The Muses are the theme that I would love to use for this photo shoot.. this symbol of the Goddess is the symbol of inspiration..of Divine Creation…after all it is the celibration of the feminine form..that drives men to do the things they do… it is sexuality and romance, searching for love that causes the creation of all forms of art and the sciences..
It is the beauty and the mystery of women that causes the more beauty to be created.
I believe that humanity is entering in to a New Renaissance ( meaning revival or rebirth).. I believe the power of the feminine will make this new birth of humanity possible..
She has been but behind the veil for far to long.. her head covered in shame.. her abuse kept secret..her sex shamed.. it is time to renew her in her power.. to love and celibrate her with class and diginity..THIS IS MY DREAM!
This is the dream of many..to set THE DIVINE FEMININE FREE… to set us all free of SHAME!
This is a MOVEMENT!..This is a revolution..for WOMEN BY WOMEN… this is what men have wanted all along..what society has secretly longed for..what we have been grieving..and missing..what we have been homesick for..THE GREAT MOTHER..the FEMININE ASPECT OF GOD AND CREATION!
It is up to us to breath life back into her..with being diginified and classy..beautiful, and romantic..to search out our own sexuality..to seek out the arts and sciences..to bring about the rebirth.. humanity..through the celibration of raw feminine sexuality..
The following is an explanation of the MUSES..the theme I wish to use in the photo shoot…
by Micha F. Lindemans
The Greek goddesses who presided over the arts and sciences. They were believed to inspire all artists, especially poets, philosophers, and musicians. The Muses were the daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory. The number of Muses varies over time; initially there was but one, and later there is mention of three: Melete, Mneme, and Aoede (the Elder Muses). They were nymphs in Pieria, western Thrace, and their cult was brought to Helicon in Boeotia by the Aloadae. Usually there is mention of nine muses: Calliope, Clio, Erato, Euterpe, Melpomene, Polyhymnia, Terpsichore, Thalia, and Urania, the Younger Muses.
The Muses were venerated throughout Greece, but more so in those areas with many wells and springs. The area of Boeotia, near Helicon, remained the favorite place of the Muses, and there they were more venerated than elsewhere. It is also the place of two well that were sacred to them, Aganippe and Hippocrene. Also Delphi and the Parnassus were their favorite places, and it was here that Apollo became their leader (musagetes).
The Muses sat near the throne of Zeus, king of the gods, and sang of his greatness and of the origin of the world and its inhabitants and the glorious deeds of the great heroes. From their name words such as music, museum, mosaic are derived.
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I have included the following images to show..the beauty of all feminine shapes and sizes.. inorder to help those who would like to take part in this incredible experience to be brave and love their own individual shape..
If I can get enough women to take part I will contact Miss Sassy Pants..we will all get together for coffee or drinks and plan the photo shoot.. if you are not comfortable with nudity..you may remain covered or in costume…but for those of you who wish to show more flesh I encourage it..all are welcome..all ages, races..and sizes… we are all beautiful.
Here is my personal email..please contact me if you are from Okanagan.. if you want to take part in this experience so that we can make it happen..we can make a difference together by being brave..and leading the way for others firstname.lastname@example.org
The saddest thing is that it was so hard to find these images on the net..of these beautiful, healthy women.. I found a lot of fake..touched up and very skinny women… it’s time we made a change for the better for all of us.. lets change the world for our son’s and daughters.. lets bring real women back.. lets be healthy and inspired!
This photo is called THE POWERFUL GODDESS!
When I started my blog and when I posted my boudoir photography on the blog and facebook it was with the intention of starting a sexual revolution. It was with the intention of helping all women including myself become comfortable in their own skin.
We have been taught to be sqweeky clean.. to be good mothers and nice ladies… basically leave the fun to the men..
I say BULLSHIT!
You will read peices of writing that I have collected off the net that talk about the SLUT WALK.. the reason for the SLUT WALK is so that women have the social freedom to express their true and raw sexuality.
A woman freed from the bondage of societies expectations of her is a powerful woman.. she is wild,, fun and sexy as hell.
It doesn’t matter your size or your body type race or anything else..what matters is that you love yourself and you love your body.That we as women take the time to take care of ourselves..that we stop the ironing..and the folding..that we go outside and play! Yes we play just like the guys…and we take the time to please ourselves sexually..that we dive right in to our own bodies..
When women tell me that they want to look just like me I tell them ” look more like you..express and celibrate your own beauty”
Take the time to look over your own body..and love the parts of you that are the most sexy.. love your skin.. love your breast, your thighs..and your hips..take the time to put on some make-up just for you.. to look good just for you..in your own individual way.. be all that you can be today and be more of you tomorrow.
Yes I love my body.. I am proud of my curves and my intense sexuality..this is not a act this it truly me.. some wear this as a mask to impress others to get attention to manipulate men and to get a head in the world.. I do not.. I am a hot sexy momma..and so are you..thats my piont..as women it has to start with us..if we see each other as competition for men..than we loose our sexy confidence..a confident women can appreciate other women’s beauty and complement them..not call other women down out of insecurity.. we are all beautiful.. in our wild sexy selves.. be you..express your sex-appeal.. love what it does for him.
He wants to see those buttons just a little to low..he wants to see your dress just a little to high up.. he wants to see you look up and not down at the ground..strut your stuff girls you got it going on.. own what God gave you..enjoy sex with out guilt.. ride him until he crys out for help!
Be wild and free.. let the goddess in you get dirty.. naughty and uncontrolled.. take him for a roll in the hay.. just don’t look down on yourself it starts today..
I want you to go and have the same experiance as me; go and get some boudoir photography done..take some burlesque dance or some bellydancing, pole dance.. live in your flesh..eat healthy exercise and be the best and the hottest that you can be..
Touch yourself and explore your body don’t repress you natural sexuality because the world society has tried to keep you in line and under control with the good girl mentality.. its bullshit!
Take back your right..we need to take back our right to be sexy..sweet..sassy and naughty with out being made to feel like social rejects from society..
Our men want it just as much as we do.. most modern men don’t want their wives and girlfriends to remind them of their mothers.. they like girls gone wild..with class..
Nothing raunchy..just fun and free..
most are insecure so they judge and make fun of others to cover up their insecurites.
And by doing this we as human beings feel better about ourselves.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Slut or slattern is a term applied to an individual who is considered to have loose sexual morals or who is sexually promiscuous. The term is generally pejorative and often applied to women as an insult or offensive term of disparagement, meaning “dirty or slovenly.” However some women have demonstrated saying they’re proud of being “sluts”, and have given it a positive connotation.
If the kitchen maid’s life was made wretched by the struggle against dirt, the life of the housewife was hardly less so. A woman who didn’t hang out her washing when everyone else did, who didn’t scrub her front doorstep and windowsills, who didn’t scour everything that could be scoured at least once a week, but preferred to gossip with her friends or play with her children in the sun, would also be suspected of being no better than she should be. A man married to a sloven needed to take her in hand if he was not to be generally despised.
Twenty-first century women are even more relentlessly hounded and harassed by the threat of dirt. No house is ever clean enough, no matter how many hours its resident woman spends spraying and wiping, Hoovering, dusting, disinfecting and deodorising. Women’s bodies can never be washed often enough to be entirely free of dirt; they must be depilated and deodorised as well. When it comes to sex, women are as dirty as the next man, but they don’t have the same right to act out their fantasies. If they’re to be liberated, women have to demand the right to be dirty. By declaring themselves sluts, they lay down the Cillit Bang and take up the instruments of pleasure.
Men already enjoy the right to be dirty. In the usual rugby house, unwashed dishes can be found festering under beds as well as piled to chin height in the sink. The rubbish bin will contain an impacted mess of stomped-down rubbish. The lavatory would be only too accurately described as a bog. The filth becomes a challenge; the first man to crack and grab the Hoover is a sissy. In mixed digs in our tolerant universities, it’s the women who are forever cleaning the shared facilities, because the men won’t. The con is a simple one. If you don’t mind that the toilet’s disgusting, then don’t clean it; if you do, then do. Girls don’t have the option of not minding. Dirty house equals dirty woman equals tramp.
If women are to overthrow the tyranny of perpetual cleansing, we have to be able to say: “Yes, I am a slut. My house could be cleaner. My sheets could be whiter. I could be without sexual fantasies too – pure as the untrodden snow – but I’m not. I’m a slut and proud.” The rejection by women of compulsory cleansing of mind, body and soul is a necessary pre-condition of liberation. Besides, taking part in what looks like an endless “vicars and tarts’ street party is not just bad-ass. It’s fun.
I think a “VICARS AND TARTS” party for a charity event in Kelowna B.C. would be amazing.. for fun..to raise money for a charity and to loosen up Kelowna..cause damn we need it.. hey I know pole dancers..burlesque instructors..and bellydancers..sounds like a fricken good time to me..
I included these pictures of Sophia Loren..because she is a great example of a women who has it going on.. she is ageless due to her confidence.. she is very good example of a woman who can live in her sexiness..
Sweet, sweet lies
they are like candy
they take me away from reality.
Reality can be so cruel
all of the heartache
all of the dreams that don’t come true
the lies, I can hide behind
when the world is so unkind
I am so overwhelmed by the pain
I can get so sad when I think to much
but in the sweet lies I can loose touch
I can hide
He has lived with me there
in a special place in my imagination
there he keeps me safe
here in this place he loves me
In this dream he is all I need him to be
we roam the earth together
friends and lovers
we walk and hand in hand through the sandy shores
Oh this lie it is so sweet
oh this lie, sometimes it’s all I need.
The world can be so unfair
I just need to escape here
away from fear and pain
away from the reality of being alone.
He is with me here
His face changes constantly
he is all the men that I have met
I have made them all into him
but in reality, he does not exist for me
He is just a sweet lie
I wake up all lone
sometimes tears on my pillow
because in reality men have only hurt me
he is just my little sweet white lie.
It seems that as many of us get older we loose our sense of adventure..we loose our wonder.
As we age we loose our edge..we can become complacent..we just accept what is handed to us.
Youth questions everything.. in just finding their wings they have to figure out how it all works, and why it doesn’t work the way they may want it to.
Youth has fresh eyes..as we age we see the world as we have come to know and understand it..we forget to wonder about the meaning of it all..or even question if there is any meaning to any of it.
At the Mad Hatter Art Exhibit.. I found a breath of fresh air…being youthful at heart myself.. I found myself right were I have been longing for.. WONDERLAND…
The young artist have their hands on the pulse of the world… on the here and the now.
They see and understand that we have been living in an artificial world and that because of it we are slowly killing ourselves..the pieces of art questioned how media effects the way women are viewed by the world and by themselves.. how we are taught not to be comfortable in our own skin..but to attempt to look like a barbie doll or a touched up model on a magazine spread.. the pieces of art touched on nutrition.. how we poison or bodies with artifical food and then we put artifical drugs in our bodies to medicate the sickness that we cause ourselves by our poor nutrition. The exhibit covered our addiction to technology.. how we sit on the computer..text on cell phones.. online date and cook our brains with TV and video games..Then the exhibit covered our emotional state as well.. how we repress our emotions.. how this causes mental illness and depression.. the piont is to ” SAY IT OUT LOUD..WRITE IT DOWN!”.. do it for your mental health..These young artist understand that we are a world living out of balance..we cause our own problems by living in a fake artificial world.. were we are supposed to act and look perfect but we sabotage our own health with the crap we eat.. the things we chose to do with our time.. like sit on our asses and watch TV and play video games..
All of these issues I put forward on this blog.. thats why I was right at home in wonderland..cause I am just like Alice..wondering why people can’t see common sense.. just like the young artist..and other artist and creative people trying to bring about this change.. to make a differance in a postive way.. for the now and for the future.
The piont is … I think that was being made.. WE NEED TO GET OUTSIDE, WE NEED TO GET BACK TO NATURE..WE NEED TO BE REAL.
My children played with the interactive pieces at the exhibit..they were not afraid of the expression..of the playfullness of looking at the world in an entirely new way.
This is the simple truth.. we have concentrated on the destination..we have forgotten the journey.. we have forgotten ourselves along the way.
The adventure is being the real you.. and becoming more everyday.. more and better along the way.
Who knows were we are going.. lets just say healthy along the way..
The way to a new and better world is to be like the youth of today.. look and wonder..ask questions.. make it better.. love change..
See the world with fresh eyes.. and know there is so much more to be discovered..that we just haven’t realised..
Let them show us the New.