I carried the camcorder around with me for a couple months, in the middle of which I broke my hand and was sexually impaired for a bit. As you’ll see though, I worked it out. I put it all together on my computer and it was 3 hours long! Then I cut out all the sucky or unsexy parts. Here are some things you won’t see:

- Me skinning a moose, squatting in a puddle of blood and pulling the heart out of a moose, or any dead animals.
- Lynx tracks.
- Me falling off an icey log.
- Me chopping wood toplessly.

You will see:

- Fire and ice, my favorite things to stare at.
- My nipples at twenty below.
- My funny face making while moving the oil lamp around.
- Me stripping and masturbating by the light of an oil lamp.

It’s just like being in my cabin with me! In the dark winter with no electric lights! Naked!

Here’s what someone I respect a lot said about it:

I LOVE how seductive and soothing your voice is. That’s the first thing I noticed (which is unusual for me because the first thing I usually notice is tits). It’s great how you show the viewer your environment, which I think allows them to feel like they know you a bit and maybe also like a voyeur type thing. It’s cool how you’re not like, fake and pretending to be all into wearing lingerie and doing male-directed porn things. It could definitely appeal to both men and women and I’d probably fap to it if I weren’t bleeding.

And here’s what a lady who I think is a lot like a lot of you said:

Well, let’s start off with: it was effective. I just came. Yay!

I think it’s very charming with the personal bits and the sexy bits mixed together. I might remove the face/lamp bit…

Anyways, I hope you buy it and love it and I make lots more!

Click here to get it.

I was inspired. First thing in the morning after feeding the fire I dragged the generator inside to thaw. It takes a while, because it’s been very frozen for a long time. After a couple hours I drug it out and tried starting it, but the pull start wouldn’t turn, so I drug it back in and put it close to the stove. A little later it started and I hooked it up to the batteries to start the slow trickily charging. This also takes a long time, and by the time it was done the sun was starting to look a little low. I wanted to make some hypnoporn and some ecoporn – hypnoporn in the cabin must be made at the very lightest time of day, while ecoporn can (I think) be made outside.

It took two tanks of generator gas to take the batteries up from 11.4 to 12.8, and then the camcorder was dead, so I plugged it in and then it was dark. What a waste of a day.

The next day I had to walk into the village to get the mail. I brought the camcorder and flashed it along the trail. In a month when it’s much warmer this will be much easier. After the mail I stopped to visit friends, but they weren’t home. I called them on their cell phone from their home phone and they were twenty minutes away and their kid wasn’t even around. “I can use your electricity?” I asked excitedly.

“Sure,” they said. They’re so nice. I’ve been doing this weird using of my friends places for work lately. The other week I took a shower at someone’s house, did my make up and put lingerie and a cute dress on under my dirty carharts, then told her I had to run and do an odd job.

Anyways, I whipped out my camcorder and the script I’d written for hypnoporn – good thing I’d worn my favorite push up bra! I positioned the camera down low looking up so that my boobs were in the foreground and my greasy hair and just-walked-two-hours face were hopefully not so noticeable in the background. When they pulled into their driveway I was just transferring it to my laptop. A couple hours later it was live on the internet and I even got one of those email “jim has just bought your file. You have received $14.” right away!*

So, it turns out hypnoporn is a lot easier to make than ecoporn. I’m gonna keep carrying the camera around with me, capturing beautiful moments, for a week or two, and then try to edit it all together in a beautiful way.

So, uh, keep staying tuned.

* Wanna read about how I make money on the internet with hypnoporns? I made a website! Seven days to sexy passive income.

Hi everybody! Thanks for all your comments on my last post! I’m going to write a whole thing about that. In the meantime, here’s something I wrote about empowerment.

There’s been a lot of interesting talk about the internet lately about empowerment. Someone smart said somewhere (?) that it doesn’t really matter if sex workers are empowered. Workers rights issues are workers rights issues – does anyone care if people are empowered by working at WalMart and does that have anything to do with them getting arrested?

I think I’m just writing about the empowerment thing because it’s this big ol’ buzz word that can be interpreted any which way. Also because I got a letter in the mail the other day from the most amazing of sacred whore friend talking about all the judgement and bad thoughts that bubble up around sex work. How to feel empowered in whore-dom?

em·pow·er   [em-pou-er]
verb (used with object)
1.to give power or authority to; authorize, especially by legal or official means: I empowered my agent to make the deal for me. The local ordinance empowers the board of health to close unsanitary restaurants.
2.to enable or permit: Wealth empowered him to live a comfortable life.

I use sex work to get money. Money, in our culture (not in reality), is power. It’s a warm place to sleep, organic food, private schools, attentive medical care, and all the iPads you’ll ever want. Or it can be a way to buy land and ditch capitalism. Money is also a way to determine value in a free market system.

(I remember once upon a time, a drunken bartender in a West Virginia strip club shaking her tip jar at me after a cop threatened us with new legislation again. “You know why those people hate me? You know how much money I make? Those assholes have to go to school for years and kiss ass every day of their lives and they still don’t make as much as me!”)

Sex work empowers me because it gives me money, which is power. I have land, solar panels, a boat with a good engine that has a warranty, and a truck that’ll last me the rest of my life or until civilization collapses because of sex work. I’m empowered to live a life I love and spend most of my days walking in the woods, cutting wood, and hauling water, because of sex work.

Our culture says that my sexuality is valuable. According to the free market system, my sexual attention is worth about three times as much as a lawyer’s legal attention or a doctor’s medical attention. We value doctors and lawyers because they are smart, and we give them money (power) because they took their smartness to school for almost a decade. We value me because I’ve spent my life becoming awesome. Also I read a book about marketing.

Respect is another way of giving and receiving power in our culture. Whores don’t get so much of that, but when Rush Limbaugh calls us names* it’s because he’s jealous of our empowerment.

* Actually, I’m kinda confused about this Rush Limbaugh thing. Did he just call us prostitutes? Why do we care? I’m without teevee, but I’m being contemporary, dammit!

** I think there’s correlation here! Everyone I’ve ever heard/read say that sex work isn’t empowering was either well off already or wasn’t able to make much money with sex work anyways. Someone should do a study!!

There has been a miracle of life this holiday season in my little cabin cave in the snowy woods!

When it first got cold I was stuck in town on the wrong side of the unfrozen river. Usually it only takes a couple weeks for the river to freeze, but this year was strangely warm and it took a long time and then a week of forty below before I could get home. When I finally did get home I lit a big fire in my big wood stove in my little cabin and set about thawing things out. You see, the walls and the furniture hold on to the cold much longer than the air, so one good night of sweating it out ensures books that don’t harbor frost and a bed that isn’t icey to climb into.

As night fell I lit the oil lamp and cozied up to it with a book and a cup of tea. This is the good life. Soon I heard a noise and noticed a winged one with one wing frozen into the melting ice on the window. They flapped frantically trying to get unstuck. I shrugged and moved the lamp closer to them, figuring they weren’t long for this world. It wasn’t long before my reading was interrupted by more noises and I looked up to see a moth throwing their self at the light. Luckily the flame has a glass thingy around it, but I didn’t want this moth who had been frozen and come back to life to die in the fire, so I turned the light off and sat staring into the dark.

The moth landed on my shoulder. I decided to name the moth Moth, not that the Moth would give a shit about a name, but I needed something to call them. After a while I became incredibly itchingly curious about whether Moth was still on me, and where, so I turned on my head light. Moth was on my arm, drunk with the cold away from the light. I helped Moth onto a little piece of paper and put them down. In the morning they were still there. Lifeless. Poor Moth.

That night I again built up the fire in the stove (well, just a tiny bit, it was twenty above outside!) and lit the oil lamp, and Moth came back to life!

I looked through all my books and tried to understand dormancy and identify moth. How is it possible for all of Moth’s little cells to freeze into little crystals at forty below and then come to life a week later? What the heck kind of moth is Moth anyways? It turns out Moth is a butterfly. Lymphalidae Polygonia, or a green comma. See how the end of Moth’s antennae are bulb shaped? That’s how you know that Moth is a butterfly and not a moth.

As it cooled down and I turned the lamp way down, Moth looked for a good place to go back to sleep and freeze again. The perfect place turned out to be between the fly swatter and the window. It’s sheltered from falling things, and perhaps spaces like this sometimes hold a tiny bit of heat. Just before I turned the lamp out for the night I was suprised to hear fluttering wings and see Moth joined by another Lymphalidae Polygonia. Moth has a partner! They’re snuggling now behind the fly swatter, sharing body heat maybe.