Sequoia Redd

I had a dream last night about having sex with an elephant.

Not a life size one though, he was small enough to lay in my bed.

Interpertations welcome:

^ this is took place where I live, they say there were 1500 people here at one point

I love this last photo, so cute!

I have a bunch more from magazines I borrowed from my neighbor that I scanned so look out!

Once upon a time, long ago(forgive the intro, I’ve been in the mood for fairy tales lately..well dirty ones anyways…) in the era of flower children, better drugs and real music this little nudist compound hosted a series of events called the

Miss Nude Pageants.

And I have retro photos to prove it…

This should have really been posted on Thanksgiving, but I’ve been busy.

I’ve  been investigating school. But as everything else school requires money and I earn money dancing/posing naked or having sex with strangers. Woo for me.

Anyways, back to thankfullness (which is not a word I know).

I’m thankful for the internet. Tremendously, you really have no idea and I don’t possess the words to be able to explain to you how important the net has been to me in relation to my sexuality.

Without Google.com I wouldn’t have figured out how to achieve an orgasm at twelve years old. Yes I used an internet search engine to find out how to stimulate my clitoris. Thank you Google!

Without NetMeet or AIM I wouldn’t have gotten my very first practice at phone sex and moaning for guys online at thirteen years old. Yes I chatted with older men in foreign countries and moaned for them over my mic whilst I watched them jackoff and cum on their webcams.

Without any of the crappy mainstream porn sites I probably would have never been involved with the sex industry at all. Even though coming across the very few gonzo scenes I was in makes me cringe (akin to feelings of watching old home videos) I’m thankful for the experience of them.

Without the internet I would have never traveled over to Australia for AbbyWinters, IFeelMyself, IShotMyself and BeautifulAgony.

Without the Internet my latest folio on IShotMyself.com wouldn’t have been possible.

Just this month alone without the internet I wouldn’t have been able to pay my rent (thank you Tara & NiteFlirt!!).

Without the net I wouldn’t have been able to easily explore the world of niche fetishes or put MasturbationImpossible out there for the world to enjoy.

So, this Thankgiving…or very belated Thanksgiving…I’m thankful for the internet, because without it I would be homeless…amongst other unappealing fates…

My garden is growing.

It may seem strange, but its teaching me a lot about competition. You plant a few seeds, some grow, some don’t, they unfurl themselves in the most beautiful manner, maybe there’s too many in one spot, so you have to thin the small ones out, but always, no matter what, no matter how beautiful they appear and how many flowers or fruits they bloom, there’s always a competition for the sun.

I love watching my seedlings hatch and unwind, twisting and opening and blossoming and spreading their little leaf arms towards the sun. Its beautiful, its inspiring, its motivating. It just makes you want to try harder.

When I was school age I hated sports. I hated competitions. I hated competing in general. I never wanted to participate because I always assumed that I would be the last, the loser. I still find myself shying away from competitiveness at times, I think everyone is on their own journey and I’m not sure why people are racing at all. What are we running this rat race for?

I’ve been neglecting this blog for a while because a few events in my personal life that need to be written about, I can’t. I can’t write about them for a number of reasons, though it would benefit me personally to articulate certain things, there are people that read this blog looking for a way to bring me down. There’s no pretty way to say it. There are people that read this blog looking for a way to crush me, to beat me in the “race” to eat some of the pieces of my last meal that I may have dropped along the way. Its annoying and aggravating, especially since its someone I helped out a lot. But a phrase keeps ringing in my ear that some wise lady told me once, always be the bigger person.

So I’m going to be the bigger person, I’m going to keep competing for my own rays of the sun, unfurling and raising my little leaf arms and spreading my roots down deep.

This blog post is going to seem super random for some…so just enjoy the photos…and leave nice comments, I like that

I have a crush on this marigold…

A little red corn snake I found in my garden. He’s super friendly and has eaten two lizards so far, though I didn’t get to watch. I can’t decide what to name him, I’m torn between Satan and Rojo. What do you guys think?

Hope you guys enjoy…I’m not such a good speaker and it was a little disorganized…but yeah…lots of cool victory garden propaganda posters in between! Yay!

Let me know what you think…