But that's not all I've been up to.
Cheers,
Tess.
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So, I'm watching "Fucking Mystic", and it's fucking adorable. Oh, femmes. <3 Completely delightful. But that's not all I've been up to. I've been having a grand time showing off my bare feet (and barely there sandals, clearly) around town. I love that there's a polish out there called "rock star", and I love that it's all sparkly pink glitter. It's kind of marvelously Femme in a fairly traditional sense, and I get such a kick out of it! <3 Accent nails. I tell you. I never much bothered with them before, but I'm absolutely loving them right now! This one's a pearly white polish - basic drugstore stuff - flanked with Malaga Wine (one of my favourites from OPI). By the way, that's my new studio rug under my feet. It's a gift from a friend who was downsizing, and it's beautiful. I love how it feels under my soles. <3 Anyway. More to follow, but that's my quickie update for today.
Cheers, Tess.
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Summer in the City: Barefoot Gardening, Flipflop Tanlines, and Tease & Dangle on a Public Patio.5/10/2015 Thank all the gods, it's SUMMER! I know, I know, the temperature's dropping down to eleven (C, not F - don't freak out, American readers), and technically we're not out of the "danger of frost" zone for another two weeks, BUT it's been 30 in the shade for over a week, I've got a sunburn on my back and the beginnings of a flipflop tan on my feet. I don't know about you, but I kind of love flipflop tan-lines. Maybe it's because I spent so many years (waaay too many years) wearing "men's" shoes - you know, the kind of boxy, heavy sports sandals that make burkenstocks look sexy - because I needed more support in the arch department than your average flipflop provides (I know, right? You've all seen my arches. You wouldn't think I'd have needed the boost but, for a long time, I did). Give me half a chance, and I'm outside, working in the garden and getting my bare feet down and dirty in the rich, black soil, that or I'm chilling on a patio, iced latté in hand and sandal dangling off my toe, or literally tiptoeing through the tulips that are blooming absolutely everywhere!
I can't tell you how glad I am that the warm weather's finally arrived! It's great to be able to go wading outside, or hose off my filthy feet without tracking them through the house. With that in mind, Foot Fans, I'm heading back to the gorgeous great outdoors! :-) Wiggly Toes, Tess. Okay, so I went to the FPAs this year, and the movies were delightful.
Seriously. Among numerous other nominees, the Public Provocative Porn screening included: Pachisi, which was sensual and lovely. BioDildo, which was so adorable! (Best line, by Jizz Lee's character to her husband: "We have plenty of dicks!"). Tobi Hill Meyer's Bound by Borders which, honestly, took me from "this is sweet and lovely and perfect" to "oh, god, my heart just broke" in seconds. Morgana Muses' gorgeous, empowering, work-of-art shibari scene (that got so many cheers at the pre-screening!). ...And there was Fuck Dolls. Oh my gods, you guys. Everyone knows that dolls come alive at midnight, right? Well, Zahra Stardust brought us a voyeuristic orgy of barbie dolls (and, okay, a couple of ken dolls, but how many of us bothered with them anyway?) plus a pair of increasingly life-like dollies in latex lingerie and platform lexan heels having as much fun with each other as possible before the clock struck one. Yeah. No surprises here, but they had me at the shoes. ;-) It was cute. It was irreverent. It was sexy as all get out. But it was watching those ladies trail their tongues along the length of each others' stillettos that sent me over my personal edge. I was just gone. <3 The FPAs generously gave me and my traveling companions gift bags that included copies of "My Own Master" (Kimberly Kane) and "Frisk Me" (Madison Young), and I've since picked up a copy of Fucking Mystic (Courtney Trouble; Chelsea Poe). I figure, if you want to make good porn, you gotta watch good porn. :-) The research is gonna be hella fun! ;-) Hello, darlings. :-)
Recently, I spent a lovely evening with a couple of delicious friends, lounging about (for real - did you know that a "lounge bed" is an actual thing? My life just go so much better!) and playing footsie in our socks. I know. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. My life is so hard. ;-) BUT it go me thinking: It's a funny thing, how women are "allowed" to have foot fetishes in ways that men "aren't". You know: We can drop into a salon any day of the week to have our feet touched, pampered, carressed and, as long as we don't moan too obviously, nobody's the wiser that we're enjoying the treatment more than we "should be". We're are surrounded by a dizzying array of high heels just about everywhere we go - even if the more well-endowed among us can't necessarily find ones that fit without going on a serious search (True Confession: I love going along as a consultant when my small-footed sisters need new shoes for exactly the same reasons you like going shoe-shopping with your wives and girlfriends). We're even tacitly encouraged to adorn and enjoy our feet on a daily basis (who doesn't love a pretty new polish or a long, hot bath spent with the loofah and some peppermint footscrub?) Sex Educator Midori has a term for women (and everyone else) who enjoys having their feet pampered and admired. She calls us "foot hedonists". I love this term. I love it so much, because it really puts the focus on the enjoyment we get from showing off our fancy feet & pretty polish, recieving touch & pleasure through our toes and soles, wearing stockings or spiffy socks, indulging in toe rings, ankle bracelets, and amazing, eye-catching shoes... There's an unfortunate meme that's embeded in our culture, one where women and sexually receptive people are coded as "passive" in sexual encounters. We're anything but! (Case in point: What's a vagankle next to a real, live woman who moans when you carress her soles, whose toes curl in pleasure at your kiss? See what I mean?) Giving us a term like "foot hedonist" lets us recognize and claim our receptivity as well as our enthusiastic participation! A foot hedonist isn't just "putting up with" your foot fetish, she's actively encouraging and enjoying it. :-D Just a little food for thought. Cheers, darlings, ~ Tess. So, perhaps you've noticed, but I kind of love thigh-high socks. I don't know what it is about them that feels so sexy in a way that stay-up stockings don't quite manage. Maybe it's their casualness - like how a worn t-shirt stretched over hard nipples is sexy in a way that makes a boned bustier look like its just trying too hard? Not that I'm knocking boned bustiers, or stockings for that matter - I quite like both - but OTK socks, particularly the super-extra-long ones that can almost fake it as tights until you catch a flash of thigh just past someone's hemline, are just sexy as hell. I'll wear them to bed. I'll wear them to fuck in.
Can you blame me? So, I cut my hair. It's still long, just nowhere near as long as it was (now it's about nipple-length) and I have bangs which I haven't had since I was in about the fourth grade. I quite like the look.
Beyond that, I've been having a grand time replacing equipment and filming new footage (Ha! FOOTage! Yes, I'm totally the kind of girl who makes bad puns) featuring dangling black slingbacks and sheer black pantyhose. So it's been a fun few weeks. Talk to you soon, Tess. So I don't do a lot of blog challenges, but how could I pass this one up? (I'll probably do a few more as the mood strikes me, but this was a definite yes for obvious reasons).
Now, I admit, tights are not my Thing. They don't stay up and they're too full-coverage to turn my sexual crank. But socks, stockings, and pantyhose? Mmm. :-) I doubt it'll come as a shock to any of you that I love them all. I mean, my greatest love is for super-long over-the-knee (thigh-high, who am I kidding) socks. The comfort and coziness doesn't diminish how delicious I feel when I'm wearing them. They're the perfect mix of practical (I live in the Great White North, and it's February, y'all...) and hot-as-fuck, and I LOVE them! BUT I'm also a stockings gal. Delicate, sheet (usually black) stockings or brightly coloured fishnets (sometimes I layer them together) held up by a good quality garter belt... I feel elegant - sometimes in a classic way, as with Just Stockings; sometimes in a little more edgy-femme (oh, fishnets - I didn't entirely miss the 1990s, and The Craft will forever have a place in my heart, so...) - but always elegant when I'm wearing them. Pretty straight-forward so far, right? Lots of love all around. And then we get to pantyhose. Oh... That's something else. I have kind of a love-hate relationship with pantyhose. I'm tall enough - 6'4" - that even just finding pantyhose that fits and will reliably stay put is, ah, challenging. Okay, it's frustrating. And, for everyday wear? They're not something I want. But for not-so-everyday-wear? For, say, sex? On my own or with someone else? Fuck. I love them. Love the slippery-silkiness of the nylon, love the way they make my legs (and not just my legs) look, love the way they run and tear when I rip into them with my nails. Love the way I can fuck and grind through them, what I (or you) can see and not see, the way they hold my hips and thighs... Guh. ...Okay, maybe I don't like them for everyday wear because they're too distracting. ;-) <a href="http://kinkandpoly.com/kinkoftheweek/" title="Kink of the Week"><img src="http://kinkandpoly.com/kinkoftheweek/files/2013/03/bannershoes-e1362893440910.jpg" alt="Kink of the Week" title="Kink of the Week" /></a> So I had a lovely time filming new footage (new FOOTage! Ha! See what I did thar? <*cough*> Moving on...) the other day. An involved piece that meant painting my toenails in a deep teal, and a couple of others that let me indulge my sensual side by oiling up my feet and letting them slip and slide all over each other.
Set some of them to "Dancing In The Rain" (the Snowflake version, not the one made famous by a certain tap-dancer). I swear, I love drizzling stuff over my feet. I suspect that there will be a lot of food-crushing and splosh shoots in my future, just because of that. Watch out kiwis. I wonder if I can peel a banana with my toes... Anyway. You can check out my latest video, Slip and Slide (Part One), over at the shop. Do enjoy. ;-) XoX Tess So I've spent the morning hunting up music on ccmixter, looking for appropriate tracks for my videos. I love-love-love that these generous artists are uploading their work - elegant instrumentals, ambient trip-hop tracks, bluesy solos and upbeat improv jazz - and offering it for free, even for commercial uses like mine.
I find that the right music can make or break a video, so I try to pick tracks that reflect what I'm portraying. For example, "White Out (Shade of the Moon Mix)" by Sack Jo, lends an etherial, otherworldly quality to "Snow Angel", my barefoot walk through the drifts in sub-zero temperatures, while "Drops of H2O (Filtered Water Mix)", by DJ Lang, couldn't be more appropriate forn "Splish Splash". Right now, I'm sorting through tracks to accompany new videos - lots of wiggling toes and scrunched soles, dangling stilettos, pantyhose, polish, and secret naughtiness, all slated to be uploaded in February. Wish me luck with finding the perfect music for each fantasy! xox Tess So, the most recent piece that I uploaded to my store is a clip called "snow angel". A barefoot stroll through new-fallen snow. You can imagine what that was like! I mean, sure, it starts out chilly and refreshing, all delicious shivers and the neat sensation that comes when your own body heat colides with sub-zero temperatures, melting the snow into ice. It was neat to leave footprints where I'd walked, neat to sort out the framing to show them off or keep them hidden. Spreading my toes, and then scrunching them back up, close together; leaving sweaping trails in the snow, it was lovely. But - shocking, I know - it was so cold! As soon as I got back indoors, I started shooting for "Water Babe" (which you'll see, soon enough - stay tuned) in the hopes of staving off any frost-bite I'd inadvertently courted. In spite of the cold, I LOVE the results. Bogota Blackberry polish stands out beautifully against the crisp snow, and the icy temperatures brought the colour out in my feet. Here's a teaser to whet your appetite: Now go take a look at the real thing.
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