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Yep, that’s me, on the cover of the Baltimore City Paper today, in all my nekkid glory :-p Quite honestly, I’m a bit shocked at the photo they chose to go with… they even had to edit out my butt crack :-p

I’ve actually been spending the morning, trying to come to terms with it all. I mean, I’ve always been kind of OUT there, but… this definitely takes it to a whole new level :-p It also has to come at a time when I’m probably the least happy with how my body looks (and they had to use THE most unflattering picture depicting that, of course :-p), but… maybe that’s for the best, too… it’s definitely been a test of my inner steel, here :-p

Of course, I can’t help but pick over the details (most of which, probably don’t really matter, but still)… the writer did seem to exaggerate some things, especially in the beginning of the article, that kind of pissed me off… things like the Christmas decorations still being up (I did put most of them away, but I intentionally left the lights on the ceiling because they’re just plain white lights and the girls like to light them up, here and there… plus there’s a bit of Christmas wrapping paper on one wall where the girls drew on it awhile ago, and we just haven’t gotten around to painting over it… and the girls kind of hang their drawings there, now.) Plus, the dig about the place smelling strongly of cats? We have one cat… who has had some bathroom issues lately, due to his age… but, I always clean things up, the litterbox was even freshly changed when they came over… and, I don’t even think they realized we HAD a cat, until *I* mentioned that we have a cat who is almost as old as the site (and, I joked, is getting kind of decrepit, now :-p)

So, whatever… I did try to clean up before they came over, but yeah, my office is kind of a mess (which can clearly be seen in that cover photo :-p) and, the rest of the house is a bit better, but we have kids… so yes, the place could be neater, but I think anybody with kids could say that :-p And, unless the Wii is actually considered an “ancient video game system” now, I know the writer was just kind of using exaggeration to try and paint a picture that we’re not exactly living in a porn palace (which is totally true :-p)

The bulk of the article, though, is about our history in the porn world here, and it’s pretty accurate. Again, a few little details are off, but I think it does make for an interesting read. And, I certainly appreciate the exposure (whether it’s completely flattering or not)… we can definitely use the traffic, which I hope will increase with this article!

So, we’ll see… and yeah, again, I’m working on coming to terms with it all :-p Of course, it’s hard not to be self-critical… especially when you know others won’t have a problem being critical :-p But, you know, while I’m heavier than I’d like to be right now, I’m totally about owning yourself, flaws and all. This is just me. I was thinner in the past, and I hope to be thinner in the future (if even just to be healthier in general)… I also hope to get my office more organized :-p But, whatever… the house could be neater, I could be more fit… but, I’m still the same person as I’ve always been and, I certainly don’t have anything to be ashamed of…

Oh and, click here to read the article! :-p

This is a picture from our 5th anniversary party back in 2000… it was actually right before Dave and I got married. I post it now because, at that party, in addition to a lot of nekkid chicks, was a reporter. We didn’t know it at the time, but afterward he published a story about us in the Baltimore City Paper. You can read it here.

I mention that now because, we’re about to be in the City Paper, again! This time, we were actually interviewed :-p And, we might even be the cover story… so, feel free to like the City Paper on Facebook. Even if you’re not in the area, you should be able to read the article online :-) Very nervous, but can’t wait, either!

I didn’t know what else to title this post, so.. that seemed as good as any :-p

Anyway, I know I’m way overdue for an update on this blog… so gonna be posting a few pictures, to try and jump-start things around here again :-D I also decided to do them in an InstaGram type of style, since I heard that’s what the kids are doing these days :-p

XOOXOO (hugs & boobies),

Jen

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First, a little explanation… this is going to be quite cheesy :-p But, it’s intentional… I’ve never taken myself too seriously when it comes to porn, and when I got the idea to do a film noir type story (complete with photos), well, I decided to go all out (as any of you literary types might be able to figure out, what with the purple-prose signifier that is the first line of this story.) :-p But, I hope you enjoy… personally, I’m enjoying this immensely. As of this moment, I’m not even done writing it yet, but I’m excited to see where the story goes ;-)

Chapter One

It was a dark and stormy night… the kind made for finding some out-of-the way spot, with everything you need to build a bridge between the atmospheric disturbance outside, and the searing swirl of ruminations inside. The kind of squall that only comes from one thing: Longing for something you can’t quite get your hands on.

So, you wrap your lips around a bottle to drown out the clatter raging all around you… and at the same time, lose yourself within a torrent of want. If only…

And that’s where our story begins… one man and one woman, looking for the same thing: release. Release from the grip of society’s stranglehold on all that might appear less than gleaming, in order to find the source of that stabbing pain of desire that begs you to get on your hands and knees and become one with the ground beneath you, with no thought to the stains that may be left behind.

My name is Jen. Jen Marie. And, I’m a finder of the lost. I have a special knack for stumbling upon those things that are missed… along with things that you may not have even realized were missing, until they were found.

So, where will you find me? I could be anywhere… but tonight is Valentine’s Day. And, while I’m tired after a long day of shuffling papers, I’ve decided to put on my red dress and hit the town, anyway.

This night, I’ve made my way into the Ropewalk… a small tavern on a block in Charm City, just far enough away from the Harbor, so that the locals can hide away from the tourists and consumer spectacle that surrounds what was once a modest seaport… yet, still close enough to smell the history that lies beneath the modern visage of the clean “family-friendly” product, created in the name of revitalization.

I walk in, say hello to Frank behind the bar, and plop down on a stool a few feet from the door. The place is decorated with old, tattered decorations that have probably been pulled out year after year in a half-hearted attempt to cash in on this meaningless holiday. All the same, I pluck out a heart-shaped lollipop from the dish in front of me, and order a beer…

Before the drops of water on my skin even have time to dry within the shelter of the dusty, but amply-stocked bar, I hear the door to my right creak open, and I spot a tall, imposing shadow, framed by the now-open front door… the rain behind, shining in the streetlamps, and blowing almost sideways in the wind. I was about to take my first sip of my favorite golden ale, but the breath caught in my throat… so, I put the bottle down for fear of choking on the sudden tightness in my chest. At once familiar, but indiscernible, I’m struck by a notion: This is why I ended up here, tonight.

To be continued….