Now I didn’t really stick to that religiously, and in some cases, the “reimagining of the old outfit” shoot became the big shoot.

So yeah, you never know what you’re going to get with my shoots, but I think we can all agree that professional photographer shoots are a very good direction for me to go in, as I can’t do everything all the time.

So the next day I had another shoot planned with someone else, but it ws full of unknowns.  I was invited to go sailing on a boat in nearby Rhode Island.  I said I’d love to, and hey, would you mind if we did a photo shoot of me at the same time?

I had some ideas for a tattoed bimbo incarnation of me, and this was planned to be the first of several of them.  If you all remember, I spent a lot of time making up some really cool artwork for temporary tattoos which I wore in Florida.  The jist of the whole thing is that you print on special paper, that you turn into waterslide decals, not unlike the decals that you stuck on plastic 1:24 scale car models as a kid.

I made up a bunch of them for Fetish Factory in Florida, and they came out nice, and I also had done this whole pink and zebra microbikini outfit that goes with heart shaped sunglasses.  It was a whole “look” I was going for, and having both sleeves done and a new heart with wings chestpiece was what I was planning for.This was supposed to instead of the “Silicone Fairie” piece of art I did last spring, which I felt didn’t really sit as nice over my boobs, since it didn’t span as much of an area.

I guess this as good of a place to answer the question on everybody’s mind.  “Tara, would you get real tattoos?”.

And I guess the answer to that is “yes”, but with a very important caveat.

So I’ve applied these tats before, and yes, they’re fake, and I probably understand that a lot of real tattoo culture people would frown upon that (you wuss – you didn’t endure any pain, and you don’t have to live with that forever!), but a well-inked lfriend of mine said that regardless, it’s still body art.  And I guess that’s the thing that bugs me.

I’d love to have real tattoos.  But I wouldn’t want them to look like something drawn by a 12 year old.  I’m going to take a wild guess and say that tattoo artists are probably paid very well depending on their skills, and the best ones get paid the best.

So if money was no object, you betcha that I would have both sleeves done in pin-up girls providing that it was exactly the tats I wanted, and not just something generic picked out of a book. Because that’s the other problem.  I’m a good artist.  I probably would have an hard time accepting something inferior to my own renderings on my own skin.  So yeah, I’d have to find the perfect tattoo artist and working relationship.  Perhaps somewhere out there is a major Tara Emory fan who is also an amazing tattoo artist?

And I also toyed with the idea of learning how to do ink myself.  Which I had a few people tell me that it would be nearly impossible to learn it all as these tatto artists devoted a lifetime to it, but those who have seen the breadth of my ink-on-paper art (and trust me, there’s a whole decade of work out there you probably haven’t seen), I know quite a lot about how to make shapes in cartoony ways that stand out from a distance, and I’ve done every technique in art school so I think it’s something I could handle.

(And to be honest, what I whipped up for the temporary tattoos was done pretty quickly, and I could’ve spent a lot more time making them look more realistic. )

So what do you think?  Another potential career path for me?  But anyway, for the purposes of being a chameleon in my shoots, it’s sure nice to be able to take them off.

I’d far more keen on having fully inked sleeves, and a chest piece is something I doubt I’d get in real life, because to be honest, when I remove them (and it’s not easy) I’m always very happy to have the chest area nice and clear.

So anyway-  back to this fourth shoot.  On a boat.  I’m ON A FUCKING BOAT.

I worked up my artwork and made some repairs to my pink bimbo bikini, and had no idea what I was in store for.  I printed up the tats on their special paper, and packed up a suitcase of everything I needed for a shoot.  For all I knew, the boat we were going to sail on was a canoe.

Well, we had to take a dinghy out to the sailboat, and my suitcase was almost bigger than the dinghy so it was a miracle we made it out to it, which ended up being a 22-foot sailboat, which is a nice, small, but not too small size.

Since I had no idea if we would end up on something with a cabin, or a yacht, or a little tugboat (I just got an invitation to shoot on a boat), I didn’t apply the temp tats until I knew I was actually going to go ahead with the shoot itself.

I applied the tats in the fairly cramped cabin, to my already hot and sweaty skin.  The tat decals themselves were being affected by the hot weather and a lot of it didn’t peel off from the backing correctly, so things were gonna be not as nice as I wanted them to be.

The two pieces of art for the sleeves had whole chunks missing from them, so it was sorta like “well, I’m not going to have another chance to shoot on a boat again, might as well use them anyway”.   With the chestpiece, I ended up winging it (no pun intended), when I cut off the wings from the heart/wings chestpiece, and added it to the silicone faerie art, which was the only piece of art to actually apply correctly to the space above my tits.

The end result was that the pictures look pretty damn good, considering that we had limited space, and had to work with available light (I brought a bounce card), and the boat owner wasn’t a professional photographer.  The tats look OK and even though I didn’t quite get the look I wanted, sometimes you gotta work with what you got.  There was some extra tats I printed up, like the “Cum Dumpster” script, which was supposed to be a tramp stamp, but since I could’nt see to apply it to my back I just stuck them under my boobs.

We also got some great shots inside the cabin of the boat, and all things considered (messy hair, sweaty skin, fake tats not perfect), I’m happy enough with the shoot the more I look at it.

And yes, I made this outfit specifically to match this suitcase ^^^, though the chances I will wear this swimsuit and carry this bag in a airport at the same time is probably nil.  But, it’s oh so Barbie doll, and zebra and pink?  I must have it.

Yeah, I know, I should’ve gotten some long fake nails, but you can’t have everything when a shoot has a thousand things that need to happen and any one of them can go wrong and I’m just happy that nobody dropped the camera in the sea, or that I didn’t fall off the boat when I got on deck in high heels.

Oh, and how was the rest of my sailing excursion?  Well, I enjoyed it quite a lot, and look forward to doing it again.  We sailed right out into the middle of Narragansett Bay, and I was shocked that the whole state wasn’t out there, it was such a peaceful place (well, that and you can just be naked on the deck of a boat out in the open and no one can see you). I really liked it a lot, and even steered the thing a little as my friend did whatever needed to be done with the sails (don’t ask me to tell you any actual sailing terms, I don’t know any).

So, “Boating Bimbo” or whatever I end up calling it, will be the next one to go on the site.  We didn’t shoot a zillion pictures, and there are quite a few duff shots (when the wind is blowing around a lot it’s tough to get good pictures), but it will be a respectable amount.  It is what it is.

I also got a few nice iphone selfies that sometimes I like better than the real pictures I shoot.

Later on when I had to actually dress a bit more practical (i.e. a swimsuit that held my junk in), I put my hair back and still it’s a nice hot mess.

And as nice as I look with tats, I look pretty nice without them too, as this “before” shot tells a whole different story about an innocent, unmarked girl.. Which is why when you get right down to it, I’d permanently do my arms before really doing the chest.  It’s sorta nice to try out different things first and see what you can work around, or if you’re embarassed that you have fairy tits drawn above your own tits.
And a few in the car on the way over..

Don’t let the glasses fool you. My brain cells are voluntarily dying, the more bimbo I get.
Oh, that hurts to use big words like in that last sentence.
And a few selfies from the day before’s shoots…  I could post these forever.  Come to think of it, I really should get into the practice of constantly posting these selfless on my twitter as they happen, instead of in one big infodump.  I should be tweeting every hour, right now I don’t think I’ve twat for months.

So, what’s the 5th and 6th shoots that had backgrounds that are all ready to go?  Well one is a rather simple background for the recent (and stylistically very busy) Valkyrie outfit:

Screw some gold-painted gears and pulleys to a wall, instant steampunk background!

And the other one is a bit of a throwaway, trying to do a pornographic version of a character from a bubbly 90′s movie, which when I get it done will make more sense.

Yeah, we’ve seen this setting before in a previous shoot “Detention”, but I figured I’d get one more shoot out of it before I permanently painted the walls another color.

The 7th and 8th shoots were shoots I wanted to do while I still had yesterday’s tattoos on, but by this morning they had gotten seriously gooey from just the fact that it’s a hot and humid summer, and seeing as they were all broken anyway I decided to remove them.   I had to spend about an hour in the bathtub rubbing them off.  They don’t come off easy, that’s for sure.  Technically they can be made to last for quite a few days, by putting baby powder on them, but I will start over from scratch with new prints when I do another tattooed girl shoot (which makes me think that maybe I should start a nickname for that incarnation of me- Tata?  Tats?).   I had to use a big bottle of GOO-GONE® just to get them to unstick from the skin, and no matter what you did (soap, bath), they remained sticky even underwater.  So in the end you have this big ball of goo that you’re using to unstick tape residue off something else that it wants to stick to even more.
It sticks to the sides of the tub,  then sticks to your hand, then sticks to the trash can, and you can’t unstick it from that unless you grab it with another hand and the whole thing sounds like a Wile.E. Coyote routine with Acme high-powered glue and oh what a mess and I’m so glad to get this shit off my skin.

(the reason my hands are all pruney is not that I’m an old crone, just I just spent an hour in the tub)

Anyway, that’s my big update, gotta back to editing pictures which I’ll get up on the site ASAP.



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Too hot to think.

I often times get lazy and then feel guilty about not getting the things done that I wanted, so I thought I’d let you know what I’m all up to, since things are in the works but I’ve had to change gears and do other things I hadn’t planned to do instead.

I’m getting better about not beating myself up with guilt if I don’t do all the things I’ve planned. I guess it just means I’ll do other things that are also productive instead.

Long story short, I had some plans to do some shoots in my studio this week but I sort of had to table them until the heat wave breaks.

Right now it’s at least  95 F and about 105 F in the direct sun here today.  My studio building is about 70 feet by 30 feet with the one largest room (where at the shooting bays are) being 30 x 45 feet.  I DO have an air conditioner in there (I don’t know how many BTU’s it has but it’s a very large window unit).  If it’s 80 F outside and cloudy, or it’s at night, that one AC is sufficient to cool it enough to be able to work in there, but when the studio itself is in the direct sunlight and it’s so hot, the best it will do is make it 80 in there, and once those hot studio lights come into play- forget it- it’s pretty much like trying to keep an ice cube intact in an oven.  In other words it’s an exercize in futility.

So I’m indoors in my house in smaller air conditioned rooms and working on my next batch of outfits, or some tweaks to my intro pages to my site, or working on that tattoo art that I’ve been planning forever for a batch of tatted girl shoots I’ve been gettng closer to doing.

I’m sorry, I wish I had more to report.  I get very worried about people leaving my website because they don’t see enough activity.  I also have two bookings with photographers this week for shoots, which quite frankly hasn’t happened in years, so that’s a very good thing too.

Be patient, please send me encouragement we will see some results soon.. I’m getting sick of unfinished 3/4 finished projects that need one or two tiny things left in order to make them happen.. It’s soooooo frustrating.  But right now the thing I don’t need is to look like shit because I try to do a shoot in the sweltering heat with sweat dripping down my forehead from hot lights or direct sunshine.  There’s nothing worse than looking like shit in a photo shoot.  Or spending 3 days longer with tedious photoshop work clone-stamping out all those sweat droplets.  Ah, the horrible terrible life of a model/photographer!

Be patient. There’s stuff in the pipeline.  I’ll post some in progress pictures on my tumblr or like on my twitter, (which I discovered I barely use).



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Pennsic and Tired.

Ugh,  ugh ugh ugh.  Where do I even start with what’s been going on the last few weeks?

So much done, so much effort put into things, so little to show you guys at the moment.  Well, I suppose I should begin at the beginning.

As you probably have gathered, I’ve had a rough couple of months, with having to re-adjust my career to not include dancing at strip clubs.  I embarked on going full speed ahead on camming sites like streamate and chaturbate, and they both have their advantages and disadvantages, and I’m still trying to find the magic combination to use  both to my benefit without each one hurting the other’s business.  I have discovered that I can always make consistently good money on streamate, but the downside is that I have to stop and start shows depending on whether I’m in paid chat or not.

The advantage to chaturbate is that I get a LOT more attention, but the money trickles in and I feel like more freeloaders are viewing me, which ultimately makes me wonder if it’s taking away potential dollars earned on streamate.  However, chaturbate is the ideal site from which I can do LIVE BROADCASTS of my shoots as they happen, which is something I’ve been wanting to do for a while.  Also, I believe you can set up private password only shows on chaturbate, which also means I can offer those shows to website members only- effectively offering webcam shows as a perk and a feature to website members.  And now more than ever, I really, really, really do need more members to my site, because my numbers are nowhere near the glory days of 2006, let me tell you.

So, I had been webcamming a lot the last few months, to make up for the shortcomings of not making the extra income I got used to getting when I stripped at Satin Doll.  And well, I was convinced into attending the Pennsic War this year, when my better judgement had told me that maybe I should sit it out and worry about making money.  But Pennsic is an event that I have regularly done with my sister for years, and it’s a great place to express my costume making talents, and it’s sort of a vacation too.  If you don’t know what this event is about,  I’ve probably described it best as this:  It’s a Ren Faire with 11,000+ people, lavish camping (if you do it right), and pretty much parties every night.  Oh, and I guess there’s a battle going on as well, but I haven’t even seen that for years.  I’ve attended like 15 of these in the last 25 years or so, ever since I was a teenager, so it’s something I’m used to doing.

I missed it last year because I was getting myself out of a financial hole, and didn’t have the money for the pre-registration when it was due, even though when the event was held, I was doing well enough to have gone.  This year the opposite was true.  I had the money to go when pre-reg was done, but by the time the event came around, things had gotten pretty tight, but the money for attendance had basically been spent, at which point it was merely a question of getting there and feeding myself once there.  And my sister had convinced me to go, back in April, because we both had been to this event separately, and realized we had more fun there when we both had someone to fall back on to hang out with.  And for those of you saying “omg Tara Emory has a sister”, well, you can stop whatever it is you’re thinking about right there.  My sister is very VERY different from me- almost quite the opposite, in regards to lifestyle (I’m far, far more outgoing and exhibitionist-  I won’t say that she’s a prude-  it’s probably more like she’s totally normal and I’m the abnormal one).

But as siblings of course we share a bond and at events like this you can kind of fall back into childhood patterns, which people often do with families.  I was actually looking forward to having a more calm, less party-ing Pennsic.  Less drinking, less sex, that sort of thing.  (which of course, didn’t happen, but I did keep the drinking in check, I never got sick or hung over).

But this year it was a tricky thing trying to go to this thing together as it meant leaving our rather frail and elderly mom alone in the house for a week.  So we had set things up so that people were going to come by every day or so and pretty much (hopefully) things were going to be on auto-pilot and no disasters would happen.  The worst thing that happened the last time we went together and left her (which was like 4 years ago) was that one of my sister’s kittens got very sick and almost died and my mom was sort of at a loss as to what to do about him.  I think really she just though he was going to die and when you’re old and live on a fixed income I don’t think she saw taking him to the vet as a high priority (plus she doesn’t drive any more so she didn’t really have a way to get there).  So my sister had to basically force her to take a cab to the vet and everything worked out alright but it certainly left some hesitation to leave her alone again.  The next 3 Pennsics my sister and I alternated but this year we were like “fuck it, we’re going, hopefully nothing bad will happen”.

So the week leading up to Pennsic (I left July 31st) was hectic.  Of course, you have a year since the last one (or in my case, 2 years, since I last went in ’13), but as it ends up happening, everything comes down to the week before, or more likely, the 2 days before you leave.  I had to alter a lot of my clothes to fit my new tits, and I had a few new/altered fetish outfits that I had done specifically for parties there.  And of course,  you always end up not making quite as much as you’d like, and any plans or chances I had to do a shoot for my website before leaving went right out the window.  Basically we had a few stupidly hot and humid days so shooting under hot lights wasn’t going to happen.  And then, to make everything worse, I foolishly gave myself a UTI.

Yep. That was dumb.  Remember how I said I was camming a lot?  Well, I was experimenting a lot with uretrhal sounding and it was a huge hit with the webcammers but I got really sloppy in sterilizing my toys.  And after an aggressive of putting things where the sun doesn’t shine, I knew something was terribly wrong.  Terribly wrong.

Kids, if you’re gonna do it, boil your toys (and wisely let them cool down), or something to keep bacteria down.  After a few days of very painful urination, I broke down and went into the ER/walk-in clinic a few days before leaving, and said “Give me antibiotics, I’m 110% certain I have a bladder infection”.

The ran some tests, and yes I was right, but of course inevitably they asked how exactly I knew, because if you have a penis, it’s uncommon to have a UTI unless it’s from an std, and I was like “it’s not an std, trust me”, and eventually I had to tell them what exactly I was doing there.  And that I was heading for a week of camping and porta-potties and being woken by HAVE TO PEE NOW and pain in a place like that is absolute HELL and something I didn’t want to deal with.  This needs to GO AWAY now, and of course, after a day of antibiotics, it did.

So yeah, maybe that was all TMI about my UTI that wasn’t and STD, but guess what?  OMG you should be glad I’m not FUBAR.

The cloud of this silver lining to the story is that my hospital co-pay is probably a huge chunk of the camming income I made doing the thing that put me in the hospital in the first place.  At the very least, I was admitted and prescribed them very quickly, so it wasn’t a huge hit in my busy pre-Pennsic schedule.

So I was all ready to go.  I didn’t get the chance to work on my tent or finish outfits too much, but hey, I’ll just wing it.  So the plan was to leave at 7am Friday morning to drive the 600 miles west to Western PA and get there while there’s still enough daylight to set up your tent and get settled.  It’s NOT the sort of event you can fly to, though some people do, and leave their campsite equipment in storage every year.  For us, it’s always a huge car load of stuff, because if you’re going to spend a week there, it’s good to do it up to the lap of luxury.

Thursday night was spent finishing up things as much as I could, though many of the details to my new outfit would have to wait till I was there.  Once  you’re there, there’s always time to kill in the afternoon, in the window of time between being too hot to be in your tent, and too dark to see what you’re doing.  The weather can vary greatly at Pennsic, sometimes it rains every day, sometimes it’s far too hot, sometimes it’s just awful.  The last year I went (2013),  it was the most amazing weather, like sunny and  low 70′s every day, which is incredibly gorgeous.  This year there had been abnormally high rainfall before the event, so there was a lot of worry that sites would be swampy, but as it turns out it was dry for a while all during the event so it wasn’t a concern at all.

Anyway, Thursday I also was “required” to do some repair work on a hole in my mom’s front porch, lest she fall into that hole into oblivion.  So amidst packing the car or my stuff, and my sister’s stuff, I also had to dedicate 2 hours to this.  Plus it was raining, and packing a car and working on a front porch in the rain isn’t any fun.


The car was packed, and it barely held everything of ours, and was dragging really close to the ground.    Any reservations I had about driving a 28 year old car with 300,000 miles on it 600 miles were pushed into the back of my mind (and as it turns out, unfounded as this is of course, a Volvo, you can’t kill them), as I went back home to try to get a few hours sleep.  I was instructed to not be a minute late in arriving to pick my sister up, because well, she gets really pissed if I’m late and whatever, I don’t want this trip to start off on the wrong foot.

So, 4 hours of not quite so much sleep, and at 6:40 am I get a call from my sister.  She hadn’t been feeling well the last few days and felt even worse right now, and decided that maybe it’s not such a good idea that she goes to Pennsic.  Well, that was information that would’ve been useful 6 HOURS BEFORE I LOADED THE CAR ALL UP WITH BOTH OF OUR CAMPING CRAP.

too much...

Of course I was pissed.  The entire reason I got convinced to go to this event is because it was something to do together.  She suggested that maybe I go alone, tomorrow, but didn’t seem to suggest that she would go at all.   I threw it out there that maybe once we got going and got there she’d feel better, but this event can really take a LOT out of  your physically and if you’re not feeling completely up to your game, it can be hell.

I also looked at the car with 900lbs of stuff in it, and the drive back to my house  after loading it up the car wasn’t happy either (the nose was sorta pointing straight up, and the whole thing was handling pretty strangely).  Plus the roof rack was a stock roof rack and on the flimsy side, and add to that the assurance that if she stayed home, I wouldn’t have to worry about mom, or having to come home early if my sister got tired, so I wasn’t angry for long.

About an hour later I had all my sister’s stuff out of the car, and the load was significantly reduced, and I was on my way.  Any fears about the car making it sorta evaporated after a few hundred miles.  About the worst thing that happened is that the temperature gauge died, but it’s a cooling fan driven my the engine, and there was no antifreeze or water pump leaks, so henceforth it could be ignored.  I’ve driven on plenty of long road trips in dodgy old jalopies, and in most cases the best way to look at it is this:  “Hmm, does this car have 1200 miles of driving back and forth to the supermarket still in it?  Why yes, I think it does!  Then in that case it’ll do 600 miles each direction if you baby it.”

So yeah, made it, got there, set up camp.  Then went into town the next day to get all the stuff that was forgotten/figured out you needed once you get there.  I also picked up my Roman arch that I made for the Blue Feather encampment, and during the event, I worked a bit on it.

I pretty much ignored the outside world for a bit, though I had access to a really nifty solar powered phone charger, which is one of the many benefits to the ever improving campsite of Clan Blue Feather (thanks papa Caleb!).   There’s plenty of people with store bought (mundane) tents, but there’s a whole lot of period tents and a recent outbreak of Mongolian yurts (which are very cool, ~literally~ cool, though I don’t know if I want one), and all my campmates are great and they always make me feel welcome, even though I tend to just do my own thing.  I did a lot of wandering at night and though I think I was more social this year than 2 years before, I was missing what was sorta intended on going with my sister- someone to default to hanging around with, if you want to go into “pennsic town” merchanting and all that.

Of course, once my sister had the weight of not being worried about feeling sick at Pennsic, she let me know she felt a lot better, and briefly considered just throwing all her stuff in her car and following the next day.  But eventually she decided she didn’t feel quite well enough and stayed home, which I guess was the best.  I advised her that the best way she’d not miss Pennsic was to pick some other activity that  you wouldn’t have normally done during that time, that way you aren’t kicking yourself for missing out, and you have another experience in it’s place.

So here’s my tent, which every year I say will be the last year I’m going to use it.  The skin is ripstop nylon that’s now nearly 30 years old (I made it from the skin and frame of two earlier homeade tents) and is no longer “rip-stop”. In fact, it’s very brittle and very rippable.  We got very lucky with not having any more rain this year than about a minute of a sprinkle, so all my work patching and waterproofing it were never put to the test.

So, outfits!  What did I make, and what do I have to show you?  Well, I made lots, but sadly I don’t have a heck of a lot to show  you right now.

The big outfit this year was that I finished up/made progress on the Valkyrie outfit I had started years back.  Years back it looked like this, just a corset, panties, collar and helmet:

But there was always going to be a LOT more to it, and like too many of my current projects, I don’t want to shoot with it until it’s really exactly where I want it to be.   Before leaving for Pennsic, I managed to get a lot more pieces done, actually so many that the corset part didn’t really work with it any more.  Like I think it works better with a bare belly.

My finishing up work at Pennsic itself consisted of gluing on details.  It’s hard to describe what sort of material this is, It’s like a super-heavy plastic/vinyl material.  It’s not impossible to sew (and I confess I jam anything I can into my poor sewing maching) but you almost have to manually spin the wheel to push the needle into the material and sort of hand-sew with a sewing machine (if that makes ANY sense).  But seeing how it’s a very non-porous plasticy smooth material, it’s actually one of the few things I’ve worked on where Super Glue works wonderfully.  Liquid (not gel) super glue likes it when two surfaces are extra smooth, and there is no air gaps.  So this stuff glues brilliantly, though it can’t take a lot of sideways stress.  So the thing to do is sew it, and then superglue another layer of gold on top, covering the stitches.

Here’s some shots of the details in progress.

Sadly, I don’t have ANY shots of me wearing this at the Blue Feather Ball at Pennsic.  Even though I had made all the individual pieces beforehand, and tried them all on seperately, having all of them on at the same time clearly revealed just how freaking uncomfortable this outfit really it.  It’s pretty much the same material I made the Dildroid outfit that Mandy Mitchell wore in UNS, and as filming for that went on, it was so uncomfortable for her, that alterations were made (cutting out parts that chafe) and eventually whole pieces of the outfit were taken off just for comfort’s sake.

Add to that I was wearing 7 or 8 inch heels, and had to walk about 1/4 mile on dirt road to the event from the campsite in them.  And then back in the dark.  So just getting my ass there was the priority, bringing a camera wasn’t, though I’m sure someone took a picture of me, and that’ll surface sooner or later.  Also, any pictures shot at Pennsic would’ve been in the dark/flash/icky lighting situations which also don’t do justice to this outfit.  I look forward to the eventually shoot I do in my studio in this, because what you see here really doesn’t show how cool it is.

Another main piece of garb I have is a dress that’s evolved over the years to become some sort of Russian princess of something, and it’s an outfit that’s benefitted from my recent experimentations with the bimbo look.  I had to alter this one to fit my new boobs but I think it looks cool.  It’s not the sort of outfit one might do a porn shoot in, so it really doesn’t get used much outside of Pennsic (though if anyone ever wants to hit King Richard’s Faire, I’m totally game).

Other outfits I tend to wear at Pennsic are little scraps of fur and general naughtyness.  For a Mardi Gras party they have there, I broke out my “Carnal Carnivale” outfit and I had a fun conversation with a much younger person about it the next day.  I’m guessing she was in her 20′s, but maybe she was even younger but damn, these kids don’t know anything.  I described to her that I was wearing a harlequin outfit the night before, and she kept reading it as “Harley Quinn”, and I kept having to repeat that it was “a harlequin outfit”, and she didn’t seem to know that there was this whole “harlequin” thing long before Batman came around.  But I digress. Kids these days don’t know anything.  For some reason this reminds me of years ago reading an article about those Saturn cars and the idiot in the article seeming to think they were named after the “Saturn V rocket” that put the Apollo capsule in orbit, when it’s pretty clear anyone looking at the Saturn car logo that it’s the goddamn planet with rings which I think pre-dates the rocket by about a zillion years (though I think the Roman god pre-dates the naming of the planet).  Anyway, where was I?

Oh yeah, so the harlequin outfit (which was literally like “oh, this old thing I threw on?”) was a hit, and for another party, I was something of an incursion from the medival future when I wore something decidedly Rococo.  I made some panniers and trimmed a padded bra to match the old “Masquerade” outfit and came up with this:

Again, I’m sorry for the shitty quality of the photos.  The drawback of Pennsic is that it gets pretty hot during the day, from the moment you’re basically forced awake out of your tent by the heat  (I swear sometimes you can hear the timer going off on the oven.. Bing!  Dinner’s cooked!), then you spend most of the afternoon trying to beat the heat, or just enduring it.  Then around 5pm it finally cools down and you have precious 2 or 3 hours of tolerable temperatures/indirect sunlight that you can work on stuff.  By the time it’s getting dark is when you have a small window to do make up and get ready for whatever parties are going on that night.  And by the time you’re heading out, it’s already dark.  Since I didn’t take a real camera (just the iphone camera) I didn’t really get decent nighttime photos.  So, shitty grainy selfies and crappy phone flash shots will have to do.

Yes, that’s a ship sewed into the Marie Antionette wig.  I really really want to make a Rococo tgirl porn sooner or later.

I actually censored myself my making a panel covering my usually exposed crotch area. I dunno, I must be losing my exhibitionist touch.  Either that or I’m just being more sensitive to other people’s consent issues.  It’s all fine and dandy to be an exhibitionist at the right sort of events, but sometimes other people don’t quite want to see so much skin so yeah, I guess maybe I’m a bit more grown up about it.  In any event, I was told after the fact that my Valkyrie outfit was barely keeping my junk tucked, but I had much bigger things to worry about that night I hardly noticed amidst all the poking and plastic biting and pinching me.

But after about a week of Pennsic, I was feeling pretty exhausted.  Despite wearing a gallon of sunscreen and using parasols, it’s almost inevitable that I get a bit too much of a suntan where I really don’t want it, and all that walking in the sun wears you down, not to mention feeling overextended and strung out.  The event was over by Saturday, but by Friday morning I had had enough, and my allergies were in overdrive.  Plus I knew if I could get back before Saturday afternoon, I could squeeze in a few hours of webcamming before the close of the next pay period.

So I packed up camp and blew out of there by Friday evening.  I made the 600 mile trek home back in a respectable 10 hours (nowhere near my record time in 2013, when I made it there in 8~ hours – yes that’s an average of 75~), immediately climbed right into bed, to wake up Saturday afternoon to squeeze in a few hours of webcamming.

Then back to bed and lots and lots of sleep between Sunday and now.  And lots of cleaning because my cats really aren’t doing their part to clean up the place while I’m gone (despite many failed attempts to show them how to turn on the vacuum, I mean, how hard is it?  I swear they’re just ignoring my instructions).

So now it’s Tuesday and what’s next?  Well, writing this and then figuring out what’s next. That’s what’s next.

Blagh. This is how i still feel days later.

I sorta need a vacation from the vacation…


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Two new shoots : Sneak Peek of “Bronie’s Wet Dream” and Blue Gingham/Picnic revisited

So Tuesday (7/7) when I reported last, I was nearly ready to shoot these two shoots, one outdoors and one indoors.  Wednesday it was very hot and humid and there were pretty much back to back thunderstorms in the forecast, so I didn’t think I was going to get a chance to shoot before the weekend.

So I worked on things all day Wednesday, and even with the A/C running in my studio it was barely enough to keep the place cool.  What happened unexpectedly that night is that after all day of trying to cool down the studio, it naturally got colder at night, and better still it would stay that way for Thursday before going back up into the 80′s

And on top of that, we got some breaks of sunshine, not exactly ideal conditions, but well enough that I took a stab at my new Blue Gingham outfit re-interperation  (which I don’t know what to call this shoot, yet, as it’s sorta a combination of “Bike Ride” and “Picnic”).  I polished off an old blue and white 3-speed bike I have, put tons of flowers in a basket, and even though it was clouding up, I decided to risk it.

Usually I don’t get so lucky shooting outdoors when it’s a mix of clouds and sun. Generally I like sun and blue sky more than clouds at all, but the day went along well enough that I’m happy with the lighting.  I tend to put my back to the sun, and use a reflector to light my body.
Anyway, I think these pictures came out fantastic, even though it’s not the shoot I spent quite as much time preparing for.  So I will be editing these pictures up first and putting them on the site, with “Bronie’s Wet Dream” to follow later.

So later that night it was cool enough in the studio to shoot without melting (though even with a fan running, it got hot enough under the studio lights, because it turns out that this pegacorn outfit I made has an awful lot of layers!  Not to mention leg warmers and knit stockings.  How did the shoot come out?  Well, ok.. I haven’t really sifted through all the shots yet.

For all my hard work on the wings and the horn and all that, I soon discovered that the awkwardness of the outfit and the squishiness of the white fur covered mattress made it pretty difficult to do quite as many poses as I would have liked.  I got about 100 shots done and then enough heat had built up that I had to take a break.

I knew I had forgotten something- a cutie mark!  Oh well.    So after the break I resumed the shoot without the wings or gloves just because it was too hot to work. I haven’t really gone through all the shots yet, but I took about 200, and if I can put together a set of about 150 or so, then that’s a good amount.  I guess I’m just editing the blue ones now because that’s the set I feel better about.  With some clever cropping of the other ones I’m sure it’ll be a good set, and then it’s on to whatever the next shoots are!

I dunno, maybe I need to add a few rainbows in the background or something, What do you think?


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Get your shit together, Tara.

Well, I have some good news to report, but as usual it’s going to take a little while to see results.

Over 4th of July weekend I went full speed ahead with my pegacorn costume, and decided to make new feathery wings, using the feathers from the old ones, which were over 10 years old, and falling apart.  But the feathers will still good.

I got a couple pieces of foam core and decided on a different style entirely for the new wings.  The old wings (above) were more vertical, and the new design (below) more horizontal, like outstretched.  I also went bigger, and got about to the point you see in this picture when I realized something was amiss.
The old ones were wire and posterboard, but they had some three-dimensionality to them, whereas the new ones were totally flat.  The more I worked on the new ones, the more I started to appreciate the fact that the old ones looked great from more than one angle.  The more the new ones started to look like cheap wings from the party store too.  Plus, I think I completely fucked up the shape of them, with the curve of the large feathers curving out on the bottom, instead of in.  After a while I realized that the new ones also reminded me of that graphic representation of a mustache that was popular for a while, though as graphic things go, it was something I really hated.   When you are making something that reminds you of something you loathe, that’s when it’s time to rip it up and start over.

So, I went back to the drawing board.  Since I had only ripped half of the feathers off the old ones, all the parts of that pair that needed repair were easily accessible.  I decided to just stiffen and fix the old pair,and add some extra curves to it. The result is much much better, and someday I’ll probably start from scratch but use the old pair as a guide.  Actually what would be cool would be ones that are hinged and have joints in them like real wings, but that would be for another day.  So here’s how the new-old ones came out.

As you can see, they have great curves to them, and look good from all angles, even if they aren’t outstretched like I was thinking I wanted.

I’m not sure what I was thinking with the flat new ones, and I’m glad I came to my senses and went back to what worked.  Sorta like what I went through earlier on in the same outfit with trying a zillion different colored wigs all added together until I settled on just one rainbow one.  There’s a process of trial and error and just getting everything right, and sometimes that process takes time.   I’m working on tweaking the corset, building the set and making the ears/horn for it now, but I’m going to wrap thing up as quickly as possible so I can shoot asap.

However, while I was cleaning out my sewing room so that I could subsequently get feathers everywhere, I stumbled across my old blue gingham corset, the outfit used the the old “Picnic” and “Blug Gingham” shoots way back.  I had brought it in because I ended up desperate for trim to embellish the red “Polka Hearts” outfit (see blog post here).  I needed a few more yard of a very specific trim that I had used on that outfit, and after a day of hitting many cloth stores, I gave up.  Only to discover that there was a lot of it on the blue gingham corset and it really didn’t work so well on that one.  And it also turned out that I had something better that worked with the blue/white color scheme.  So I ripped it off , used it on polka hearts (the new shoot called “Polkadots and Pearls”)  and tossed it in a pile to be fixed later.

Cleaning my room I was like, well, I should just FIX this corset now while it’s right in front of me and the trim is right here.  You know, right then and there instead of doing what I usually do, which is put it off till later.  I also took the opportunity to open up the bra cups a bit to fix my new silicone orbs.  And then tied it all together with a new long, blonde bimbo hairstyle and posed for a few selfies.

Wow.  Everything I’ve ever made looks 1000x better with huge fucking tits.  So with a little more tweaking (I had to make a hair bow and I have some buttons to sew on), I think this will be an outfit I shoot in very soon. I was thinking on a blue and white 3-speed bike with flowers in a basket, outside under the shade, and then a few sipping wine on a picnic cloth out in the grass.  I’ve got a nice back yard to film this in, provided that no assholes decide to cut through my yard at precisely that moment.

mental note: I really need to finish up my sewing room and make it more photogenic


Unfortunately, the minute you start thinking about doing shoot outdoors, -without fail- that is when the weather decides it’s going to cloud up on you, or give you that hazy sunshine which gives you crappy lighting.  I’m waiting for a crisp, sunny day, when the sky is a medium blue, and I can use the sunlight as a backlight, with a reflector as fill light.  I’ve tried shooting on cloudy days or hazy sunshine days, and a bright white sky is good for nothing, and cloudy days just make all the colors kind of dull.  So, with thunderstorms in the forecast, I’m biding my time for a nice day to shoot, otherwise I’m all ready to go.

Seriously, if you want to make it rain, the thing to do is to plan an outdoor shoot, and heck, you might as well wash your car, and take a convertible for a spin with the top down, because that seems to create some kind of low pressure vortex creating rainstorms.  I’m certain there’s a paper on this in Scientific American.  Did you also know there’s a mathematical formula for how far something bounces off the floor when you drop it?  The distance something bounces away from you when you drop is is proportional to how irreplaceable that thing is.  So If its like the one screw you need to finish something, and that screw is something you can’t get (like made out of unobtanium), if you drop it only 2 feet, it’s almost certain to bounce about 25 feet away from the point of impact.

Like I said, there’s probably a whole nobel prize winning article on this theorem somewhere…

So today I’m running a few errands, to get those last bits and pieces together for the new Blue Gingham outfit shoot, and also the Bronie’s Wet Dream shoot.  If I can really get shit together, I’ll try to have a little area in my house ready to go for a run-of-the-mill lingerie shoot too.


PS Everything looks better with boobs.




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