WOMAKE-UP!!!

The other day I was watching Denise Richards and something struck me; she said “I look horrible, I have no make-up on”.  I didn’t realize that make-up gave women the ability to be beautiful.  I was hearing this unsurmountable dilemna; Make-up + woman= beautiful.   There are very few girls I see anymore that wear absolutely no make-up, and with the abscence of it usually comes insecurity.  I’ve heard women time and time again tell me that if only they would be able to cover up their “bad skin”.  Either way they are on the search for some sort of validation whether it be fishing for compliments or just for someone to tell them how pretty they are.  There have been numerous times where a girl comes in to my job(I am a make-up artist) and the first thing she says is that she needs full coverage, basically a mask.  What are you trying to hide?  If you can’t think of yourself as beautiful without make-up then you are truly going to be unhappy your whole life, regardless of the variety of  plastic surgery procedures that you undergo.  You will still see your face in the mirror. Your inadequacy is something that resides within  your mind or the atmospheres of your life experiences.

I’m not in any way taking away the fact that it is a part of a womans wardrobe, but it is the fact that women use it as a crutch.  What’s wrong with wearing no make-up on the train?  How about even going to the gym without make-up?  Do you really want to be “That Girl”?  How about the girl that’s on the train and she is smearing black eyeshadow on with her finger?  She may call it a “smokey eye”, I call it a mess. Just because you are wearing make-up does not mean you look better, and most women don’t even know how to apply it properly(six years experience). 

What I’m telling women is that you can be beautiful without putting on make-up, it doesn’t define your beauty.  You define your beauty.  I have worked with models from many agencies and might I add they are some of the most insecure people.  Once you find yourself, make-up will become an accessory and not a way of life.

“DL” –“Brothas”

The other day it was brought to my attention that the stigma for “DL” is solely attuned towards blacks and latinos.  This was something so obvious but alluded me completely until it was brought up.  The term holds a derogatory conotation making it appear that African-Americans and Latinos are always on the prowl for sex.  In this case, for the same sex.  So the community is hit with several things:  “DL Brotha’s” ,  “Gays” and secretive promiscuity(cheating).  What would we call a caucassion man who has a wife three children, works on Wall Street and at night before leaving work goes on Craigslist to find a man to a have sex with?  To society he would just be a cheater or in the closet because those stigmas don’t apply to white men but in complete essence it is the same thing, just different skin.  Maybe the term “DL” is just another term applied to people of color to re-ify to society how we are still perceived(Down Low Brotha’).  Possibly it is all happenstance but what I do know is that it adds another stamp of negative perception on all people of color– ALL OF US!!!! 

The CURRENCY of language

There is the blatent ignorance of the “American condition“, that when someone does not speak “English”, that their intelligence is of a substandard level.  Which in no way equates to the astuteness of an individual.  What we as a monolinguistic society need to realize, is that we are at a disadvantage.  We need to let go of the elitist mentality that everyone must come to our level and realize that we are trapped by our words.  There are billions of people in the world that speak hundreds of different languages but what has slipped us by, is that in knowing language you can see things from a more capacious perspective.  Many “Americans” are looking for love and many will do whatever it takes to find it.  How do you know that your soul mate only speaks French or the man/woman that you meet at a function is fluent only in Spanish(this person could be your future business partner or boss)?  Since you are trapped in the English language, you would be completely oblivious to the fact that you missed a prodigious opportunity.  The next time a person comes up to you who has trouble speaking “English”, think twice because many times they may be learning English but speak four other languages fluently.  Now I question;  Who has the intelligence?

My definition of love–“FOR NOW”

I’m never one to be persuaded by “love”.  Living On a Voyage of Expectation[s].  Living is the first mistake, it is something that is quitidion: it is the pulsing beat in your hand, the “empty smile” that passes between stangers, a glance in the mirror without even acknowledging oneself.  It seperates life from free will and brings the lover to a state of mental bankruptcy.  I like to call them love zombies, “all my dreams are your dreams”, “if you’re taking in a breath, then I’ll take half of one;  I wouldn’t want there to be any less air for you”.  Mindless!  “On“–On top of, On or off, on the same page, On-ly us…Voyages always come to an end like a journey. They are not timeless or infinite, they run with a purpose and when it is fulfilled the experience is finished.  Expectations are what you beleive the other person will deliver in your part of the relationship.  Expectations are illusions, look at the root of the word; “expect””; it is not what, but what is the deserved action of another and most of the time we are disappointed.  So I say FUCK “Love” we need to create a new word.

Days of our Lives

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The moment we met, I felt  that you and I had been connected before, somewhere in between space and thought.  It never really mattered to me that we were 3,000 miles apart.  I was just happy that we were brought together by another stroke of kismet.  We met on my birthday three years ago in a park.  The moment you walked up was the moment that we kissed(metaphorically of course).   I will never forget your creamy brown skin and your uneven smile.  We kept smiling at each other and I realized it wasn’t flirtation but a feeling of familiarity.  The curve of your jaw line, the smell of your skin; why do i know you already?  It was the same as looking at someone and recognizing yourself.  The sensation of meeting someone for the first time but only on a physical level.  I realized how lucky I was, to have this man in front of me and then I realized that the guy you were with, was your boyfriend.  Needless to say “I let go and let flow” on the situation.  

Two years pass and there are still fragments of your essence within my thoughts.  You began to appear to me everywhere and under different circumstances.  When I would meditate I would feel you,  making breakfast, or on my way to work.  Many times when I would cum, your face would pop in my head leaving me feeling elated yet confused; as to why someone that I had only met once had such an impact on me.  You in Los Angeles, me in New York I never expected to see you again (or at least the chances were slim). 

On my first day visiting Los Angeles we bumped into eachother again.   Interestingly enough, again on my Birthday two years to the day.  That was what blew me away.  This time I had the boyfriend so I said hi and I let it go.  I had to avoid you that night because I knew that whatever my boyfriend and I had built thus far could never compare to what we had created in a moment.  The next night I went out and again there you were.  Now we couldn’t avoid eachother we had to talk, had to experience what we felt about each other but never vocalized.  Of course numbers were exchanged and when we were finally alone together. That is when I knew that I wasn’t crazy.

Walking into your house was more than I could comprehend at the moment.  You standing there smiling with a 40 in your hand(I kept telling myself “we’re just friends”).  If we are just friends, why do I feel like I want to kiss you and mesh our spirits together like Gemini has two sides? Why are you standing there and me here, with no action?  I can feel you touching me in your mind but “we are just friends”.  I have never been closer to another human without ever even kissing them.  Again you were off limits. 

S

P.s.  Now we can breathe orgasms over the phone together.

   

 

  

The absense of sleep!

It’s 3:30 in the morning and the funny part is I’m not really tired.  After watching the 10:30 show of Sex and the City I’m left feeling slightly cheated (part of which, it was two hours too long).  The other half was the fact that the entire movie was built on the premise of “love lost” and “love regained”.  I’m sick of “love” always  working out in American theatre.  Why can’t people just break up and stay that way.  Not to mention all the obviously subtle advertising througout the movie (smart water and Vera Wang).  Another ploy to brainwash us into beleiving that the commercials were left within the previews.  It seems moviegoers are only fed fantisies(distraction) and would prefer to live with all the others who live ignorent( inaction);  As most of us do in life.