Being that I use social networking daily for promotional, marketing and general entertainment purposes… I must say that I am getting more than tired of these “BITCH YOU WASNT ON THE COURT WITH ME” and etc posts that so many idiot men are posting.
Yes, I said idiot men- cause REAL MEN dont give a sh!t cause they have their own lives to live….
So anyhoo, here is my question for all you men that think being married and cheating on your wife publically for years does NOT entitle the ex-wife to anything…
If Oprah was married and cheated multiple times, got a divorce and had to pay Alimony… what would the MEN say/tweet/feel bout THAT??
At last….. My love has come along….. My lonely Days are over……
AND LIFE IS LIKE A SONG!!!
The legenday Etta James has passed away today. As many know know me would tell you, I am usually not to effected when “celebrities” pass away… however Etta James was a true music icon who touched my heart.
I have always loved Etta James. As a child I wanted to be a singer… and I remember the first time I heard the song “At Last”… although I cant remember how old I was… I do remember coming into the living room one day when my father came home from work and asking if he would here me sing… and I performed “at Last” for him while I took off his work boots.
Mrs. James was born on Jan. 25, 1938 as Jamesetta Hawkins in Los Angeles, Ca. Her mother was a teenaged African-American. She never knew her father and liked to speculate he was the famous pool player Minnesota Fats. Mrs. James was reared by her grandparents and caregivers.
Like the doo-wop singers of the era, Mrs. James was singing on street corners of Los Angeles and as an underage act in California nightclubs as a member of the Creolettes. The all-girl trio performed in sparkling gowns with long fish tails, high hair, and big attitudes.
“Music was a way for her to get away from the pain”-Chicago-based Chess session man Gene Barge, who arranged and produced several of Mrs. James’ singles including her majestic 1970 ballad “Losers Weepers.
“Etta James was a soul singer. The other day (at the VH1-”Diva” tapings) they asked me to define soul. To me, soul is gut. Etta sang from deep down. She didn’t sing off the top of her head. With soul, you go within to bring out what you want to relate. I loved Etta James.”
Some called Mrs. James “The Billie Holiday of R&B.” According to the 1995 David Ritz biography,Rage to Survive: The Etta James Story, the owner of a boarding house in which she was raised would wake up Mrs. James up after his all night, drunken poker games. He would force her to sing and as a bed wetter, the young Mrs. James was traumatized. Ritz (who is working on the Buddy Guy biography) wrote that this led to Mrs. James’ life-long reluctance to sing on demand.
In her early years at Chess, Mrs. James boyfriend was the late Harvey Fuqua of the Moonglows. They recorded together at Chess, including covering a bawdy horn-laden version of Willie Dixon’s “Spoonful.” Even in the early 1960s at Chess, Mrs. James preferred the gritty rhythm and blues of Little Willie John and her mentor Johnny “Guitar” Watson. “I didn’t want to go into that Muddy Waters and Howlin’ Wolf stuff,” she said in the liner notes to the 2000 “Etta James: The Chess Box.” “I thought that was a little too down-home and a little too old for young people.”
In 1969 Mrs. James married Artis Mills and they later were arrested together for heroin possession. He served a 10-year prison sentence. She was sentenced to drug treatment. They were married at the time of Mrs. James’ death.
On Dec. 19 a judge ruled that Mills would keep decision-making control over her finances and health care, but released only $350,000 for the singer’s medical costs from her $1 million estate instead of the $500,000 Mills requested. Mrs. James’ son Donto had requested a temporary conservationship because of concerns over the expenses.
Mrs. James was inducted into the Rock ‘n Roll Hall of fame in 1993 and the Blues Hall of Fame in 2001. She won six Grammy awards.
She recorded for Chess between 1960 and 1978, having hits such as “Stop The Wedding” (1962) and the bouncy Beach Music classic “Pushover” (1963). In 1967 Mrs. James recorded for Chess’s Cadet imprint with Barge at Rick Hall’s Muscle Shoals (Ala.) studios and enjoyed crossover hits like “Tell Mama” and the blues ballad “I’d Rather Go Blind,” later popularized by Rod Stewart. In 1997 she hosted the WTTW-Channel 11 documentary “Record Row: Cradle of Rhythm and Blues,” whch celebrated Chess, Vee-Jay and other labels that flourished from the mid-1950s until the mid-1970s on the 10-block stretch of South Michigan Avenue, a neighborhood which is now making a comeback as a musical destination.
In a 1995 Q & A with the now-defunct Hear Music, Mrs. James shared the one song that brings her chills: “Shawn Page Rose, the gospel singer,” she said. “‘Forgive me Jesus.’
I think when I listen to her it just takes me back to really wanting.”
Mrs. James is survived by her husband and sons Donto and Sametto James, both of whom performed in her band.
Services are pending.
So why do I love Etta James so much?
Dispite her ups and downs… Despite her mistake, failures and even triumphs… she stayed true to herself and embraced her talent. She suffered thru health troubles, drug issues and a fallen marriage… yet still carried herself with dignity. She ALWAYS Kept her head held high.
And at my wedding… I will sing to my husband… “AT LAST”
I have always had an eye for fashion. For a few years I had drifted away from that passion to focus on my art and design. This year I have had numerous clients that are fashion stylists or owners of boutiques. With this constant reminder of style, color and fashion, I began getting back into it a bit more….
So I recently decided to do a little research on fashion.. yea I know, Im a nerd.
And upon doing this, I ran across one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen….
As a young girl growing up in Paris, Brigitte Bardot dreamed of being a ballet dancer, but her breathless beauty was destined for the silver screen. To me, this Parisian pixie is the ultimate beauty icon. I can see how her golden locks and endearing, cheeky smile would have captured hearts in the fifties and sixties. I mean, lawdy, what an irresistible combination! But it is her genuine love for animals and her passion for defending their rights that inspires me the most. Keep up the good work, Bebé x
An Orgasm in the morning is better than coffee…
that’s what I always say- may also help that I don’t drink coffee.
Today, I am inspired by orgasms. People take sexuality very seriously. And why shouldn’t we? We are consistently plagued with negative, closed-minded and /or in your face, overt messages in reference to our genders and sexuality.
So why the orgasm?
I started my day reading about a lecture from the man who invented the Discostick (R). He came up with the idea when his wife was having concerns climaxing and experiencing pain. The percussive source instrument’s claim to fame then is that through the vibrations it has been known to aid in reducing vaginal adhesions (scarring) from surgeries in women such as C-sections, hysterectomies, or repeated abdominal incisions. As mentioned, the percussive vibrations stimulate and loosen lower tendons and ligaments while also supplying a rather pleasurable massage above and below the pubic bone. The also fortunate result happens to be an orgasm! Which let’s be honest is AMAZING!!!
So this got me thinking about orgasms today.
In the past, vibrator therapies were administered by doctors to women almost as a daily requirement in order to ‘rid women’ of ‘sickness’ such as deviancy and mania. Some women were even known to self pleasure before big events, attending church and other social gatherings in order to give them pleasing dispositions and a healthy glow. You know, they may have had something there… Think about it. After you orgasm, either through self pleasuring or any partner jams doesn’t your day just feel so much better? Doesn’t everything just look pretty awesome? Yeah it does! So let’s talk about this; orgasms make you feel awesome, make your day better-even in that moment, and increase your sexual self esteem.
Why aren’t we having orgasm parties?
Why is there still such shame associated with women’s sexuality?
Why do many people still feel guilty after self pleasuring?
You know what I say to that….
no, like literally….
make yourself some private time right now and f**k yourself! Or grab your partner and get jiggy, or the guy next door, maybe that girl that keeps lightly teasing you with her eyes as you’re reading this….
This is a GREAT time to GET IT ON!
It’s ok… I’ll wait…………………………………………………………………..
And we’re back.
I was also able to meet someone really interesting today too. Dr.Amy Cooper is the bomb shell who wrote the book “The Everything Orgasm Book”. Her book discusses everything from myths about orgasms, enhancing your orgasm experiences and 10 ways to impove your orgasm. One of the most interesting things that sparked much dicussion was when she said “If you want deeper orgasms, explore ways to do that-but don’t go against the orgasms you’re having now”. Everyone wants earth shattering, mind blowing, wake up the neighbours, final act of the opera orgasms. Of course we do! Because when the orgasm is so great that we feel like we’ve slipped into temporary bliss, then everything in the world disappears for a few seconds and you get to be in your own little pleasure bubble just floating around ecstasy land for the ride.
The key to a positive life of fulfilling orgasms though is variance.
Think of orgasms like chocolate. Sometimes you like a little peanut &nuget, or a little milk chocolate, then there are days when you’re just dying to have a truffle…. ok, maybe 4 truffles. But that the best part! That’s ok! Orgasmic variance is what makes discovering your sexual patterns part of the fun. Exploring what feels good, mixing it up, and having different orgasmic goals is all part of the idea of the “Evolving Orgasm”.
No one wants to stay stagnant. Our very own civilization feeds on change and evolution to become something more and, so does our sexuality- including our orgasms.
So here’s my sexy tip:
Take your orgasm into your own hands =)
Be confident in your sexuality and the fact that YOU- yes YOU deserve wonderful orgasms as much as the next person. Self pleasuring (aka masturbation) is probably the most reliable source b/c you really only have to deal with yourself. Incorporate fantasy, toys, lubes, varying partners, techniques, textures, light some incense or bath in a scented oils, varying positions, speeds, times of the day… the list can go on and on! Play with your clitoris, your G Spot, anus, prostate, testes, nipples, and all the other erogenous zones.
Either way, set yourself a goal and work up to it. Don’t get discouraged if the missions fails the first time. Your personal orgasmic recipe is individual and varies based on numerous factors. Just have fun with it though. This is supposed to be a bonding exercise for yourself with yourself.
Love yourself, and let your orgasms love you.
Until Next time, XOXO