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Friday Dust Mite Blogging™

Warm cozy clothes not even out of the dryer strike Dust Mite as a nice place to settle. Alas, I subsequently dumped all of them out of the dryer and brought them upstairs, leaving Dust Mite out in the cold.

—orc Fri Oct 23 23:55:20 2026

What’s that on my head?

—orc Thu Oct 22 22:55:04 2026

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—orc Fri Oct 16 22:44:03 2026

Purple stocking day

Yours truly, sitting for a rumpled self portrait in a blue dress & purple/black stripy stockings. (Yes, actual stockings, and there’s a garter belt in there keeping them from instantly flopping down around my ankles.) Looking rumpled helps me pretend that I don’t have a potbelly under the dress as well.

—orc Wed Oct 14 14:50:33 2026

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—orc Fri Oct 9 22:53:41 2026

In black

It felt more like fall today, so I decided I’d wear tights & a long sleeved top when I went out on my bicycle this afternoon.

—orc Fri Oct 9 20:20:15 2026

Happy first Yeetaversary!

Last October 8th (which happens to be Intl. Lesbian Day in ANZ) my partner drove me up to the hospital, where, at sometime around 7am, I was knocked out only to awaken later that morning (or early afternoon?) with my bits finally corrected from the unfortunate state I was hatched with.

Getting an aftermarket pussy was the best decision I made in my life modulo The Best and our kids. It just fits, and is proper, instead of what was there before (which was useful, and I did have a lot of fun with it, but, well, it’s not something I was ever particularly happy with by itself. Letting it heal properly was a bit of a pain, because I was kept of my bicycle for three months (and I still haven’t gotten back into a semblance of shape), but there has not been a single moment when I regretted The Big Yeet or the absence of the old parts.

Happy Birthday, naughty bits, and I hope we have many more yet to come!

—orc Thu Oct 8 22:54:30 2026

A semi-summer look for a false summer day

—orc Wed Oct 7 18:49:25 2026

I have finally reached the point where I can take a selfie where I think I’m attractive

I did a portrait session while waiting for a doctor’s appointment this morning, and discovered that (1) I have lost enough weight in the last few weeks to wear my ying/yang choker necklace without immediately feeling like I’m choking, and (2) I’m actually good looking?

It only took me 66 years to be able to look at myself in a photo and think “now that is a beautiful woman!” (Admittedly, this was not applicable during the 60 years when I was cosplaying as a man, but oh boy I haaaated the way I used to look back then!) I think I’m gonna be riding this high for a while!

—orc Mon Oct 5 14:27:37 2026

Mods are asleep, post flannel

—orc Mon Oct 5 02:53:04 2026

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—orc Fri Oct 2 23:22:52 2026

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—orc Fri Sep 25 23:51:41 2026

Flaunting it

My boobs aren’t very large compared to my chest diameter, but this new corset does its best to emphasise that I do indeed have them.

—orc Wed Sep 23 19:03:32 2026

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—orc Fri Sep 18 22:35:43 2026

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—orc Fri Sep 11 23:25:15 2026

The shoppinging

The emergency randonneuse, the bob yak, and yours truly just before I rode back home from Costco this afternoon.

—orc Fri Sep 11 20:15:35 2026

Friday Dust Mite Blogging™

Dust Mite gazes sceptically at a “photo” of UP M10000, which at the very least has been colourised with more enthusiasm than skill.

—orc Fri Sep 4 23:59:27 2026

Shipwreck

A half-sunken (sail?)boat rests near the east bank of the Willamette just north of Ross Island. It wasn’t there last week, but it looks like it’s been there forever. Maybe it sunk upstream and washed down to this point?

—orc Mon Aug 31 22:36:03 2026

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—orc Fri Aug 28 22:24:55 2026

an ex water tower

The water tank (used for fire control, but, alas, long empty when the building caught fire underneath it) that used to sit on top of the last surviving building in the Centennial Mills complex. It’s a bit worse for wear after being dropped seven stories (picking up a huge dent when – I think – it rotated and struck one of the building walls after the tower base was blown up to drop the tank) and then having the walls of the building pushed down onto it.

(At least this is what it looked like on Monday; I’m guessing that now it’s been cut into small pieces which are piled in a heap at a salvage facility on Columbia Blvd.)

—orc Thu Aug 27 21:46:34 2026

Fear of heights in one image

There’s a viewing platform at the top of Multnomah Falls that helpfully extends out over the edge of the cliff. Because I am stupid in this way, I inched up to the edge of the viewing platform, stretched my arm out as far as I could, and took a picture facing down the 165 meter tall upper falls.

And then my self preservation instinct kicked in and I BOLTED 50 meters up the path leading to this viewing platform, sat down, and shook in terror until Julie came ambling back from the observation platform. Brrr, there’s scary and then there’s a switch closing deep in my brain saying GET AWAY GET AWAY NOW!

(It’s a lot like my needlephobia, but, alas, there’s no such thing as an autoinjector for precipitous dropoffs.)

—orc Wed Aug 26 00:42:31 2026