The Naughty Naughy

Pornography: or porn;  creative activity (writing or pictures or films etc.) of no literary or artistic value other than to stimulate sexual desire.

I don't have to explain the nature of these type of movies. They pretty much allow you to be peeping tom in the comfort of your own home. If you have never seen a porn or been curious in your adult life, get with it. Unless you're bloggin about it, no one needs to know you're a pervert.

Yesterday, I had a perverted morning when I was dabbling on the Internet and at this point I can't lie and make up some elaborate story about how I accidental stumbled on this video while googling the word pussy... cat. In other words, I'm admitting that I was looking at porn, okay?

Don't judge me...

Porn has become a very male driven industry, full of big boobs and money shots on poor girls faces. Very rarely do you stumble across a XXX film that has the man giving you a run for your $9.99 monthly membership fee.

But long behold...there he was...like a sexual god....

James Deen.

Mr. Deens floored me. Where did this guy learn all this? How does he know that woman need other types of stimulation other than the obvious target V spot? It was like watching an artist, a dance, a perfect blend of naughtiness and passion, and all done by a very attractive, sexy and charming young lad. Porn has come a long way from the Ron Jeremy days, right?

There's no doubt that his films are very clearly about his skills, and the female who's usually the main attraction, quickly becomes the co-star. As a woman, I can see that his mannerisms and they way he handles these women, is what I personally think woman desire in a sexual partner. There's no doubt that these women in these films with him don't feel this way, too. You can see it in their damn eyes.

James Deen needs to write the first Vagina manual, or the Vagina books for dummies. Mainly, so that he can make it clear that it's not just about the Vagina. I don't just see him as a porn star. This man can inspire men to be better lovers. And inspire more women to watch porn.  Mr. Deens has a pretty huge female following..respectfully so. Porn is porn, but when Deens is in the shot, there's a standing ovation and roses thrown at the computer screen. BRAVO!!!

 He nailed it.

Literally.

‘My name is James. I am a simple guy who likes to eat, sleep, and watch TV. Oh yeah, I also bang chicks for a living.'

Alright, Alright...

I'll stop being such a perv.

ish!

Washed Out

Some music speak right to the soul, don't it?

I think Washes Out is pretty magical in that way.

Voodoo Darlings Present: Ghouls! Ghouls! Ghouls!

It's that time again, folks. The Voodoo Darlings in putting on another Halloween show this Friday. I rehearsed tonight on stage and I can't ever put into words how much I love the stage. I lover performing, Period.

I'm so proud to be apart of this troop. We live in Salt Lake, and there is just not enough things like this. The fact that we can put something together like this, and put on a show with such talented singers, dancer, personalities to a sold out theater, is pretty damn cool. Our shows just keep getting better and better. It's exciting.

Get your tickets HERE!!!

The Voodoo Darlings

RAC Remix Artist Collective

I think I play their stuff on my little radio show more than any other. I'm picky about my remixes and so far I've been in a trance that has put in in love with this guys.

 Goo Goo Gaa Gaa

RAC HERE

Geographer

LOVE these guys.

New FALL Editions.

The Steve Madden Boot.
The Steve Madden pink platform.
The Steve Madden Green pump.

Which are ALL still in the box...
Waiting!
For something exciting.

The black leather jacket from Bebe.

I'm not a huge Bebe shopper, but I have to say that lately 

they have really got some great jacket.

One thing that Bebe does perfect is the cut in their duds. 

(How beautiful is my BFF Ashley)

The Belt. Vintage. Adore.

It's been one of my favorite pieces EVER!

I'm still in denial that I won't be able to walk around in a tube top anymore.

Denial is something I'm not new at.

The Chanel Maxi

That is actually my newest addition as it met my loving arms today

as a gift from a very nice friend who delivered it himself today and made my day.

THANK YOU FOR THE BIRTHDAY SURPRISE!!!!!

And the random fur (Faux, Duh) piece that I can't wait to throw 

over anything and everything. 

AND..

I save the best for last...

My new yellow beanie!

And EJ makes his first fashion debut of his own,

 in his new awesome leather jacket. 

Right on, EJ!!

Now, if I can find some reasons to wear these fabulous fall pieces.

Because I seem to be living in my flat boats I got at target the other day. 

*Now, I know I've been slacking with the blogging. I may only be blogging about my boring materialistically driven things because I'm having a hard time expressing myself on here (again). I went on a date not too long ago with a very nice guy, who is hilarious (Bonus) and he asked me over dinner if I sometimes have a hard time writing and if at times I don't feel like sharing things that are going on in my life. He really nailed how I have been feeling lately. And I'm so unsure about my feelings on a day to day bases lately that I shy away from posting anything that I'm uneasy about. There's still things from the last 6 months that I haven't written about. I'm not sure if I ever will share them. I sound like such a broken record lately on here. I'm sure you all understand. We are only human, right? 

I will say that my time with Elijah lately has been some of my most favorite times. My radio show is going great. I have some other projects that are allowing me to be involved in fashion AND I'm getting paid to put my input in about fashion. Dream job. I really do have amazing friends. I'm ok. I'm only human, right?

So, back to my boring materialistically driven things...

Aren't they lovely?

Prohibition

Over the weekend I was deathly ill...In fact I am still blogging from my bed with this terrible nasty cold. There was nothing I could do but sleep, and I watched a plethora of documentaries because believe it or not, I love them. Endless and endless hours on the history channel made me move to PBS where I came across this Ken Burns film about Prohibition in the 1920's. It went a little something like this...

Wife's were pissed because their hard working husbands found a little comfort from the daily reality in a bottle.  Men were getting drunk, they were getting belligerent, and wife's had HAD IT!!!

After enough huffing and hussy throwing fits, alcohol was now illegal. 

Saloons were shut down. 

FIN the devilish drink.

But just like with anything you make illegal, people will always find a way to get it. 

The demand was there so the supply had to follow.

So here comes Al Capone, and he's like..

"Eh Oye, I got some liquor and in return I'm gonna be the baddest gangster ever and you will worship and fear me and I'll get you drunk and what not? Capiche?"

Then shit got fucked real quick...

Shit went doooown...

Long story short..

14 years later they came to the conclusion that you can't take away peoples drinky drink, and that everyone has the choice to either make the moral decision to drink or to make the unmoral decision to get knee walking drunk. But how about coming to the conclusion that someone can enjoy a glass of this devilish poison after a long day at work or when gathering around with friends at the salon and that's as far as that goes. A happy medium?

Jeeez..

Everything was so black and white then!

Attaboys!!!

Get your hooch, hit on that dame but be responsible and don't drive the Jalopy home, or you'll get punched in the kisser.

JEEPERS CREEPERS!!!

Steve Jobs 1955-2011

You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

And another on the imperative to do only that which you truly love:


Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith. I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle.


Finally, on the power of the reality of death:


Death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.


Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.


*You can't read (or hear) this speech that Mr. Jobs gave and not think 'This man deserved everything he ever got'. Using the word inspirational seems to not do justice. These are words that could only come from someone that truly lived by these words. Who meant every word. Who lived every word. And you can't read them and not be more than inspired.

I remember moving to the US in 1984. My stepfather was a teacher at a Tech school where they gave classes on how to use the Macintosh. I remember so many of my after school days were spent in this school, running through the ails of these interesting box like things that lit up. I remember being fascinated my these box like things that were like anything I had ever seen before. It was like being in the future and coming across an amazing robot that did really cool things. I would sit and act like I was a Secretary typing on my fancy computer. I would act like I was taking calls and setting appointments. It's funny now because the thought of being someones secretary is enough to make me nauseous, and take a coffee break and NEVER come back.

I never would have dawned on me as a 9 year old girl that someday this mans words would get me all choked up on a rainy Thursday morning 25 years later, or that I would be blogging about his death from my Mac laptop, which has given me the creative outlet to do what I love, write.

He was one of the few REAL badasses we will ever come across in our life time. That's a pretty cool way to leave your stamp on the world. Wouldn't you say? These will be tough shoes to fill.

POW!!!

Then I thought..

 'Who would be Batman?'

I mean, Robin is kind of a wuss, and I know I'm not the one that would let some man take over the show. I like pants. Then it really brought up some questions in my head...

What happens when the woman wants to be the Batman?

Do men get intimidate by women who don't want to sit back in the red and green, gold caped outfit? I think by nature men want to lead and protect and want a sidekick with well groomed hair and a pair of leather gloves (they still want us to be sexy/naughty, of course.)

Now, we live in a time where the Batman costumes are a little more stretched out in the bust area and the yellow belt also doubles as a place to store your lip gloss and roll-on perfume.

BUT I have to admit...

being Robin makes a lot sense sometimes!
And let's face it...
 I would totally rock those green booties.

I also think these would be fun sound effect to make during a scuffle..
 under sheets!

IF YA KNOW WHAT I MEAN!!

Holy semantic load, Batman!