As a rule, I have a steadfast avoidance to getting set up, and awkward double dates. You know that whole saying about rules and being broken? Don’t ever listen to it. I should have listen to my gut. I’d say my conscience, but that little shit is barely even cricket-sized anymore. Two of my best friends are a married couple I’ve known since college. And I know they want the best for me, and I know they want me to have what they have, which is why I didn’ tell them about Nicole. I keep viable options close to my chest for as long as possible. I told them about Taylor, and I told them about Kara…and I told them about the project, which is why this little set up occured.
They tried the best, and their valiant attempts led to this double date. But they forced me into going into this little vegetarian place. I ate a veggie burger at their wedding, as a mock-present, but I don’t vegetarian. I’m a fan of red meat & thinks that will kill me sooner. Cassie was nice enough. She was cute, she had a good solid head, and a career on her shoulders as a journalist, something I can actually respect. She even had a good (relatively) taste in the music she listened to, but I couldn’t just get into the whole set up aspect of it. I felt like my friend’s wife was a conduit in our conversation. Fielding questions back and forth and talking about the other. It was awkward, and it was forced. I don’t know if I would like this girl if met under normal circumstances, but the the circumstances ruined the girl for me. I was half expecting my friend to be like “Okay, Travis, Cassie likes kissing and you like kissing….we’ll be over there”.
A nude portrait of French President Nicolas Sarkozy’s wife Carla Bruni will go under the hammer in New York next month, according to auctioneers Christie’s.
The 13 x 10 1/8 inch gelatin silver black and white photograph was taken in 1993, when Bruni was one of the world’s top fashion models, and is being sold by art collector Gert Elfering.
It is expected to fetch $3,000 to $4,000 when it is sold in New York on April 10, according to the Christie’s web site.
Sarkozy married Bruni, 40, in February after a whirlwind romance that began shortly after his divorce from his second wife Cecilia.
Their relationship has coincided with a sharp fall in Sarkozy’s approval ratings which have tumbled as voters judged that the president’s glitzy lifestyle jarred with his responsibilities and status as head of state.
Sarkozy and his new wife are due to pay a state visit to Britain this week during which they will be hosted by Queen Elizabeth at Windsor Castle.
One New Year’s party offers the uninhibited a chance to get naked and bounce around with a bunch of total strangers while not facing the threat of arrest.
It’s the “Nude Year’s Eve” on Haulover Beach, and the wardrobe-free affair tops Trip Advisor’s list of the world’s 10 most extreme New Year’s Eve events to cap this year.
This year’s nude gala might be a little toned down because of the cold weather expected to hit Miami this week, but no one minds a little shrinkage when you’re popping champagne.
A Nude New Year’s Eve ticket will run you $129, which is cheap compared to some other offerings in Miami on Dec. 31. It’s a three-day event which includes live entertainment. You also get a front row seat to the fireworks.
One advantage: You don’t have to worry about finding that perfect outfit because everyone will have on the same thing.
Florida was home to two of the top five spots, with the Festive Freefall in Zephyrhills coming in at No. 4. That event features a bunch of people jump out of a plane at the stroke of midnight. With their clothes on, of course.
For those interested – here’s Trip Advisor’s complete list:
In a normal closet, a naked Memphis man might not have been detected and arrested in Midtown.
Unfortunately for this 50-year-old man, he was nude in a closet in the lobby of The Gilmore Apartments at 6 S. Madision. And the closet has a glass door, according to a court affidavit filed by police.
Police arrested Franklin Baker about 6:15 a.m. and charged him with public indecency and disorderly conduct. He was held in the Shelby County Jail on $250 bond.
Last but never least. December, 1953: photographed in 1949 when she was still obscure, this nude picture of Norma Jean “Marilyn Monroe” Mortensen was sold to Playboy absent of Marilyn’s control — it was the magazine’s first issue and she was a rising star by that time. She was also featured on the cover, again without her express permission, but there was nothing she could do about it. The pictures were the property of the photographer Tom Kelley. Kelley had pursued Marilyn a number of times asking her to pose for him, and she finally agreed during a particularly low point in her struggling early career, on the condition that his wife Natalie remain present during the photoshoot.
“Golden Dreams,” photographed by Tom Kelley.
Kelley sold the pictures to Hugh Hefner in 1953, and Marilyn became the magazine’s inaugural cover girl and centerfold (then still called the “gatefold”) accompanied by the title “Sweetheart of the Month.” A bum deal. Really bad faith on Kelley’s part. He probably could have blackmailed her studio with the photos and gotten more money than he did out of Hef, seeing as she had come out that year with the massive, career-making hits Niagara, How to Marry a Millionaire (one of my all time favorite movies, co-starring Betty “Legs Insured by Lloyd’s of London” Grable and fabulous smoky siren Lauren Bacall — run don’t walk to the video star and grab it STAT), annnnnd Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (another absolute classic), making her a very hot and important-to-protect property in Hollywood.
Not only that, she already had half of Irving Berlin’s There’s No Business Like Show Business in the can and it would be ready for release by Summer. Kelley could’ve turned a real buck off of those publicists and studio producers, waiting for the highest bidder to turn over the nude negatives to. But he didn’t do his homework because he was a greedy, shortsighted idiot. So he undersold, to Hef. Serves him right.
These other shots are just two of several cell-painted examples of the “Golden Dreams” photoshoot damage control put out by the swarm of money-hungry publicists who always thronged around poor Marilyn — they wanted her to be slightly less tarnished by the shoot, but still profit from its popularity, so they had artists paint clothes on her and sold the reprints, allegedly autographed by Marilyn herself. (Side note: the first time she ever had to autograph something with her show business name, she asked the nearest studio guy how they wanted her to spell it. UGH. What the eff is wrong with people who see an orphan soul and suck it dry?!)
Just bad stuff and feelings all around with this entry of the December women, huh? And of course, RIP, although it scarcely seems possible: I’m not sure she will ever know peace, like, in any universe. Man. Why did I pick so many bummers for this project?? I’ll make it up to you another day. I promise!
I feel like I may have got a little down here and there on that last gal, what with my none-too-pleased remarks alluding to what I consider to be her lamentable decades-long trail of desperation, so here’s one of those Playmates who makes me proud to be a Playboy defender.
Gloria Root, the lovely and talented Miss December 1969, is proof that beauty often does come with brains.
Photographed by Pompeo Posar It is Gloria’s conviction that a major upheaval is both necessary and inevitable in the United States. “We’ve managed to narrow down all the freedoms we take pride in. We’ve created a political aristocracy that we didn’t want, and too many of us are hopelessly trapped in that tired old business of getting an ‘education’ and a job that doesn’t mean anything.” Gloria believes that American society today contains a “hard-core revolutionary middle” that bridges economic, racial and generational gaps — “not just a radical rabble, as the politicians would have us believe.”
“Individuals who have used hallucinogens or pot can experience life in more subtle ways and accept each other more readily than people who haven’t.” And unorthodox costumes, according to Gloria, serve to remind orthodox citizens “that there are other ways to live than what happens to be considered ‘normal’ here and now. If more people cared enough to expand their viewpoints by studying history or anthropology, they’d realize how many different life styles are natural and they’d be more tolerant. Young people aren’t pushing any particular life style — just the freedom to choose. And the youth revolution bridges all boundaries.” (“Revolutionary Discovery,” Playboy, December 1969.)
[Gloria] graduated from Rhode Island School of Design with degrees in fine arts and architecture. She then took a Master’s Degree in City Planning and a Master’s of Architecture at the University of California, Berkeley.
In 1980, she opened her own planning firm, Planning Analysis and Development, in San Francisco. She headed the firm until 1998, when she relocated to New York. While in New York, Root headed the strategic planning services division of Skidmore, Owings and Merrill. She returned to San Francisco in 2002 to a job as a project manager for Auberge Resorts. She later took a senior position with RBF Consulting.
From 1990 to 1998, Root was a board member of San Francisco Urban Planning + Research Association, a public-policy think-tank promoting good government and sustainable urban planning. (the wiki)
Gloria died of cancer in January, 2006. When not grappling with environmental and growth issues, Gloria was both an avid fan of professional football and an aficionado of the performing and cinematic arts. She was a world traveler, which contributed to her distinctive savoir faire. Long before it became fashionable, Gloria deserved to be called a “foodie” wowing her chums with her culinary delights. Dancer, skier, runner, Gloria was gifted with an exceptional physical grace. Of all her accomplishments, however, the power of Gloria’s mind was the most remarkable. Few possessed her ability to probe and debate current events with such intellectual horsepower and insight. When Gloria’s flame burned, it burned bright. (Obituary in the San Francisco Chronicle.)
I think Gloria Root is a woman who was definitely quite a total package. Beauty, brains, compassion, “different-ness,” and drive. RIP.
Yep, I said this post is about nonsense. Cause I guess it might be considered nonsense to spend your time photoshopping Santa hats on basically every Twilight character… Whatevs, I don’t care, cause it was fun! But honestly, have you ever asked yourself how the wolfpack celebrates? Or the Cullens? Yeah, I know it is Christmas in Breaking Dawn, but they wait for the Volturi to arrive so that hardly counts as a typical Cullen Christmas… Well, Zelda and I had a little ICQ conversation yesterday evening about all our favorite / not so favorite Twi-characters. Basically because I wanted to post the pictures so bad but didn’t really know what to write about. But just like everything we do together it ended up being hilarious. And of course, because we’re awesome like that, we’re gonna share everything with you!
The wolfpack wishes you a merry Christmas
The wolfpack: All the wolf-guys (I’m not writing their names here, cause I always forget one and then can’t remember who it is and then get annoyed… sorry) and Billy and Sue Clearwater with our Ladies-man Charlie all celebrate at Emily’s. And because Emily is simply amazing she does it Mama Soul style, starts two days early and in the end manages to somehow get at least two tons of super delicious food onto the dinner table without breaking it. And you know she’ll need it cause Sam, Jacob, Paul and the rest love to eat her food! They’ll make wolf-jokes the whole evening long and that’s where Charlie starts to feel the slightest bit uncomfortable. And because he remembers that one time Jacob got naked in front of him and then phased very clearly, he bought new underwear for all of them. To prevent himself from getting a Harry Clearwater heart-attack if he should ever see a bunch of naked Indian boys running through the woods while he’s on his Chief Swan duty. Yes, Charlie’s awesome like that!
The Cullens wish you a merry Christmas
The Cullens: Alice will become the Christmas nazi (fake prize for the first one who knows where that one’s from) and force everyone to help decorating the house aka putting up lights and candles and huge Christmas trees in every free spot in the whole Cullen mansion. They’ll have a huge mountain lion for dinner at Esme’s favorite table. Rosalie will be the Christmas bitch handing everyone’s present over with the words “Alice picked it out”. And Bella will just be her whiny annoying self muttering nd complaining about the snow and the weather and the celebration… cause honestly, this girl hates parties… and sometimes (okay, most of the time) annoys the shit out of me.
Our Christmas guest Jacob aka Taylor Lautner and his abs wish you a very merry Christmas
That’s probably the reason why Edward will spend Christmas here with me at Mama Souls. And because he’s so damn polite he’ll eat everything she serves without complaining once. And then he’ll taste Zelda’s self-made mousse au chocolate. And because he’s awesome and loves us he’ll bring Jacob over a bit as well. And then it’s a real party ifyouknowwhatimean!
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Wanna see the one where Zelda and I are wearing Santa hats? Cause yes, I made that one as well… and I’ll show you tomorrow, promise! Oh, and before I forget, I know we can’t compete with Taylor’s abs but we wish you a very merry Christmas as well! And that everyone gets a Edward action figure or a lifesized Jacob cut-out plus everything else on your wish list for Christmas!
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Off to celebrate and kwop kilawtley everyone (cause yes, we love all of our readers… or whatever else it is that Jacob says… )
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Two cyclists in New Zealand found that riding in the buff was all fine and good except for one omission. No helmets.
The two naked men were stopped by police and received a warning for wearing no helmets on December 7 at Whangamata, a popular New Zealand beach resort on the Coromandel Peninsula, the New Zealand Herald reported Monday.
Helmets are compulsory for all cyclists under New Zealand law.
People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA), with more than 2 million members and supporters, is the largest animal rights organization in the world.
PETA focuses its attention on the four areas in which the largest numbers of animals suffer the most intensely for the longest periods of time: on factory farms, in laboratories, in the clothing trade, and in the entertainment industry. We also work on a variety of other issues, including the cruel killing of beavers, birds and other “pests,” and the abuse of backyard dogs.
PETA works through public education, cruelty investigations, research, animal rescue, legislation, special events, celebrity involvement, and protest campaigns.
Ashlynn Brooke (born August 14, 1985 in Choctaw, Oklahoma) is an American pornographic actress and feature dancer. Prior to becoming an adult film actress in 2006, she worked at a used car dealership near Oklahoma City for over three years. She became an exclusive contract performer with New Sensations / Digital Sin in 2007,and in 2009 she began directing and writing scripts.
2007 Adultcon Top 20 Adult Actresses
2008 F.A.M.E. Award – Favorite Breasts
2009 AVN Award – Best Continuing Video Series Ashlynn Goes to College
2009 AVN Award – Best Interactive DVD My Plaything: Ashlynn Brooke[
2009 AVN Award – Best New Series Ashlynn Goes to College
Say what you want about my drinking, my playing the field, and my perpetual downward spiral, but I think the weird anomaly known as the lunch date is great. Sure, it’s a tad bit of a brushoff, but not a first date. On a first date you are just squeezing each other into your crazy schedules, not relegating them to the “B” meal like friends you don’t really want to catch up with.
I am not opposed to occasionally getting mildly more spiffy then I normally am at work. Yes, that includes a tie and the minimal amount of hair gel I necessitate when I bother. The people at work were even complimenting, including the co worker, who told me, “You don’t look as crappy as normal, Travis.”
As for the girl in question, I met her a couple weeks ago when on a late afternoon coffee run, we both work within a few blocks of each other. After getting the number and trying to unsuccessfully procure a date, I tried the lunch attempt. So we met at this little cafe a few blocks over, a place I’ve passed a million times but never gone in. I asked her about her job in fashion, and how my particular outfit faired. She told me it was, “passable”, while giving me sly little smile. After our meal, the waiter brought us over candy canes, a seasonal alternative to mints.
This is where I made a fatal mistake. I broke the curve it off. She just started at me awkwardly. I pretended to panic and said, “pretend you didn’t see that”. I told her that I didn’t eat the heads of candy canes, and more so I never show one of my quirks off on a first date, but honestly wasn’t even thinking about it. She told me it was cute, but misguided. “Those aren’t the heads, they are the handle” as she held it by that and started eating it.
“False, you hang them on trees. It’s the head” She laughed, and I won the mini-argument. Since we were on a time crunch, we had to rush our goodbyes. I just sighed and told her that I really hate doing it in this case, but I had a good time, and I honest-to-God wanted to kiss her. So we had a quick kiss, and I told her I called her. And here’s the shocker. I just might. I’m not saying she’s the girl who’s gonna make me give this up, or even that I’m going to tell her about it, but I don’t know if it would kill me or bastardized the project if I happen to keep in contact with a girl during this.
A church billboard showing an apparently naked Virgin Mary and Joseph in bed together has sparked the ire of conservative Christians in New Zealand.
On the poster a sad-looking Joseph lies next to Mary, whose face is turned heavenwards under the words: “Poor Joseph. God was a hard act to follow.”
The billboard was erected outside the progressive St Matthew-in-the-City Anglican church in Auckland on Thursday.
St Matthews’ vicar, Archdeacon Glynn Cardy, said the billboard was meant to challenge stereotypes about the way Jesus was conceived.
In the bible, the Virgin Mary becomes pregnant after an angel appears to her and tells her she will give birth to the son of God.
Cardy said the billboard was meant to challenge literal interpretations of the Bible.
“It is intended to challenge stereotypes about the way that Jesus was conceived and get people talking about the Christmas story,” he said.
Conservative Christians have criticised the billboard as offensive.
Auckland Catholic Diocese spokeswoman Lyndsay Freer said the poster was disrespectful to the church.
“Our Christian tradition of 2,000 years is that Mary remains a virgin and that Jesus is the son of God, not Joseph,” Freer told the New Zealand Herald.
“Such a poster is inappropriate and disrespectful.”
One protester was so incensed, just hours after the unveiling of the poster, he climbed on top of his car and covered the images of Joseph and Mary with brown paint.
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Twelve finger vibes,
Eleven wet jets,
Ten duo balls,
Nine strawberry lubes,
Eight jelly bears,
Seven sex squids,
Six hush bunnies,
Five cock rings,
Four anal beads,
Three So Real dongs,
Two turbo strokers,
And a pink glass dildo!
All of that, and far too many mind blowing orgasms to count!!
cheapsextoys.co.nz
Remember: Your Pleasure Is Our Pleasure. No Complaints, Only Moans, and Christmas is coming and so should you!!
Down one hundred nameless streets
I walked, past curtains drawn,
facades impassive, dogs at random
intervals barking asynchronously,
one clacking rhythm upon another,
my shadow shorter, longer, shorter,
longer lamp to lamp until I came to you.
I spied your eyes behind your hair
through Venetian blinds
you deflected on my approach.
You were not afraid.
I was drawn to your window
after such a walk on such a night.
You turned and showed me
the curve of your back
and waist and hips — a cello –
and the delicate scrolling of your neck.
I entered your house for the first time
and discovered everything
as it had been dreamed the day before.
I rested my left hand on your bare
shoulder and tipped you back easy
between my legs and played you
with my horsehair bow.
These are my strings you sound,
you whispered, this is the song
of my heart. I know, I replied,
it was written on my skin,
it pulses in my wrists,
it echoes in my hollow chest,
it is the rattling
of my very bones.
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