Be Fabulous Always!

Are you a drag or in drag??? Dont ever be a drag... Especially if you decide that you look your best in drag! Be fabulous always! It's far more appealing... Love yourself more! 

Kisses, m.

Noxeema Jackson: When a straight man puts on a dress and gets his sexual kicks, he is a transvestite. When a man is a woman trapped in a man's body and has a little operation he is a Transsexual. 

Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: I know that. 

Noxeema Jackson: When a gay man has way too much fashion sense for one gender he is a drag queen. 

Vida Boheme: Thank you. 

-To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar

In the moment

"Women have to be entertained..." he tells me. 

At the time I disagreed because I thought to myself, "what woman makes a man jump through hoops when she already has chosen to spend and enjoy a moment with him? She finds him fascinating or she would not be there." So I decided, he was mistaken. For no man should entertain someone he enjoys spending time with. It's not a chore if you are happy to. 

However, in hindsight, I think maybe I misunderstood. You see, yes women do need a bit of encouragement in the nature of romance. Now, please never mistake entertainment with seduction. You are not merely entertaining a woman for company's sake if you want something that is more than conversation and companionship. So if you enjoy your time with a woman and want to romance her... it is not entertainment. And yes, men, you do need to try to make an effort. Stealing kisses and breaking hearts only works until you decide you want something else.

Here's an older story about sharing a passionate moment... To live in the moment. Some moments are worth the thrill even though they may be risky and possibly reckless. Agree or disagree? 

Enjoy!

Kisses, m. 

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

 “Would you like me to seduce you?

“What?”

“Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

-The Graduate.

Trying

(8-1-2010)

“Seduce me,” she says.

“I’ll go to bed with you but it won’t work unless you seduce me,” she protests firmly.

So I buy the wine and flowers. Light the candles then spray a light mist of vanilla-rose oil upon the sheets. Setting the scene are the sounds of a Spanish guitar. Warm is the wine, low are the lights, and soft is the music. I’m already drinking a glass of wine in anticipation of her arrival and enjoying the mood of the music as it enters my soul.

“It’s late. Come with me.” I tell her, “We are free and alive; there is nothing wrong with sharing the night together.” She blushes with a smile that shows part of her teeth. “Drink another glass of wine.”

“But what of attachments and commitments?” She continues to blush and avert her eyes. “I do need another glass of wine before I can agree to go with you.”

There is a knock on the door. A glimpse of her in the back of my mind appears out of nothing. I’m still holding the wine and dancing toward the door. Every movement has become a part of the harmony. Including the turn of the handle on the door.

“You’re not even trying.” She smiles with a laugh in her eyes. She isn’t blushing. “It’s all about encouragement.”

“Encouragement?”

“The offer isn’t encouragement enough? You’ve already admitted you are intrigued with my offer.” She blushes and turns away with my candid response.

She’s full of life when she walks through the door. Skin is already in full blush and she has an answer for the question that hasn’t been asked. “I’m just here to enjoy a glass of wine and some conversation.” Her movements have a similar harmony to mine, but she enters with a little hesitation.

 “Intrigued?” Her face is flush with excitement. This is a coy little game. She protests far too much.

“Suggesting that I seduce you was quite agreeable don’t you think? Life is but a passing moment why would you question this moment we are sharing? It could be special… it could be more.”

She says, “Oh please… Tell me more and I’ll meet you for a drink in your room.”

“I’ll try my best,” I tell her. There’s more blushing as she swallows the last of the wine. Leaning forward she rests her hand on my thigh and laughs in a tiny quiet breath.

She walks away from the door. I greet her reluctance with a question of my own.  “But what is this?” I continue to move to toward the bed. She follows and sits silently as I hand her a glass of wine. “You came to the room knowing the possibility of events that would come. Arrival has already set the tone for something to happen. Whether we make love is up to your mood. Let’s not negotiate what will come to pass. Have a glass of wine and let the music guide our actions.”

The music moves her. I can see the magic in her eyes. She requires no encouragement. There is no trying. It’s such a shame she has to play this game with me. But in the end we will both get what we want. If the pursuit of seduction is what she craves I can happily comply.  I ask her what she wants although I can tell that she is here for more than a glass of wine. I know differently. Playfully she continues to talk nervously, talking of passion and romance. She says she is wanting more than what is in front of her.  

With the glimmer of light from the room her eyes twinkle. The air is warm and gentle. I place my hand on her cheek. My words can only continue to tell her of the mood, the beauty of living in the moment and how disappointed she will be if she doesn’t follow through with her desires. This is enough.

Her hands shift onto mine. “You’ve seduced me. And you’re very much right. I’m here to go to bed with you. This is a beautiful moment but unless you undress me soon, I may change my mind.”

  

Happy Endings

The Music 70.

Across the Universe (2007)
Director: Julie Taymor


Those who want to sing will find a song... and those who want to dream will follow their heart.


Across the Universe. One of my all time favorite songs and also one of my favorite movies. Very interesting movie. The Beatles music is incorporated throughout the score. And quite often there are multiple songs layered into each other and it is incredible to hear to say the least. John Lennon lyrics still amaze me and much like Dylan's music there's a song for everyone. I've been reading a book long interview with Yoko and John, All We Are Saying. Interesting pair of people. And I've been thinking of watching Across the Universe lately as I'm finishing something extra-worldly that requires only imagination sans emotional immersion. That book business is done. Now comes fun... of change and then different fun... the unknown. Anyway, enjoy the music and the movie. live, love and breathe with each other. 


-kisses. m. 

Slow Hands

“Johnny liked to use his hands too much. I like hands and fingers.” 

“…you liked men to use their hands, didn't you?”
 “No, I said I liked Johnny to use his hands. I don't make any rules… I go with the flow.” 

Basic Instinct. (1992)

Slow Hands.

The clock rolls around to three and I’m touching his bare thigh with my left hand. Slowly he lifts my hand and returns to touch my stomach.

 “Slow.” I tell him.

“I like it when you use your hands. Slow.” I tell him as soon as he’s finished asking what I want while I watch him walk his fingers down my torso. There’s more than enough time and he’s always telling me how much it means to him when I tell him what I want. So this time I do. I’m not afraid. I’m in control and he knows it.

“How?” he smiles and blushes and slightly leans across the bed.

“Improvise.” My lips breathe out the one thing I can’t get enough of and he’s still playing coy. No rules is the one thing I’ve never pressed him for and this time I’m pushing all the way. Watching him kiss my breasts I’m reminded how much I love when a man can openly experiment without restraint.

“Anything?” he tells me while pressing both of my hands above my head and kissing my neck.

“Anything,” I pant loudly, “Just use your hands. I want your fingers inside my…”

“Your mouth? I can put them in your mouth.”

“You can put them anywhere you want.” I smile. “Use your imagination.”

“Is that what you want?”

“More than anything. But nice and slow. I like it slow.”

Slow and softly his hand moves up my thighs. Slowly he reaches between my legs and lets me know with a touch what’s to come. Smiling I encourage more. Without the slightest bit of restraint he continues. One finger. Two fingers. Three. Then four.

The rush of penetration sends my heart spinning and pounding fiercely. I want to scream but I don’t. With a devilish smile he continues to press into me. I want more and he knows it. The deeper he goes the more I can’t seem to get enough. His eyes never leaving mine, all the way he presses his hand slowly.

Gently he kisses my mouth before letting go of my hands. Newly free his other hand begins to explore the back of my neck and moves down to my breasts. Never moving my hands I let him continue until his hands slowly break free from their journey.  Without another set of words he looks at me before starting in once more.

Slow Hands. Gotta love a man that knows how to use his hands. Even if they are slow. slow is good. And with that said… I’m going to plead the 5^th, quote Matisse, and let you use your imagination. Enjoy. Kisses. m.

Sleep: Dreams & Nightmares 32

Sucker Punch (2011)
Director: Zack Snyder
Song: When the Levee Breaks / Led Zeppelin


"Afraid? Don't be. What are you imagining right now?You control this world." 


"Begin your journey, it will set you free."


Your mind can set you free.

The potential of the mind is so much greater than people allow themselves to believe. Is it so hard to believe that the key to your freedom is locked in a room of your own making? Imagination is the thing that sparks innovation, not intellect or power. 

This is Sucker Punch. I'm excited for this one. Will you watch? 

-m.

The Music 60.

The Red Violin
Director: Francois Girard
Score: John Corigliano (composer) / Joshua Bell (solo violin)

Music. "Inspires dreams. Shapes destinies. Ignites hope." 

The Red Violin. A beautiful film. It tells the story of a instrument. Showing the people that were a part of its journey rather than the instrument as a tool in the journey of a person. It's a unique perspective. And the score is quite lovely. Highly recommend. It's one of the few pieces of music that fills me with a desire to play violin again. I played for nearly 16 years before stopping. As of late I've been obsessed with the music of violinist Joshua Bell who played solo on this score. And it's calling to me. It's a NEED and like others I am no stranger to the draw of the sound. My fingerprints are all over it.

That's the thing with music. It's so very personal. Intimate. It's not like most things. It gets into those cracks of your armor. And for that reason people definitely make it personal. Even when there is no need for ownership they make it theirs. Identifying with it. Sometimes this can happen with words or images. People have this NEED to put their fingerprints on something to express what they have inside. Music, Art, Literature, etc. always have shaped the world and will continue to do so. It may be hard to believe but what we're doing now, day in and day out, moment to moment, could have significance in a hundred years.

Have anything you want to do? Get your fingerprints on? You may never know what significance it may have unless you do it.

Anyway, if you've never seen The Red Violin, by all means it is worth the view and listen. enjoy. kisses. m. 

Sleep: Dreams & Nightmares 29

Requiem for a Dream
Dir: Darren Aronofsky

The Great American Dream is coming true for many. Obviously, I believe that to pursue the American Dream is not only futile but self-destructive because ultimately it destroys everything and everyone involved  with it. By definition it must, because it nurtures everything except those things that are important: integrity, ethics, truth, our very heart and soul. Why? The reason is simple: because Life/life is giving, not getting.

I am not suggesting we need to give everything to the poor and homeless – the millions of them who are still here in the midst of plenty – put on a hair shirt and go through the streets with a begging bowl. This, in and of itself, is no more nurturing than the pursuit of “getting.” I am not afraid of money and what it can buy. I would love to have a house full of stuff – of course I would need a house first. I have been hungry and see nothing noble in hunger. Neither do I see anything noble in eating high on the hog, though eating is certainly better. But to believe that getting stuff is the purpose and aim of life is madness.

It seems to me that we all have a dream of our own, our own personal vision, our own individual way of giving, but for many reasons we are afraid to pursue it, or even to recognize and accept its existence. But to deny our vision is to sell our soul. Getting is living a lie. Obviously nothing external can truly nurture my inner life, my Vision.

What happens when I turn my back on my Vision and spend my time and energy getting the stuff of the American Dream? I become agitated, uncomfortable in my own skin, because the guilt of abandoning my “Self/self,” of deserting my Vision, forces me to apologize for my existence, to need to prove myself by approaching life as if it’s a competition. I have to keep getting stuff in an attempt to appease and satisfy that vague sense of discontent that worms its way through me.

Certainly not everyone will experience this torment, but enough do and have no idea what is wrong. I’m sure the psychologists have a term for this free-floating anxiety, but the cause is what is destroying us, not the classification. There are always millions who seem to get away with doing the things that we think abominable, and thrive. It certainly appears that way. Yet, I know, absolutely from my experience, that there are no free lunches in this life, and eventually we all have to accept full and total responsibility for our actions, everything we have done, and have not done.

Requiem for a Dream, [this book/film], is about four individuals who pursued The American Dream, and the results of their pursuit. They did not know the difference between the Vision in their hearts and the illusion of the American Dream. In pursuing the lie of illusion, they made it impossible to experience the truth of their Vision. As a result everything of value was lost.

Unfortunately, I suspect there never will be a requiem for the Dream, simply because it will destroy us before we have the opportunity to mourn its passing. Perhaps time will prove me wrong. As Mr. Hemingway said, “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”

                                                                    

                                                                     --Hubert Selby, Jr.

                                                                        Los Angeles

                                                                        1999

*Requiem for a Dream, written by Hubert Selby, Jr and first published in 1978. The book is one of many that I often suggest to others. If you haven’t read it, be warned the subject matter isn’t light. But it is one of the few books out there that will change your life if you choose to read it. Darren Aronofsky’s translation of the book to screen is remarkably poignant and visionary. The film truly needs no recommending, its brilliance resonates loudly. Like the book... you must! Of course the score is absolutely required... absolutely mandatory listening. And by the way... WAKE UP! 


kisses. m.

Sleep: Dreams and Nightmares 28

Vanilla Sky - Cameron Crowe


Open your eyes... Wake up! What is life without the pursuit of the dream? Ever have a dream that was so real you mistook for reality? Wake up. Real is better than the imaginary lie. Instead of accepting a lie, make your own truth. 

Cruise me...

I'm Deranged. David Bowie "Lost Highway" Soundtrack 1997

Some Girls Do.

Trying.

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

 “Would you like me to seduce you?

“What?”

“Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

-The Graduate.

Trying.

“Seduce me,” she says.

“I’ll go to bed with you but it won’t work unless you seduce me,” she protests firmly.

So I buy the wine and flowers. Light the candles then spray a light mist of vanilla-rose oil upon the sheets. Setting the scene are the sounds of a Spanish guitar. Warm is the wine, low are the lights, and soft is the music. I’m already drinking a glass of wine in anticipation of her arrival and enjoying the mood of the music as it enters my soul.

“It’s late. Come with me.” I tell her, “We are free and alive; there is nothing wrong with sharing the night together.” She blushes with a smile that shows part of her teeth. “Drink another glass of wine.”

“But what of attachments and commitments?” She continues to blush and avert her eyes. “I do need another glass of wine before I can agree to go with you.”

There is a knock on the door. A glimpse of her in the back of my mind appears out of nothing. I’m still holding the wine and dancing toward the door. Every movement has become a part of the harmony. Including the turn of the handle on the door.

“You’re not even trying.” She smiles with a laugh in her eyes. She isn’t blushing. “It’s all about encouragement.”

“Encouragement?”

“The offer isn’t encouragement enough? You’ve already admitted you are intrigued with my offer.” She blushes and turns away with my candid response.

She’s full of life when she walks through the door. Skin is already in full blush and she has an answer for the question that hasn’t been asked. “I’m just here to enjoy a glass of wine and some conversation.” Her movements have a similar harmony to mine, but she enters with a little hesitation.

 “Intrigued?” Her face is flush with excitement. This is a coy little game. She protests far too much.

“Suggesting that I seduce you was quite agreeable don’t you think? Life is but a passing moment why would you question this moment we are sharing? It could be special… it could be more.”

She says, “Oh please… Tell me more and I’ll meet you for a drink in your room.”

“I’ll try my best,” I tell her. There’s more blushing as she swallows the last of the wine. Leaning forward she rests her hand on my thigh and laughs in a tiny quiet breath.

She walks away from the door. I greet her reluctance with a question of my own.  “But what is this?” I continue to move to toward the bed. She follows and sits silently as I hand her a glass of wine. “You came to the room knowing the possibility of events that would come. Arrival has already set the tone for something to happen. Whether we make love is up to your mood. Let’s not negotiate what will come to pass. Have a glass of wine and let the music guide our actions.”

The music moves her. I can see the magic in her eyes. She requires no encouragement. There is no trying. It’s such a shame she has to play this game with me. But in the end we will both get what we want. If the pursuit of seduction is what she craves I can happily comply.  I ask her what she wants although I can tell that she is here for more than a glass of wine. I know differently. Playfully she continues to talk nervously, talking of passion and romance. She says she is wanting more than what is in front of her.  

With the glimmer of light from the room her green eyes twinkle. The air is warm and gentle. I place my hand on her cheek. My words can only continue to tell her of the mood, the beauty of living in the moment and how disappointed she will be if she doesn’t follow through with her desires. This is enough.

Her hands shift onto mine. “You’ve seduced me. And you’re very much right. I’m here to go to bed with you. This is a beautiful moment but unless you undress me soon, I may change my mind.”

  

Passion. Living but for the moment. Some moments are quite risky and possibly reckless but worth the thrill. Wouldn’t you agree? This is something of a different pace. It came about rather suddenly a few days back. Such is life. Things are truly but a glimpse in the mirror sometimes. Sadly, I can not give you more tonight, but there is more to come. enjoy. m. 

Trois Couleurs.

Trois Couleurs.
Director: Krzysztof Kieslowski

Bleu.



Blanc.



Rouge.


Three favorite French films. (Primarily french, one polish) Been HIGHLY recommending to a good friend lately. They are part of a trilogy.   "Blue, white, and red are the colours of the French flag in left-to-right order, and the story of each film is loosely based on one of the three political ideals in the motto of the French Republic: liberty, equality, fraternity." The films are brilliantly executed by Kieślowski and their meanings are so much more when all viewed. There are details from each story interwoven into the background of the others.


Lovely films... highly recommend a viewing if you have not seen them. Enjoy! M.

Killer Rabbit.

Killer Rabbit - Monty Python and the Holy Grail

Happy Easter. Another one of those days when you should be with loved ones. Last year I wasn't home for Easter. Went to church in Zaragosa and watch the processions in the streets. The church was gorgeous and rituals brought so much to the holiday. The experience makes this year something a little different. anyhow... a friend sent this to me years ago and it always reminds me of Easter. m.

Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend.

Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend - Marilyn Monroe
Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953)

I promised something else...didn't I? I'm still amidst it. It's up on the screen right now. And been playing too... This is something fun from an old movie that I just LOVE! AND it's been on my mind for the last week. Is it related? No. Not to what I'm in the middle of... hmm? No not really. Something later though. As soon as the other thing is ready, it will be up. Enjoy! Even if you don't like diamonds. kisses. m.

The Music 43.

Roxanne - Moulin Rouge

This is a little related to what I'm working on right now. Absolutely 100% not at all going to explain. I wanted to put 'that' up tonight, but TOO many distractions have kept me from finishing. Good ones though. Well, I absolutely love this movie. Me and the musicals. It's definitely a love affair to remember. AND... just because it was made before 1980 doesn't make it scary. hehe. That's a very old and mean personal joke. Sorry couldn't resist. Kisses. There is an older Moulin Rouge (made in the 60s) but Very-Very different. Anyhow, if you haven't seen this one... YOU MUST! Great visually and amazing music! Enjoy! Smooches. m.

The Music 42.

"It's not true that I had nothing on. I had the radio on."

-Marilyn Monroe.

The Music 37.

 
Time Warp - Rocky Horror Picture Show

Sweet Transvestite - Rocky Horror Picture Show

Music. Almost forgot about The Music again... and I'd been thinking about what music would be appropriate for the season. Hmm? Then it came to me 'ta-da'! "THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW". Love!! If you haven't seen, well why not? It's all in good fun! Here's a couple of songs for now. Smooches. m.

Sleep: Dreams & Nightmares 16

Nightmare Before Christmas - Oogie Boogie Song
Director: Tim Burton

So is this what nightmares are made of?

Somehow this movie always reminds that Halloween is coming up soon... and hopefully this will be playing somewhere in 3-D. Cause its a ritual and I owe a small person a movie right now. Was just gonna share the trailer, but I happen to just LOVE oogie boogie. As a matter of fact I do know all the songs. There's a lovely cover of 'Kidnap the Sandy Claws' by She Wants Revenge that I adore. 

Right now I'm still behind on my end of the writing. But working on a couple tonight. kisses. m.

Mutually possible.

DJ Shadow - Mutual Slump
Love the song, contains a sample of Bjork's Possibly Maybe.

Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge
Short Film based off a story by Ambrose Bierce. Eventually adapted for Twilight Zone which is something that I did not know. If you've taken any film classes before you've seen it. It's a mandatory critique.

'hang by the neck until dead, dead, dead.' Don't ask, it's a random thought that has been on the tip of my mind for a week or so. don't know if I'll use it or not. anyhow...

there's nothing new up. it usually boils down to an instinct that is lacking from me today. I am writing everyday nonetheless. And... still going to attempt 16, as I love a challenge despite everything else that's going on right now. kisses. m.