Sometimes the night lends itself to playful imaginings…
Sometimes…I have to undress in order to play dress-up…
For you.
This night I mingled fantasies with LastnightsParty.com at Webster Hall’s in famous Trash party, with host Kris Khaos…
and what a lovely time we had mixing nothing but
lipstick,
Jeffery Campbell,
tattoos
sound equipment,
a mic,
and a tongue.
Thank you for loaning me your lens…and cheers to weekend memories
xxx conchita.
Sure…Brooke was sexy in her Calvins, she was also only 14 years old. And so goes the constant dialectic for women:
Madonna-Whore
A woman is forced to be either a saint or a sinner, but never JUST a WOMAN…or stated more comprehensively:
EVERYTHING A WOMAN IS.
Today is DENIM DAY, after a landmark case in Italy involving an 18-year old girl is picked up by her married 45-year old driving instructor for her very first lesson. He takes her to an isolated road, pulls her out of the car, wrestles her out of one leg of her jeans and forcefully rapes her. Threatened with death if she tells anyone, he makes her drive the car home.
Later that night she tells her parents, and they help and support her to press charges. The perpetrator gets arrested and is prosecuted. He is convicted of rape and sentenced to jail. He appeals the sentence. The case makes it’s all the way to the Italian Supreme Court. Within a matter of days the case against the driving instructor is overturned, dismissed, and the perpetrator released.
In a statement by the Chief Judge he argued,
“because the victim wore very, very tight jeans, she had to help him remove them, and by removing the jeans it was no longer rape but consensual sex.”
Enraged by the verdict, within a matter of hours the women in the Italian Parliament launched into immediate action and protested by wearing jeans to work. This call action motivated and emboldened the California Senate and Assembly to do the same.
Today http://denimdayinla.org/ asks that:
community members, elected officials, businesses and students to make a social statement with their fashion statement and on this day wear jeans as a visible means of protest against misconceptions that surround sexual assault.
I am wearing my denim today…
And my boss just commented, “What’s this all about?!? You never wear jeans during the week.”
And…I told him about Denim Day, it’s meaning and purpose.
And now, one more person knows.
Awareness carries power, so no matter how insignificant you may feel your contribution, one person…tells another….tells another…tells…another…and somewhere along the line change begins to occur.
Think big. Start small.
xxx c.
P.S. we will have a Thrilling Thursday….tomorrow.
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“The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.” –Jean Cocteau
As much as I adore the pomp and circumstance of fashion, I am never happier than when I am in fact OUT-OF clothing = nude.
But, I have come to appreciate the PROCESS of undressing…the sensuality of the striptease, if you will. If you have ever been to a burlesque show, you know exactly what I speak of.
Burlesque is neither about:
Rather, it is about the STRIP…the TEASE.
And there is art in that…hell there is seduction in that!
And so with this new understanding, or perhaps just an alternate interpretation of “undressing”, I invite you to indulge a bit in the transition…from beautifully adorned in that deliciously tight, sexy dress…to fantastically nude.
Sounds delectable…doesn’t it?!?
xxx c.
I woke up this morning…overwhelmed by melancholy…tearful actually. But, my birthday is saturday and I am reflecting a bit…well I always seem to be reflecting, but perhaps a bit more than usual. I am thinking about the things I have accomplished and the things left undone…the “WHY” of it all.
In this relatively short lifespan, some would say…I have done quite a lot. Career-wise I have been lucky enough to occupy positions from the fashion industry to medicine…account executive to clinical psychologist and researcher. When it comes to artistic expression, I was never shy about exploring the lesser known underbelly of the NYC sex, swinger, and erotic art scene and I still believe the work that came out of that was thoughtful and maybe even a little bit impactful. My relationships, while there have been a few missteps; have only added luster and depth to my life.
What am I missing?
If I had to sum it up I suppose I would say family. It’s no secret; I’ve written about it previously in my blog, my childhood was not ideal (but whose is). I moved myself 3,600 miles at the age of 17 to NYC to “get away” from family. I was so naive and yet brilliant, now that I look back; there is no doubt in my mind, that move saved my life. I struggled. Oh how I struggled. But I managed to develop into a person I can say, now, I am proud to be. In truth I couldn’t have done it without the love of my friends and partners, who in fact are my family.
People say things like, “blood is thicker than water,” or “family comes first.” I hear these epitaphs, but I cannot really understand…those sentiments have never found truth in my life. I can say that I believe in love: mutual, non-judgmental, unconditional, and everlasting. That does not mean I believe in traditional, static, or defined love…but you knew that right?
Something funny just happened…I started writing this with the intent to talk about how amidst all of my accomplishments I DIDN’T HAVE A FAMILY…A WIFE OR HUSBAND…A CHILD…and yet, THIS is where I AM NOW:
I HAVE SOMETHING BETTER (for me)… I have YOU. My friends and lovers, the people in my life…YOU have helped me be who I am today and who I will become tomorrow. I realize in writing this…I do not lack in my life…I am full of COMPASSION…give and take…and I am so grateful that life has presented me with the opportunity to have and to give…I think, no I know, it is all I ever wanted.
Thank you…on my birthday…c.
When the energy of unbearable compassion is unceasing,
In expressions of loving kindness,
the truth of its essential emptiness is nakedly clear.
This unity is the supreme unerring path.
Inseparable from it, may we meditate day and night.
–Tibetan Prayer
This weekend I added something NEW…to myself:
A BUTT!
Yes, you read correctly, I am posterior-ly challenged and so, in response, I purchased a butt enhancement prosthetic.
It was really a spur of the moment decision, well actually I was spurred-on by one of my well-endowed friends, but none-the-less I was excited and slightly giddy about the prospect of joining the ranks of those bootylicious women I both admire and envy:
WOMEN WITH BOOTAY!
At first, it was a joke I simply wanted to do something that might amuse those close to me, perhaps play a bit of a practical joke, an optical illusion if you will, but then…after staring in the mirror extensively…I REALLY LIKED IT!
Being built athletically, I have never possessed neither hips nor ass and had come to accept this as just me…never had I thought of it as a deficit…until NOW! Again, similar to women’s breasts, I see an ample rear as representing:
WOMANLY, SEXY, SEXUAL, FERTILITY, GENEROSITY…I could go on, but you get the picture.
And while, I am not willing to permanently alter my posterior (yet)…I will be purchasing another pair of these fabulous undergarments. The way I see it, it’s no different than a padded bra and hey if it makes you feel good…WHY THE HELL NOT?! We can talk all day about accepting our bodies as is, but if a little “adjustment” is all it takes to keep you smiling…then I say:
WHAT GOD DIDN’T GIVE YOU…GO OUT AND GET!
(yeah, that’s ME above! With my prosthetic BADDUNCADUNK!)
Life is too short to belabor the shortcomings of nature…GO GET IT GIRLS (and boys too!) !!!
xxx c.
Who doesn’t like a little tickle?
Okay…truly sometimes tickles can turn quickly to torture when the tickler gets a tad sadistic…but here…I am referring to a DIFFERENT type of tickling…one that focuses on…the female erogenous zone:
THE FRENCH TICKLER!
These cartoon-like little creatures…admittedly look super silly…like a sea anemone
except for their distinctive quality as a SEX TOY!
While the origin of the French Tickler appears to be shrouded in mystery…their purpose is clear:
A French tickler is a latex condom that is designed with additional protrusions, for enhancing the sexual pleasure of the user.
A typical French Tickler uses a number of bumps, crests and falls in the lining of the latex ostensibly to make sexual intercourse more enjoyable or pleasurable for the recipient. They may also have hair-like protrusions.-Wikipedia
These little creatures are available at most erotic boutiques and even the most…exotic looking (and they do get quite elaborate) can be acquired for less than $4…making this week’s edition quite a nice bargain! An inexpensive nocturnal foray with your partner into “Fantasy Penis Land”…if you will! Heehee!
All jokes aside…this is a useful and fun adult-toy. I have personally enjoyed various french tickler incarnations on more than one occasion and can vouch for their highly titillating qualities! They can be used both externally and internally…and always merit multiple giggles of pleasure!
So next time you are out and about…shopping for something for some naughty fun…pick a couple up! Give it a try…because nothing is better than a good…satisfying tickle!
…oh and they double as a wicked fashion statement as well:
Hee hee…enjoy! xxx c.
