Current Mood: Happy

A little update on the dental work:  Stage One, the first extraction has been completed. Despite the fact that 2 roots had grown into my jawbone, making for a more complicated procedure than expected (I think he had to go prospecting), thanks to nitrous oxide, I literally giggled my way through it, lol. I arrived panicked and on the verge of tears — although I did NOT cry.  The three that leaked out don’t count.  The dentist hadn’t even touched me yet.   After the first few whiffs of gas though…wow……it was ALMOST fun.   Five minutes after beginning to breathe it I told him gravely, when he asked how I was doing and was I ready to begin, that my fears were still there but had become rather academic, which pretty much cracked him up too.

I actually lost it twice.  As in, full-bore giggling fit with the dentist and the hygienist or nurse each wrist-deep in my mouth, laughing in these weird little chuffs, keeping the back of my throat closed so I didn’t choke on my own blood and spit.   The first was after realizing that yes….yes…that does sound like my jaw has been dislocated..that made for the first fit.  It was all so goddamned funny.  The fact that I was so out of it (while fully conscious and being scrupulously careful to keep my mouth open) that it had just OCCURRED to me that the dentist was doing something to my jaw and “Oh Yeah!!  He must be digging at it!!” seemed funniest of all.

The second time was after realizing that the bloody gloved hands I saw drifting in and out of my mouth so slowly and airly…like a dance…were the Dr’s, and he’d been stitching on me for about 10 minutes…..wham, there went another giggling fit. The drifting was so beautiful…and the way the thread caught the light….wow!!  The blood I saw all over them didn’t even register until just now.  The surrealism alone just killed me, lol.

Back at home, I stayed frozen from chin to almost my hairline till just a few hours ago and spent the day happily slurping up all the liquid food in this house, while I edited video.  Now I’m thawed and I can TELL a lawnmower with dull blades got up to some serious shit in my mouth, but the true ache is in my jaw.  But it IS only an ache and I’m on wicked meds:  an anti-inflammatory, painkillers, and penicillin.

Stage 2, my first-ever cleaning, I’m planning for next month. Perhaps not the most practical Stage 2 but I fucking WANT one!!  It’s beyond a cosmetic issue and rapidly coming to feel like people will soon suspect me of hygienic issues.  NOT cool.

But that’s the story and I’m actually sort of proud of myself for getting over the phobia — or getting AROUND the phobia.  Fuck it.  I should suffer pain to prove inner strength?  The hell with that, I’ll take the gas anytime and call it SUCCESS!

Thanks again to my honey Joe and My Guys for the support (in ever form, it all counts) and the help!

Mina xoxoxo

(Yes, the next post will be goddam porn!)

Current Mood: Happy

If you’d rather just see the porn and not bother with me as an actual person, that’s cool too.  Go see Hot News and Updates where the latest one has me in latex.

So I’m sitting around the office here on this Friday night, and periodically things occur to me that I should Tweet about.  Which gave me the idea that I should probably just blog instead and get it all out.  You ARE such good listeners, Dear Readers.

In no particular order, here’s what going on in the non-porn version of our world.

Lexi is curled up beside me, tired after the first full day of spring spent playing on one of our balconies.

Joe finally DID see a GI specialist who completely scoffed at the idea of Crohn’s (as did our GP last year, then recently produced “lost” paperwork indicating it), and re-scheduled him for many tests he’s already had.  We’re utterly…fucking..thrilled.  Back to square one, until this one presumably loses then rediscovers paperwork indicating inflammation in the right places.

On a bright note (Joe says) it’s not going to kill him.  SWEET.

My recent plea for help has brought on the most awesome support!  Thanks so much, all of you, for being there for me whether it’s in the form of donations or just understanding!  No, it’s not the end of the frickin’ world that I have to spend the next 2 years directing every spare cent I have to dental work (although it’s money I’d rather put into lingerie and sextoys for your viewing pleasure), but it’s still going to suck donkey balls.  You guys kick ass and I love you all!  From large amounts to small, it helps so much.  And it all begins Tuesday the 28th with the extraction of this broken tooth, better known as Stage One.  I can’t wait!

Sort of.

We’re facing our very first summer-like weekend.  Temps will be in the mid-20s C (70s F).  I don’t know why I’ve been such a pussy about this past winter, but it just seemed so frickin’ lonnnnnnnng.  No idea what we’ll be doing….might go for a walk…might hang out here and get stuff done…might hang out here and watch the Phillies – Pittsburg game….might stay home or go find a handy scrub of shady trees and fuck….but nothing says lovin’ like a warm spring day.

Joe and I have been having discussions lately about other creative outlets…strictly for fun and with absolutely nothing to do with porn.  Being who he is, naturally his goal is to make an actual mainstream film and I’ve always loved writing.  Thus, it was agreed that we’d get our thumbs out of our asses and get to it!  For no other reason than the pure love of creation and the feeling of accomplishment we’ll have when we finish whatever we embark on.  Not for money, nor an audience, with an eye neither at publication nor distribution.  As a matter of fact, I think Joe plans to release his first efforts exclusively on YouTube.  Which I think is a fabulous idea.

So my first step will be to print out that 100 pages I wrote two and a half years ago and never got back to, re-read it, and get back into the thread of the story.  I’m too far along NOT to get back to it — sure I’ve sat down before and whipped off the odd lame short piece (and no, you can’t see anything yet), but 100 pages and a full outline, from start to finish?  If I don’t get back at it, I’ll never forgive myself.  And if I may toot my own horn, it’s too good not to finish.  Just first draft stuff, to be sure, but I’ve never done better and I can actually see the end of it.  And because I love writing.

As far as publication goes, a friend of mine who actually HAS been (and who is a damn good horror author) recently told me the industry is bleeding right now.  Aside from that intimidating little factoid, I wouldn’t have the first clue how to go about such a thing.

Once upon at time, I never would have considered such a step, but given the ubiquitous nature of (and my own constant use and avocation of) web 2.0 technology, when I have something worth showing to the world, I may very well decide to begin by releasing it on the web.  It won’t be here; I’ll probably build another site just for writings and take distribution into my own hands.  I’ve seen other authors do the same thing apparently without a bit of fear of plagiarism (although Joe pointed out to me that whether in mass produced physical print form or not, anything can be plagiarized at any point and you have to accept that or do nothing), and lord knows I have some familiarity with self promotion….  We’ll see when the time comes, and of course, My Beloved Minions will be the first to know.

Note I say when the times comes.  And it will.  Just from having read my blog posts, I recall one or three of you over the years asking when I was going to sit down and really write something, and have asked myself the same thing.  Family and old friends ask me.  So it’s time to get the lead out.  Your job as friends and minions is to ask me if I’ve printed my goddamn book out yet.  Nag me, please.  Especially if you catch me in front of the stupid tv, since one of my biggest whines is when to find the time.  During the day, I’m either working at web stuff or cleaning the house or *gasp* seeing a friend.  Weekends are for errands and family gatherings.  Evenings are when I CAN probably get at it, but I like to hang with Joe in the evening, even if all we’re doing is staring at that stupid tv.  But (he’s assured me a million times) he’s a big boy and is perfectly capable of amusing himself for hours on end without me.

When the Playoffs are over.  There.  And by the way, I’m taking for Vancouver now that Montreal has bitten the big one.  And would everybody get the fuck off Carey Price about that??  Christ, it’s not like the kid was out there by himself.  Although it sure seemed that way at times.  Tim Thomas had the right advice for him:  never let the bastards see you sweat, Carey.

In other news, the weekend looks mellow.  We’re off to bed, tomorrow is wide open without a single agenda in sight, and Sunday we have a family dinner.  I hope your Friday night is as calm and relaxing as ours.

Goodnight.  Mina xoxoxo

What’s hotter than a leggy lovely in lingerie and stockings?  When she’s a cute little tattooed blond or a darkly beautiful babe in shiny black latex, which is just a bit of what’s in store today!

Recent updates to our little porniverse saw your spoiled-rotten SmokingMina in HD video action, wearing shiny black latex with a Virginia Slims 120 in my favorite cigarette holder:

Many thanks to VERY sweet and generous Mina Members for the latex stockings, the holder, and the Virginia Slims!

Montreal Dream members saw lovely blonde Maxim in striped lace-topped stockings, lounging around on the dining room table, stimulating all our appetites:

Speaking of appetite, XxxMina members know mine is insatiable!  Back at that sexy, sleazy hotel room, I’ve discovered just how hot it is to masturbate surrounded by mirrors, and my desire to see my own pussy in fabulous HD glory knows no bounds:

Glamour Smokers fans got their appetite for sexy smoking babes satisfied with the lovely Victoria.  She and her cute tits are curled up enjoying a cigarette and blowing a fabulous succession of rings, all the way through this video!:

Members of all four of our premium websites had a great time watching her model for Joe’s sites last week, and there’s more where that came from.  Be sure to get your ass to the XxxMina and SmokingMina spycams (full access from all our sites) for another hot live porn shoot tomorrow, that’s Thursday, April 23 at noon EST!

Don’t believe me?  Sneakpeek 2 of my spycam channels for free then.

XxxMina SneakPeek Cams

Get a peek at my desk, bathroom, kitchen, and foyer.  Two HD wide-angle cams for your voyeur enjoyment.   Catch me in the shower, sitting around naked at my desk as I work on my site (and yes I do look like that in the morning), cooking, cleaning, or god knows what.

SmokingMina Sneakpeek Cams

Get a peek at my couch, the rest of the livingroom, and my bedroom!  Hang out with me as I watch tv with Joe, cuddle my cats, make the most god-awful faces, chainsmoke my way through 2 packs of cigarettes a day (well, that’s actually a possibility from any one of my spycams) catch live porn shoots (like tomorrow’s at noon EST), watch me sleep or if you’re lucky, fucking our brains out.

And then there is my 3rd spycam channel, which is just too awesome for the rest of the internet.  Full-screenable, fully resizeable, totally tile-able, with sound in the evenings, and constantly raved over by utterly-addicted Mina Members.  Also known as MinaTV, and yes I do love knowing they’re watching my every single move.

And speaking of members, have I mentioned I have the coolest ones on the net?  Yeah, yeah, yeah of course, it would be pretty damn stupid for a webgirl to say anything different, but I have to take a minute and give them a huge shout-out.  Not only to do so many spoil me utterly rotten on a regular basis with gorgeous gifts, generous camshow tips, books, awesome sextoys, American 120s I can’t get here, and spycam captures I can’t get always get myself, recently they’ve totally come through for me in another way:

I CANNOT express my thanks enough, guys!!  I never know how much you want to be gushed over in public (being all manly-man and stuff) but WOW.  Amazing, and I can’t say enough how sweet you are for this.

And yes, many of them spend do ridiculous amounts of on me, but lots of others have been there for me over the years in so many other ways:  simple friendship, taking on mod duties in my chatrooms and camshows, helping with promotion, or just by sticking with me so many years.   Thus a Mina Member Moment of Silence, please, because they all rock.

Thank you.  As you were.

If you’re all happy for me and stuff, Dear Readers, but are muttering “What the hell is this chick yammering about?” then get the full story of my recent plea for help.

In other news, according to weather reports, we’re about to have our first summer-like weekend, and I can’t wait.  We’ve got a family dinner on Sunday, but Saturday we hope to spend outside, enjoying the sun.  You know how much we love to shoot outdoors (not to mention fuck outdoors), and I can’t wait to finally do it again.  Of course, we’ll have the cameras with us.

That’s your Hump Day, Dear Readers….now off I go to put tomorrow’s XxxMina gallery together, then probably to hit the shower.  I do hope you’ll be watching.

Mina xoxoxo

Happy holiday weekend, darlings!  Whatever you celebrate, be it Easter, Passover, or something else, I hope you have a lovely time with friends and family. We’ll be onto the porn soon enough but I did want to pop in here quickly, to say hello and tell you I’m not dead, nor have I abandoned my blog.  Christ, you don’t think life could shut me up that easily, do you?

Of course, if you’re a Mina Member at Smoking Mina or XxxMina, or a  Twitter friend (and of course, you should be all of those things) you already know that, but in case you’ve stuck mainly to the blog, HELLO!  How the hell have you been, and where the hell have I been??

Well, mostly I’ve been right here at my desk, working away on my parts of our little smut empire.  The last month or so, I’ve been a total workaholic, especially when it comes to my video.  Not only has it been to make sure my guys get some good stuff, it’s also been because March was an extremely tough month, and it was necessary to put out a little extra.

Of course, the last month or so did also contain a few nice surprises, thanks to a couple of very generous Mina Members who spoil me too well.  Huge kisses to Radmul for sexy cigarettes, latex stockings and more gorgeous garnets, and to Gishman for a new Logitech 9000 HD webcam, as well as kisses to lots more of you, for a bunch of stuff:  for joining my site, for your support, for tips during my weekly camshows, for hanging with me on Twitter.  I’ve said it hundred times:  I have the sweetest members on the internet and you guys are the BEST!

All of which makes being here on the web so much fun and makes having decided to share myself with the world the best decision I ever made.

But the last few months still felt hard, for some reason.  Not that anything dire went down.  We didn’t go broke, no one was hospitalized, no relationship meltdowns (as a matter of fact, I don’t think Joe and I have even argued much about anything), or family eruptions.  But life has its moments, both good and bad, and at the ass end of a FUCKING long Canadian winter, everything seemed cumulative and frankly, I went into hibernation mode.  A bunch of other stuff came up (as things do) like sudden notions to spring clean, company we didn’t expect, time getting away from me for one reason or another, or (like last night) suddenly taking into our heads to paint.  In short, life happened, in all its sometimes-mundane, sometimes-fabulous glory.

So if you’re one of the at least 15 people I owe an email reply to

I am NOT ignoring you!

My inbox is backed up at least two months, and yes I utterly suck ass.  Believe me, I’ve felt the weight on my conscience; I LOVE hearing from you, and I have felt just awful about not getting to you yet.  I do NOT just sit here, look at my sales, then crow to myself “Thanks, suckers!” when you join my site, with no intention of ever speaking to you again.  My apologies, and I hope you still love me.  I can never express often enough how much I appreciate you being with me, some of you after sooo many years.  And as always, I appreciate your patience with my sporadic communiques just as much.

Do try and join me on Twitter.  It’s where I hang out the most these days, and there are times it’s almost like a live chat, what with so many of you already on there with me.  I’m not saying never email me again or that I won’t be answering the ones you’ve already wrote, but today is a good example of why I won’t be getting to it this weekend either:  it’s Easter, and we’ve got back to back family dinners today and tomorrow.  I’m hoping we’ll be home at a decent hour, but I wouldn’t count on it in either case, and by the time we do get home, all we’ll want to do is relax on the couch.

Another thing that’s been a distraction (heh…one way to put it) is the fact that we’ve been dealing with some health issues.  Many of you know that our family doctor told us last year that Joe has IBS (google it, if you don’t know what it means), which was supposed to explain the fact that he was in pretty much constant agony and other symptoms, the details of which I’ll spare you.  It’s an extremely painful condition to have and it can seriously interfere with one’s quality of life.  The fun part is that there isn’t much you can do about it.  It’s a mind-body condition, brought on and made worse by stress.  The doctor insisted that that’s what he’s got and that he just needs to relax.

And for a long time, it seemed he was right.  As I may have mentioned before, two days into our Caribbean cruise last year, Joe began feeling better than he had in eons, and by the end of the week, was out-energizing ME.  He was the one still happily sitting at the roulette table in the ship’s casino at midnight, after I’d long since staggered back to our cabin in exhaustion, and was also the one already up, dressed, and with coffee waiting, ready to escort me to smoker-friendly Deck 4, when I finally opened my eyes in the morning (the ONLY way to wake up, in my humble opinion).  It was amazing to see him feeling so well and with so much energy.  He was happier than I’d seen him in a long time.

But of course, we were only away for a week, and once back home, as the fall and winter progressed, he again got steadily worse.  And in the last 3 to 4 months, he’s been the worst ever, with little or no respite.  He’s as pale as a ghost and has dropped 20 lbs without even trying.

So, yeah….it’s been…ahem, distracting, to say the least.

Not that he’s required a lot from me, aside from support and calm.  Thankfully, he’s not one of these whiny assholes who gets a cold and expects to be spoon-fed for the entire duration of his illness.  As a matter of fact, when he’s not feeling well, the best way to get on his nerves and exacerbate the condition is to obsess, worry, and coddle him.  Movies and quiet support has been the most I can offer, as well as the odd no-strings-attached blowjob.

Hey, I do what I can, cause that’s just the kinda gal I am.

But it’s still there, and it’s still on my mind at all times.  It sucks to see the one you love in constant discomfort and not be able to do anything for him or offer any comfort.  And no matter how stoic a patient he is, it affects and impacts our entire life.  What we do, when we shoot, if he eats, what I cook, when I serve dinner, when we fuck, where we go, sometimes whether or not we’ll even talk that evening…it’s all dependent on how he’s doing.  I don’t mean that in a bad way nor do I expect a fucking medal, it’s just the reality of living with a chronic condition.  There is nothing I can do for him except accept.  Which I have done, but it still sucks to see him feel like that.   It’s worrisome.  It’s depressing because it depresses him to feel like shit all the time, and it’s depressing to be unable to help.

So we suck it up and deal with.  And the other day, he saw our doctor again, pretty much to throw himself on his mercy and demand/plead that he do something.  And *gasp* lo and behold, a two and a half year old report on a check up for something else was unearthed, indicating Crohn’s-like inflammation that should be further investigated.

FUCK.

Crohn’s.  Not IBS.  Look that one up too, if you’re interested in a more detailed explanation.  They’re both chronic (as in:  no cure) gastro-intestinal disorders, with similar symptoms, but they ARE different conditions, which require different approaches.  I’ll spare you the rant and frustrated bout of near-hysterical bawling I celebrated the news with, but fuck me running.  Two and a half YEARS ago, this was noted??  To say the least, I have remained somewhat…distracted.

Long story short:  this is ultimately a good thing, because now he’s got a referral to a specialist (who…I dunno…might just read his or her own fucking paperwork) and a prescription.  We’ll get him some help, and hopefully get him feeling better and get him some quality of life back.  Bottom line, it’s all still just life.  He does the best he can with it, I do the best I can to be there for him.  This won’t kill either of us, and we’ll get through it together.  We’re still here, still having fun making kickass homemade indie smut, if I do say so myself, still fucking our brains out whenever possible, and still enjoying the fact that you get to watch on an assload of spycams.  We suck it up and live our life because that’s what you do.

Finally for the record:  this has been just to let you know what’s been going on “off duty” and why it sometimes impacts “on duty,” hence the fact that it’s in the Random Real Life category.  I know it’s a long ass post, with perhaps more info than some of you want.  Read what you want.  If you care, it’s here.  But I don’t want sympathy and neither does Joe.  Frankly, most of the time, he doesn’t even want to talk about it, because then he has to think about it.  We’re doing fine, thanks.  Millions of others have it worse.

And I have to admit, it sometimes gives me a giggle to imagine us at a Crohn’s support group as Joe says, “Yeah, it’s impacted our whole lives, of course.  I mean, we do porn and there are times I just don’t have the energy to fuck Mina as hard as she’d like, run two cameras and mess with lights while doing it,  and then edit that footage to put on our hardcore sites.  And it takes a little effort to shoot a wad of cum with the kind of velocity she prefers.  You know?”

Mina xoxoxo