Inspiration

Quiet Reflection and Contemplation, That’s What’s Sexy This Week

Quiet reflection and contemplation, that’s what sexy this week.

For many of us, we’re moving at the speed of light into a brick wall or two, not giving ourselves a chance to slow down with time for ourselves. We’re wired to the world, attached to anything and everything hoping for that next big break. The “big break” we are conditioned to believe is just around the corner.

We are wired to social media, posting if not once, but several times a day exposing parts of our lives we wouldn’t share with our parents. Feeling guilty if we miss a beat and in the process letting down fans and followers. Better yet, as the influencers many of you are, showing and selling products you’ve never even used, let alone know much about.

Then there’s the cost of living! Inflation doesn’t stop, it only seems to go up and up and up creating a whole different type of stress when it comes to paying the bills. Work work work, all work and no play, most certainly doesn’t allow for a time out moment. Most of us are way too busy living to work, when we should be working to live, and enjoy life.

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Yes it gets stressful when the bills aren’t paid and you lag behind, I’m no stranger to that. However, a valuable lesson I learned in the recent past was making time for some self care.

Remember that, self care, is any necessary human regulatory function which is under individual control, deliberate and self-initiated for one’s personal well-being and health?

Many of us don’t find, make, or set aside the time, but we sure can make enough excuses!

So……ENOUGH EXCUSES, find, make, and set aside the time for you, and only you!

Put on a robe, leave the glamour behind and have that extra coffee, enjoy the view, tune out, meditate, read that book, hit the gym, ride a bike, or do simply nothing at all and have some serious quiet time for some much needed self-reflection and contemplation.

Go ahead, do it, you deserve it!

Erotic Art, That’s What’s Sexy This Week

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Erotic art, that’s what sexy this week.

We all know I love art of multiple kinds, but one particular genre of the sexuality kind I truly love, is the erotic. I find it compelling, inviting, thought provoking, and downright sexy. To be inspired by erotic art is the very least I can write, because its a combination of all these elements that help to put a smile on a person’s, and their mind!

Artist’s depictions of erotism have been created for centuries, not just in nude human form, but in some of the unlikeliest. Items found in daily life, the sexy-this-week-erotic-art-melon-lovehome, the streets, renditions dreamt up in the minds of the ingenious. Inventive depictions using fruits and vegetables, found in architecture, items from the beach, or the clouds in the sky.

I think you get the point from my over zealous examples, but this is exactly what erotic art does for me, it stimulates me.

I definitely know I’m not the only one stimulated by erotic art, because if the line up down the street was any indication at this years Boobies and Wieners Erotic Art Show, then stimulation and titillation was what the throngs were in line for. If you’ve never been, then I suggest you keep an eye out for next year’s show. You’ll love the art, and the energy of the folks at the show. Giggling, chatting, sipping on a cocktail or two and possibly buying a piece of art to hang on a wall at home. The art is beautiful, erotic, sexy, and well worth the incentive.

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Erotic art isn’t for everyone, and I’m not quite sure why. I prefer to believe its the uncomfortable embarrassment and nothing else, proving my point about stimulation. I remember a school trip to Kleinburg Ontario, the home of the McMichael Art Collection dedicated to the Group of Seven. During this visit an exhibition of nudes from the masters of old were on display, but our classes were not allowed to see them. A decision made by one of our teachers, a rather outspoken religious woman, a decision that didn’t stop me. I snuck away from the group, eager to feast my eyes upon the lusty canvasses denied my eyes, and see what all the fuss was about.

Rounding the corner on the second floor of the gallery while my classmates were bombarded with boredom from the Group of Seven, I was stopped dead in my tracks. A woman in full recline on a red velvet chaise with creme coloured fabrics draping her shoulders, across her torso, trailing down to her feet and across. It was beautiful, the colours, the richness, the decadence, and the casual repose. This is what we were not allowed to see?

Lasting impressions, an imprint I am grateful for because I was caught not to long after for “straying” from the group.

Again, art is truly in the eye of the beholder, I just happen to like mine vivid, beautiful, sexy, and above all erotic. I like stimulation, don’t you?sexy-this-week-erotic-art-canova-nude-recline-pauline-bonaparte

A Playful Flirt and a Giggle

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A playful flirt and a giggle, that’s what’s sexy this week.

Human interaction is super important, interaction of the positive kind. Forget the stalkers, sleazebags, and despicable low-lifes who truly only deserve a baseball bat upside the head for a little tune-up. No I’m talking about the attention from playful fun when one is out and about, that comes from innocent friendliness.

Innocent is the key word here, since many interpret these actions as seduction. Misinterpretations made by people who don’t have the skills to know the difference, as it shouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out.

Over a coffee with my girlfriend Brit, a sassy buxom blonde, I sat and listened as she told me of her exploits while on her last holiday. Exploits I realized, are not far off from my own when I’m out in the world. What we also agreed on was the fun that came from a playful compliment, or a flirt. Fun that we both knew wasn’t going to go anywhere except validation as the people we are. Gregarious, life loving gals, who dress-up for every occasion including a trip to the laundry room!

I like a little validation as I’m someone who loves life, and lives it. Again knowing the difference between good and bad validation is something that needs to be taught, an element similar to what I wrote in my previous Sexy This Week, The Art of Casual Conversation with a Stranger . Knowing the difference between the two types, and knowing how to appreciate a good flirt and giggle isn’t hard. However making it hard for folks to be human and show appreciation, is taught and learned behaviour. Behaviour hot on the hysteria that everyone is out to get you and commit something heinous to your well being.

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Folks need to lighten up, loosen up and have fun again. Learn that a playful flirt and giggle can a go long way in making a person feel good, love life, and enjoy living it!

The Art of Casual Conversation with a Stranger, for Sexy This Week

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The art of casual conversation with a stranger, that’s what’s sexy this week.

Actually, it’s more like the lost art of casual conversation, and all a person needs to do is look around themselves once they’ve unglued their faces from their phones. Those little devices we’ve wired ourselves to the world with, the electronic annoyance that has become for many, a buffer from actual connection to the land of the living.

We see it everyday, folks walking into lamp posts, into traffic, and glaring down into their hands. Playing bullshit games at fevered pitches, games designed to control you from having any personal thought of your own, let alone observance of anything or anyone around you. All focused on texting nonsense to someone you’d rather not be. Yes this is bit of a personal rant, but it’s one many of us share. Look around you and see just what I am writing about here. On the bus, train, plane, street, waiting rooms, even some dinner tables folks with that zombie stare and glare.

I myself have taken to the pleasure of looking around myself when out and about. Being aware of what’s around me and who’s around me. Not just because of my personal three feet of space I covet, but because I want to take it all in and see what the real world has to offer. The trees, bees, plants and seas, mountains in the morning, to name a few, but another important element, the faces of those doing the same as I.

I’ve made it clear about how I feel about giving a stranger a compliment, or look them in the eyes when addressing someone. It’s about connection, human connection of a non-sexual kind, an uplifting positive connection, a good connection. It’s stimulating, pleasurable, eye opening, and a learning experience, feelings I can’t begin to describe. I knew when I sat to write this that there were folks who have studied and written papers on just how good it is to talk with strangers, I just didn’t know how many. Do a google search when you’re not out and about, you’ll see what I mean.

To me coffee shops, streets, busses, trains, planes, and the world of people was meant for living and communicating face to face, talking. Introducing sexy-this week- lost-art-casual-conversation-with-strangers-street-talkyourself, saying hello, paying a compliment, and hearing someone else’s story, to learn it, love it, and possibly live it.

I never understood why many favour teaching their children not to talk to strangers, rather than teach them how to talk to strangers, because it is an art. It’s an art that has been lost for some time and should be taught from an early age, and for those in dispute, the internet has already proven that thought. The nasty truth with all these trolls and predators on the loose behind their screens. Cowards actually, because the real of face to face communication is for the brave who choose to chance it.

The art of casual conversation with a stranger, that’s whats sexy this week.

 

My Biggest Fear

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During a recent writing exercise for a performance project in which I was involved, each of us was asked to write about our biggest fear. Not much, does scare me as I’ve learned to be strong, but sometimes that little bug can get under your skin and stay there forever. Like everyone else on the planet, I’m a person to, with emotions and feelings and my steely cold reserve is just my defence mechanism of a, believe it or not, painfully shy person.

This is mine, this is what I wrote.

“Who’s truly in the audience? Will I be liked, loved? Will I be hated, and endure some form of backlash? Who has the answers?

How will I look? Not just to the audience, but to myself and my colleagues. I know this sounds esoteric, vain, possibly selfish, but a good portion of my life has been about looking good and avoiding the negative from onlookers, strangers, even friends and family. A daily occurrence that happens every second, minute, and hour, 24/7.

I know there is much more to life than to worry over such matters, but they matter to me. Fitting in to my degree of standards, being able to carry on in my life as a happy individual, an individual that I know is on the fringes of a lot of main stream society.

Whatever mainstream is!

Maybe I am creating my own “mainstream society”? I’ve always had to fend for myself, take care of me, and when needed push aside the care of myself to tend to the needs of others.

Why? I don’t know, to that I haven’t got the answers. Maybe it has something to do with my nurturing side, my love of people, my love………… period.

I remind you, that it’s so much harder to love than it is to hate, and this world is full of people finding the easy way out and hating, hating, hating. Never finding the time, or putting in the effort to truly love and be loved. I know, because I am reminded daily of the anger people have. For me, all I have to do is glance at one of the many scars that dot the landscape of my body, the results of strangers, scars I decorate, or conceal to change and make them pretty, beautiful, and loved reminders.

I do believe in forgiveness, but I never forget, I never forget the fright, the anger the terror the HATE. And that doesn’t mean that to forgive means to forget and suddenly like that person or persons.

Getting up in front of large audiences or groups always reminds me of that possibility that somewhere out there, in the dark room, there may be a person who doesn’t share love, care, or want to hear my story, but find the easy way out, and hate.

However, getting up in front of those audiences is a chance I am willing to take

I validate you, why not validate me!

I am human

I am me

and I love you!

 

The Pretty Little Leaf

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The Pretty little leaf is what’s sexy this week!

There I was, shit, showered and shaved, dressed and ready for the day, over my morning anxiety with my “kick ass” attitude dialed in at a level ten as I went out the door to face the day. My clothes perfectly coordinated of complimentary colours, matching jewelry, makeup applied with the precision of surgeon, and my hair all neatly hot-rollered and set. I was ready! With chin held high, shoulders back, tits out, and stomach in, I walked to the bus stop to patiently wait with all the other morning riders.

On the bus, I made myself comfortable for the 15 minute ride to the skytrain reading the morning paper as we rode over the bumps and potholes that dotted the downtown streets of beautiful Vancouver; the city I call home. The bus’s arrival at the skytrain always greats me with a certain amount of irony, its the skytrain, but at this juncture it runs underground. It always gives me a brief moment of contemplation as I descend to the train’s platform quietly crop dusting as I make my way deeper into the ground.

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Fairytales and Castles, That’s What’s Sexy This Week

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My family hails from a small but steeped in history country, Denmark, a country of fairytales and castles. Soft rolling hills, green pastures, 1000 year old cities. A country surrounded by bodies of water that cradle this now peaceful land like two gentle hands that meet at the tip top in a place called Skagen. The trip to Skagen is magical as you drive you through countrysides of soft rolling hills, and sand dunes that have a life of their own, that literally eat up the buildings of yesteryear. Creamy white sand reclaiming what man has made returning it to the elements from whence it came. Sexy This week-fairytales-castles-Skagens-sand-engulfed-churchA road trip we took many times through country dotted with architecture and structures from a time gone by. Structures of stone and metal, manors, and castles of grandeur, that for most people can only imagine seeing in their dreams. Dreams that bring to life stories, feelings, and thoughts of hope and the future, fairytales and castles, that’s what sexy this week.

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Internet Communication and Networking

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For me internet communication and networking is always “dicey” and for a multitude of reasons, particularly if you are a woman, and look a certain way. Like me, most people are always waiting and hoping for that one great deal or opportunity to come their way through the networking they do. Going to great lengths to keeping many profiles on sites most of us haven’t even heard of. Over the years I’ve learned to take it with a grain of salt, so I don’t expect much.

The multitude of carefully constructed and crafted sites that allow you to showcase your talents to prospective clients that are looking for your particular skill set. Along with your written details, these sites also provide you with the option to put your best foot forward for all to see; your profile picture.

This is the spot to shine and grab attention, to keep your photo and written details cohesive for a professional presentation that will have you being taken seriously. Enough so, that those who are making serious enquiries will take the time to read your info and truly absorb what your skills and credentials are all about.

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Happiness, That’s What’s Sexy This Week

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In my youth, my Mom would take the whole family downtown to the CNE each and every summer. The Canadian National Exhibition had all kind of fair ground paraphernalia from stuffed toys, to plastic jewelry, and trinkets of all kind. My favourite piece of memorabilia I got each year, was a yellow plastic smily face medallion. That two inch diameter face with the black line smile, and black dots for eyes was happiness to me, and happiness is what’s sexy this week.sexy-this-week-happiness-cne-early-days

Growing up for me wasn’t always the proverbial bed of roses, yes I had a great childhood considered privileged by many outsiders, however I never saw it that way.  Fights, schoolyard bullying, teasing, fending for myself, and so much uncertainty and soul searching. I couldn’t wait for the yearly journey to the CNE, to that summertime fantasyland and the opportunity to get my coveted yellow round plastic face with the black eyes and smile.

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Art In the Eyes of the Beholder, That’s What Sexy This Week

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Beauty truly is in the eyes of the beholder, and art is subject to the same, the interpretations of each and every individual person. The personal tastes of one person are completely different from that of the next, what I like as art, you may not. I try to find beauty in all I see, if not the whole picture, then an element or two of it. I’m busy keeping myself stimulated, inspired, and motivated to keep the dreams alive. Appreciating the creations produced for my enjoyment, art in the eyes of the beholder, that’s what sexy this week.

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