Orlando is my hometown. A place where I spent formative years dancing in gay clubs. Places where my idea of what is possible expanded outside of the conservative suburb where I was raised. I can remember the freedom I felt when I walked into these places. It was acceptance on all levels and it was beautiful. The first time I ever saw drag queens and trannies and men kissing and my mind was blown and eyes were opened. The freedom, the beauty of a space that could exist for anyone to exercise a very true part of themselves and not be attacked or judged. It was BEAUTIFUL. I learned a lot in those years but one thing that always stands out is the love that existed in these spaces and communities. There was never an energy of judgment or otherness. There was just love. Let’s keep that going.
I intend this blog to start a conversation. I want it to inspire you & illuminate the small gestures of beauty, honesty and authenticity that cultivate us to be our best.
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Thursday, June 9, 2016
Nourish thyself.
Learn to cook something that involves searching new markets for ingredients you've never touched or tasted. Master your favorite dish. Indulge in a bottle of wine that costs as much as a meal at your favorite restaurant. Put on a sexy dress, turn on some Tim Buckley, light a candle and give yourself some space to get sexy with your cooking. Do it when no one else is home and do it just for you.
Tuesday, June 7, 2016
What a well-mannered woman should wear
There is so much discussion in our society about a woman's appearance. I could dedicate an entire blog to it and never run out of material. Women are attacked for looking too bold, too boring, too slutty, too prudish, wearing too much make up or not enough (looking at you, Alicia Keys), too many tattoos, hair is too short, too long, butts are too big, too small, should I even mention boobs? Female politicians? Forget about it. There's no way a woman in elected office can ever win. Even after she's won. Rape and sexual assault victims are asked what they were wearing (this is called victim blaming and is in large part what lends itself to our rape culture), and in fact all of this social commentary on a woman's appearance creates a culture which continues to objectify the female body and detract from a woman's power and presence.
I love this blog post that's a response to all the memes we women get about what is age appropriate.
What a well-mannered woman should wear is whatever the fuck she wants.
Friday, June 3, 2016
Thursday, June 2, 2016
Sitting still
For as long as I can remember I have been seeking quietude and peace. The pace of my New York life had ground down my best parts: my passions, my life force and sense of self. I felt so out of touch I no longer recognized myself. Two weeks ago I moved to LA and found this haven. A space filled with light and trees. I now wake up to the sounds of birds and stare out this window from my office.
I am beginning to recognize myself again.
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