Finding Lyrical Beauty in…Mating?

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TracyI mean Dating…

It’s not me it’s them! ((((smile & giggle)))) o-k-a-y once it was me, maybe twice, three times tops! Dating after being attached for years is like learning to ride a bike again, except it’s a unicycle, with no seat, in the dark, on gravel, naked, in-front of lots of people…you know! Actually lets put the seat back on since we’re naked and make it a bright sunny day to imply hope. I am being sarcastic not cynical. I can honestly find humour in everything, especially my own life. The majority of the time I don’t really care but there is a part of me that still sits in the clouds daydreaming about what it would be like to be with someone who balances me in an older wiser sort of way! 😉

There are those friends or colleagues that ask each week for a ‘story’ or sorts but now it’s getting ridiculous. Even I am getting tired of my stories and I love story time! In all honesty they usually end in a thunk! I seem to be a magnet for young men. My girlfriends and I have giggled on more than one occasion saying“too young for what?” I suppose it depend on what you are looking for. Don’t get me wrong dating a younger man has its advantages. At least going in you know it’s not going to amount to anything so there is no expectations or heart ache! Younger men don’t fear the unknown as much as older wiser male energy, and rightfully so. Life experience hasn’t shown them the darker side of lust or love yet. They have their whole lives ahead of them to find what they are looking for. My advice, take your time and never settle for someone who won’t allow you to be you! It’s exciting really! Give them a couple broken hearts and they will tread a little lighter when it comes to opening themselves to the female energy.

Younger men have a lightness about them and yes they are ‘fun’ if that’s what you are looking for…‘fun.’ Being asked out by 6’6 tattooed hottie who looks 34 but ends up being (((((21))))) flatters the ego (if he was 34) but I got rid of that many moons ago. Yup 21…I know! I just got the shivers too! Age is NOT just a number in some cases! Maybe he could have a play-date with my 15 year old, shoot some hoops and have a juice box of Kool Aid and a Tuna Sammy on a Blanky on the front lawn. He made Truck-Boy seem old! Sigh…ahhhh, Truck-Boy 😉 Some of my friends are still envious of me being able to lock the door behind me and have space to myself, but in reality that doesn’t happen very often. The grass is NOT greener on the other side people! Don’t just water your grass fertilize it!

Being on your own comes with some social stigmas that we don’t put on ourselves but society silently places them upon us when we aren’t looking. Some days I feel like yelling “There is nothing MAJOR wrong with me!…really!” And other days I think…there must be something major wrong with me! I can be deep and ask a lot of questions because communication is important to me. I am passionate and jump in and I have been scared and jumped back out. <~~~~~ feelings can be scary! Navigating the mine fields of the dating world can be difficult when you factor in all the elements of being older. Kids, schedules, exes, baggage, insecurities all come into play at some point. If you’re not ready to take all these on, it seems like a massive effort has to be put in and if you’re both not willing to, you’re hooped! Move on and save yourself the heart ache.

I like a challenge but that definition has changed over the years. When you’re younger, the challenge is more on a physical level than intellectual or emotional. The thrill of the chase is lead by raging hormones. Flash forward ~ hormone levels still surge but have been mixed with wisdom and maturity, changing the definition somewhat. Attraction is more mutual and want to be challenged on a more intellectual level through communication and spirituality not just physically.

I think of dating like this…Imagine standing at the bottom of the Grouse Grind. You don’t want to start the climb knowing you’re going to bail half way because it’s just as much effort to get your sorry ass back down as it is to go to the top. You also don’t want to start the climb with someone who is clearly holding themselves back to your pace or you to theirs. It should be a journey embarked on together reaching the top at least in view of one another if not side by side. Relationships challenge us in different ways as we age. It takes effort and sometimes perseverance to get to where you want to be. You just can’t judge the other person for where they are in life. Timing is everything and you can’t force love.

I am looking for different qualities and have relaxed somewhat to what I need and want. I have more life experience to draw upon which isn’t always a good thing. Being comfortable on my own has become the new norm. I can visualize where I want to be, having passion, laughter and love swirling around me and my family but as time goes by I question whether or not it is an achievable reality. I am still working on finding my patience. Oh look there it is…oops dropped it!

Life has a way of showing us contrasts. We learn from each experience what we want and don’t want in our lives. We make choices that move us forward and learn from the ones that allow us to sit still for a time. I have found lyrical beauty in mating dating at times and learned a great deal about myself along the way. Ebb and flow.

Open your heart and stay true to who you are and you will Find Your Lyrical Beauty in Your Everyday Happenings… (((((smile))))

Now if I could just find the guy in the picture above…life would be a fairy-tale come true! 
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Expose Yourself

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625565_10151296502307032_1928783634_nBonnie exposed herself last week…don’t rush and click the link to see a naked picture of her, I mean emotionally.

Women tend to share their fears and insecurities with other women, which takes courage and confidence. You take the chance of being judged. Occasionally we meet a man with whom we feel this comfort and we have the best of both worlds. Men on the other hand don’t share quite as easily with their mates as the female energy does. Men are brought up to be manly which unfortunately in society eyes doesn’t always include the expression of emotions. I want a man who can chop wood AND express his thoughts, desires, love, dreams, fears and insecurities <—–to be clear that is not my whole list of what I want my man to be 😉 There is nothing more liberating than being with someone you can say anything to regardless of how intimate or wildly crazy it may seem. When we feel safe, we share. When we share we build trust. Without trust we have nothing.

True raw emotions I believe should be shared. I am guilty of being too much of an open book at times, so balance is important. I am working on keeping my inner feelings to myself a tad longer, just in case they are hormone based shooting out of left field without any prior notice what-so-ever. It’s a struggle let me tell you! I wouldn’t be in some of the predicaments I find myself in if I kept my trap shut a little longer! Live and learn.

However…Our truth is who we are, like it or leave it. When we cease to share who we are, we stand still. It’s super safe…but a bit boring! We miss out on intimacy and moments that will allow us to grow with or without a partner. When we take a chance, the reward can be simply delicious! This is where balance comes in. Keeping a little bit of yourself for a rainy day kinda logic by balancing our truth and living in the moment pure and raw. It doesn’t matter how honest you want to be, sometimes it’s best to keep that thought close to your heart, even for a nanosecond longer before diving face first for that muddy landslide of fun and adventure. <~~~ You have to admit that sounds wayyyyy better than being in the safety zone! So Captain Careful (that’s me) suggests wearing safety goggles before you dive? Excuse me while I go shower off the mud on my face!

When I was in my twenties I wasn’t able to communicate well (go figure!) out of fear of being judged or left for that matter, so I didn’t say much of anything. Sadly in the end the relationship ended because I didn’t communicate, so holding back my words gave me the same result. Fear and insecurities come from a place when we are learning about life and who we are. They sit stagnant within our DNA waiting for a opportunity to expose themselves if we let them. I have worked hard on learning how to communicate well but every now and then I fear being judged and left and I raise my walls and stop communicating to avoid the inevitable! When you search back to the root or beginning of a fear we are able to face those fears and move on from them. “Fear is the Thief of Dreams” ~ Mahatma Gandhi

We all have insecurities and fears as Bonnie mentioned hers being the importance of what people think of her. Valid insecurity, we all want to be liked as human beings. We strive to be accepted and loved. Life is meant to be shared and no one wants to be left alone in life to fend for themselves forever! forever…forever…forever…forever.

I am in the process of facing a few fears of my own. What I have learned in the process is this…I am a survivor, I am able to take care of myself and family all by myself…if need be! I know I don’t have to, if I would just learn to use my words and ask for help when I need it. I am strong, independent, self sufficient and I can do it alone but I am far from alone! I have a huge circle of male and female energy that if I reached out to, would be there with strength and a smile willing to help me.

Sooooo, judge me not unless you have walked in my shoes. Leave me if you choose. I will stand amongst my circle of true companions and live my life in the moment the best way I know how! Knowing I can survive on your own is empowering, admitting I don’t want to is my truth.

Svaha ~

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Pro’s to Being Attached ~ (part two)

Two weeks ago I shared my list of some Pro’s to Being Single. Ask a young single male what’s on his list, and I’m certain it would grow ten fold. Ask a man who is afraid of commitment and the list, which is no doubt written in stone, takes on a life of its own. Ask someone who lost a love and yet another view. Married, Single, Divorced, Separated, Unavailable, Chicken we all have different lists. We all have Pro’s and Con’s depending where we are in life, what we want, need, or are ready for. We go from being single to attached when we meet someone we don’t want to be without and vice-versa!

Pro’s to Being Attached ~

  • Butterflies escape each time your thoughts go to the man you fiercely desire ~
  • You have a smile on your face that whispers “I have a secret” that comes from deep inside your soul ~
  • When you lock the door, it’s just you, him and passion bouncing off the walls, ceiling and floor ~
  • Music fills the air regardless if the stereo is on ~
  • Your heart races, feeling like it’s going to beat right out of your chest when you hear his sexy voice ~
  • Your desire to be naked outweighs your common sense *wink* ~
  • Travel and life experience is enriched when you are together ~
  • You rush home when you have GREAT News to share ~
  • The messy bed is a reminder of what you have, just had, are going to have & want more of ~
  • When you slip between the sheets his essence is still there, because he is ~
  • You subconsciously inhaling deeply when he enters the room darting straight to his neck, scent is intoxicating ~
  • You cook together, teasing one another…dinner goes cold more often than not ~
  • You wake up in the middle of the night with his arms wrapped around you feeling safe and loved ~
  • You can lay in bed talking to the wee hours of the morning face to face, or spoon in silence ~
  • He loves when you are right out of the shower, fresh and natural ~
  • You yearn to be in his presence, he embraces you for all you are ~
  • He loves your new tattoo, because he loves you ~
  • He wants to kiss you Good-night, Good-afternoon & Good-morning ~
  • He makes the BEST morning coffee that has ever touched your lips ~
  • Your family becomes his and his becomes yours ~
  • You have a go-to-guy when you need one ~
  • You have a male best friend…not to be mistaken for a girlfriend ~
  • When you go out with the girls, he’s there keeping the bed warm ~
  • Sex, sex, sex that leads somewhere magical ~
  • Intimacy ~
  • Lust and Love are experienced together, growing deeper with time ~
  • You have a man to grow old with, share life with, unfold with ~
  • You can look into his eyes from across the room knowing he’s yours later ~
  • (Insert record scratching sound here)…and then he says something that totally pisses you off and it’s like some total hottie came by and fertilized the crap out of the grass on the ‘other-side’ making it greener than you have EVER seen before…and the ‘other’ list grows…the End ~
  • Sorry I couldn’t resist! My only advice if you’re thinking of making a list…use pencil!
  • Btw the grass is NOT always greener on the ‘other-side’ but it is greener where you fertilize it…just sayin ~

It’s wonderful when you meet the right person and commit to them with mind, body and spirit, the hard part is finding the right person. When you do you don’t need a list.

Life is Meant to Be Shared...eventually when the time and person is right ~

 

 

 

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Free Willy or Hide The Weenie?

John and I along with some friends recently went to see the movie “Wanderlust”.  It was cute, predictable and gave us a few giggles here and there.  The cute part was Jennifer Aniston and Paul Rudd together — cute couple right?  The predictable part was that it was a rom-com and ended just the way we expected hoped it would.  And the giggles?  Well, it was a comedy after all.  What I didn’t predict was all the nudity…male nudity.  Full frontal male nudity.

The last time I can remember being delighted surprised by the sudden appearance in a film of the-whole-goods was in Eastern Promises ala Viggo Mortensen.  Viggo’s naked sauna fight performance made the typical here-we-go-again male fight scene suddenly far more interesting to me. But that’s me.

Ole one eye is starting to appear in mainstream Hollywood movies more and more frequently. The male anatomy is finally starting to peek out past that strategically placed sheet, the fig leaf is falling away and you know what?  The world didn’t end!

Can you imagine being shocked anymore at the sight of a woman’s breasts or bare butt in movies (or even on television) anymore? No biggy right?  You see it all the time.  To get a glimpse of the twig and berries in a regular movie is really rare and that explains my sudden fascination – with penises on film – not penises in general (that happened years ago). It’s very interesting to me.  In fact it’s still so taboo that even as I write this post, I’m most comfortable referring to male anatomy using stupid pet names (twig and berries – there’s worse – bologna pony, Jack hammer, love muscle, don’t worry I’ll stop now…but I could go on…).  The point is there have been years and years of imbalance when it comes to the baring of anatomy on mainstream film.  I don’t like imbalance in anything.

James Wolcott of Vanity Fair wrote an article called The Hung and The Restless on this very subject.  Wolcott gave me the impression that one of the main reasons there is far less male nudity in films is due to the fear male actors hold in the possibility of disappointing us.  There is far more “mystique” in the hidden penis.  I can see his point. (No pun intended)  Plus there is the problem of a nervous penis possibly shrinking from the camera when the clapboard slams shut and the direct screams “Action!”  I’m thinking back to all those onscreen men I’ve had crushes on over the years.  Would my infatuation deflate if his penis didn’t live up to his bravado? I’m not sure.  I’d like to think not, but…maybe.

I’m not offended by seeing a naked body, male or female, but I also don’t think nudity is very often that necessary on television or in movies.  Quite often it comes across as more of a distraction to the story or worse, steals our opportunity to use our own imaginations (which can often be much, much better than the real deal).

On the other hand, I think if we are going to accept nudity on screen then we should accept all types of nudity; female, male, fit, unfit, tiny, large, the whole spectrum.  If he gets to enjoy a booby shot then she gets to enjoy a shot of Mr. Happy.  I’m just sayin’ Fair and square. Equality. Balance.  Ohm…

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Shopping…for a Man.

Last week I wrote about Shopping When You’re Hungry, this week it’s, Shopping… for a Man. It’s hard to find the perfect man, because there is no such thing as perfect when it comes to men or women, but there is ‘pretty damn close!’

So assuming we are not shopping hungry and hypothetically we happen upon Mr Pretty Damn Close to Perfect, it goes something like this…

We catch his eye and can’t resist his charming smile and pearly whites. We flirt ever so subtly, even though he’s in the company of another woman. Our heart takes over and we convince ourselves, she’s probably his sister, they’re colleagues or just friends. This is where our hearts replace reality with make-believe and our heads get lost in the clouds! If the sparkle in his eye wasn’t enough to blind us and send us into a spellbound tailspin, the brilliant ray of light reflecting off his pearls will most certainly derail us from our path of common sense! Physiologically, we’ve been lured! All because we just can’t resist something that sparkles! Let me clarify, women who shop with their hearts can’t resist something that sparkles! We create what we think might be…first mistake! Back away from the temptation you long for until your head takes control over your heart! Don’t let your body try to fool you into thinking you’re just having a sugar low and a taste of protein will make you feel much better! It won’t!

Now, I’ll put it into perspective for most women and relate our shopping for a man as we would a pair of CFM GREAT shoes that speak to us telepathically. The gorgeous shoe on the left is a Brian Atwood Shoe, in F**k You Red, check out the link to see the description, warning it may offend some readers. We wouldn’t wear a shoe with a strap that was too tight or felt too small or god forbid belonged to another woman. It just wouldn’t feel right. We want the shoe that calls out our name to fit us just right in order to be pumped about it. (giggle) We shouldn’t feel any different when it comes to men. He should fit us just right, and only us!

I am in no way suggesting men are objects, although I think deep down they wish we would treat them as such to make it simpler for them. I also believe when it comes to love you should follow your heart, but until it is love you should use your head first. This will avoid the obvious, a shoe rarely worn because it pinches or makes our feet hurt! When we use our hearts, not our heads when we are initially infatuated with whatever is within our grasp, we turn a blind eye and ignore the obvious, Red Flags. I’m working on that post right now, stay tuned! 

So ladies, when you’re out browsing or shopping and come across a potentially perfect fit, use your head, until your heart naturally takes its place. My heart tells me Paul Walker is Mr Perfect, my head assures me he has flaws just like everyone else on the planet! I just wish they were a little more visible to the naked eye!

Happy Shopping Ladies!

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Body Image

I was out with Jacquie a couple of weeks ago and we got onto a topic that seems to get wayyyy too much airtime as far as I am concerned, but as women it’s hard not to talk about our Body Image’. We both agreed we would do almost anything humanly possible to prolong the aging, sagging and weight issues that contribute to our body image. But there has to be some balance when dealing with your mind, body and spirit.

I’d like to think I will grow old gracefully, without any surgical enhancements or help along the way. (excluding anything that doesn’t involve injecting or cutting my epidermis) I have always been athletic and lead a pretty healthy lifestyle that I think will help me along the path of aging. I would prefer to be like Diane Lane as apposed to Joan Rivers. I may be comparing apples to oranges here but you know what I am getting at, they are on opposite sides of the scale when it comes to obvious procedures. And yes the age difference is also there. In the past, Diane has reportedly said, “It scares the s**t out of me. And I don’t relish the thought of people staring at me, trying to figure out what I’ve had done.” She also said, “I reserve the right to change my mind. Absolutely. I’m a female, that comes first.” I love her attitude, never say never!

Jake and I were talking about our own body images while en route to a party downtown with a bunch of size 2’s. When we entered ‘the keefer‘ we were greeted by Keith, my girlfriends husband. There was a glass bottom pool in the ceiling which was amazing and a great conversation piece throughout the night. The first words out of Keith’s mouth were “your not allowed to swim naked in the pool it’s off limits!” He said it like he thought I might have actually considered it! Twenty years ago, a huge maybe, if I had been shooting Tequila. Now, couldn’t even visualize it in my wildest dreams!

I reconnected with a couple of handsome guys from 30 years ago, Cam and Marcus, within 15 minutes it felt like no time at all had passed, certainly not 30 years! After catching up briefly Cam asked me if I thought he had changed, and if it felt like I was talking to the same guy? He believed that people don’t really change all that much over the years and I had to agree. I still saw the same handsome guys who made me laugh 30 years before.

The conversation eventually led to the pool which was hard to take your eyes off. It was like having an enormous lit fish tank with no fish right above you. I felt like a voyeur checking to see if there was anyone brave enough to take a dip. We started joking about how much money it would take in order to strip down and take the plunge. (keep in mind the pool is above you and seemed magnified to me) The anti kept increasing until it got to be ridonculous. For me it basically came down to body image. There are also specific things I would not do for money and stripping down at 46 years old in public with the lights on is on that list, sex and marrying are two more. Jacquie joked that she would if she could escape through a trap door out the back and not have eye contact with anyone in the room and then have her and her family relocated, hilarious! I giggle every time I think of her coming home to Gavin and explaining how she made a huge wad of cash while out with me.

No matter what way you look at it we all have some kind of body image issues that creep back into our lives at any given moment, this was one of mine. These guys had seen my body really young, not naked but close enough, spandex were popular back then. It would be hard to top that! After the joking stopped Cam told me he remembered me having body issues at 17! It didn’t really shock me, what 17 year doesn’t have issues about their body. What bothered me most was that I am finally comfortable in my own skin, which I believe happened shortly after turning 40, yet I was still putting out the impression that I was not. Why?  I am a confident woman who embraces her sexuality. Maybe out of my comfort zone being single again, revisiting the past? Body image is hard to change for women but absolutely necessary if its negative.

So you see by joking about not wanting to be seen naked swimming in a glass bottom pool only attracted more attention to my enormous size 8-9-10 (depending on my salt intake). Men don’t notice our flaws or imperfections unless we point them out, so don’t point them out! I learnt a lesson that night, I would NEVER talk negative about my body again! It only sets you up for a false insecurity that you bring upon yourself. Embrace whatever body you have, regardless of your size or shape it really is what’s on the inside that counts. Believe me even those perfect size 2’s have body issues that need to be worked on.

PS ~ I just read my “Gusto Post Card” and this is what it said: ” You know how wise people reach a certain point in their lives and realize it actually doesn’t matter what anyone thinks of them? They just sort of grow beyond caring about that, and they start caring a lot more about what they think of themselves? And then they decide they’re going to do what they want to do and be who they want to be and live their lives as they see fit and love every second of it? Well, that wise person lives inside of you. Let that certain pivotal point in your life be today. Your number-one fan, Gusto  And oh…Be you. Live Fearlessly! Timing is Everything!!!!

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Tracy Learns a Lesson~

TracyI finally got a moment to myself the other night so I lite some candles and ran myself a tub.  I really needed the solitude having been so busy lately.  Literally, just as I submerged I was interrupted by my darling little girl.  She was sent to get some tweezers to help with a sliver, she loves slivers.  She knocked quietly on the door and politely asked if I was already in the tub.  Yes I was, but she is so adorable and was helping someone, so how could I not oblige.  The interruption this time didn’t bother me…I admit I normally just yell “I’M IN THE TUB AND UNLESS YOUR BLEEDING, I’ll BE OUT WHEN I’M DONE”.  You have to understand that every single time I shut the bathroom door, someone needs something.  It’s like when you answer the phone, kids appear out of no where and ask for something they know they can’t have.  By just going with the flow this particular time I think I confused the Karma gods and the ball had already started to roll in my direction and that’s when it happened…

I stepped out of my tub to get what she needed, passed it through a 2 inch opening, she smiled and I quickly locked the door to get back to my imaginary spa.  If I could play a record scratching right now I would…I lifted my leg to hurdle the side of the tub and my ginormous foot hit my brand spankin new blackberry that was sitting on the edge (to keep me connected to the world while I bathe, ya I know!) and it torpedoed into the water.  I didn’t recognise the black flash it happened so fast but when I realized it was my beloved 4 DAY OLD BLACKBERRY I gasped in horror!

I whipped off the rubber case and took out the battery in record time, I flailed buck naked doing everything I could to keep my phone alive, not a pretty sight!  If I had a video of this 4 minute time frame I might not be so focused on the phone right now, there are much bigger issues here than a wet phone.  I would be side tracked with seeing on video the consequence of eating that oh so yummy movie theatre popcorn, twice in one week, with it’s full bloating potential, and I’d be completely distracted at how my boobs looked while I was in mid panic.

telus-blackberry-8330-smSo I am trying to find the positive here, there is no video of me naked, that’s a start!  I didn’t slip and fall and bump my head, knocking myself unconscious for my 11 year old son to find, naked, waking to him saying “eww gross”.  I have an old phone that still works and could get it hooked back up. *groan*  If I look on the bright side I can borrow my sons “dinosaur phone” as he calls it, fortunately Scott, Kelsey and home are part of his five favorites!  Serves me right for not getting him a new phone…ya whatever!  Now would be a good time to say “Hi my name is Tracy Westerholm and I am a cell phone addict”.  I am having withdrawals already and it’s only been a couple of hours !!

Kelsey put everything in perspective when she sent me a message via Facebook telling me it was just “stuff” and it can be replaced!  Love you Kels!  She is right, I am really trying to look at this in a positive light.  I’ve admitted to having a cellphone (all one word) addiction.  Can’t change what we are not aware of right?  But my cellphone (all one word) keeps me linked to the world and I don’t know if I can go without it for 3 days, but I am going to try.  I’ve decided to go cell-less until my blackberry dries out.

Here are some tips I found while surfing the web trying to keep my mind off my phone.wet-blackberry-phone

1~Remove the battery and cover immediately and DO NOT attempt to turn on the device.
2~Place and seal in bag or container with uncooked rice, silicon gel or any non-abrasive water absorbing agent.
3~Leave phone in bag or container in a warm place for 4-6 days.  (try hard)
4~Allow the phone to cool at room temperature and place battery back into phone
5~Cross your fingers.

I will let you know if it works!

UPDATE…yes it worked! I took out the battery which was important! I saw water in the screen so blow-dried it from far away on warm, NOT HOT, and after about an hour saw the water evaporate from the window. I left it in my hot bathroom in a bowl of rice and those little silicon packets for about 4 days, maybe 5. It was the hardest thing to leave it and not turn it on but I did it. When I did finally think it’s all or nothing I turned it on and it WORKED! It was perfect!

I now have an iPhone but hey loved my blackberry too!

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Tag Team Sunday ~ The Naked Truth

Hey Ladies, we’re gonna talk nudity.

How comfortable are you with it?  In movies?  In your own home?

Jacquie dips her toe in the hot tub…

This would be the perfect time to say something titillating and, believe me, I’ve been debating which route to take, but ultimately I have to stay true to my voice. I think there’s way too much unnecessary nudity in movies. Hear me out. I think nudity in porn flicks is necessary; in every movie produced by the major studios, unnecessary! Depends on what you’re looking to watch and what’s going to satisfy your entertainment needs at the time. Both types of films have their place. I just don’t want to go to Blockbuster, rent something and be given a helping of gratuitous nakedness with my romance and action. I’ll allow that sometimes it is important to the story. Kate Winslet in The Reader, for example. That movie needed all that sex and nudity (did I just say that?) in order for the audience to truly feel the awkwardness and passion of the two main characters.

I guess because of my background in art I feel very comfortable with the naked human body as an object worthy of admiration and adoration. Male and female. I’m too uncomfortable to do the full on nude beach thing (topless in Europe, woo hoo) but I have posed for artists in the buff and felt really powerful and feminine and would do it again.

I love the beautiful lines and curves and angles we possess, but I just don’t think they have to be displayed all at the same time. I subscribe to the ‘flash one great body part at a time’ rule. Think Michele Obama and those incredible arms! That’s sexy! Or J Lo in that deeper-than-deep-belly-button-revealing-cleavage dress that covered her arms and legs. Hot.

While in Vegas a few weeks back I went to a burlesque show at Forty Deuce at the Mandalay Bay. I have to say it was so much fun to watch! The dancers were fantastic athletes, spinning on poles, hanging from scaffolding in the ceiling and twisting and gyrating to the cheering packed house. But there was no nudity involved! As each layer of clothing was removed you could clearly see the skin-toned tasseled bra and panties that remained. The mostly male audience loved it and so did I.

As for nudity at home, nobody wants to see me running around in my meat suit folding laundry and vacuuming!  I take that back, I know one person who would.

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Tracy’s naked truth….
Nekid...well half.Let’s get Nekid! I love the naked body! I’ve skinny dipped and suntanned in private naked. I would sleep naked but what if the house caught fire and I were naked with not enough time to put on pants. I’d be running out of the house naked to young in shape handsome firemen! I am okay with the naked part as long as I could move slow but that doesn’t go with”THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE”! (have you ever googled ‘running naked’? Apparently not a fear for most!)

All joking aside, I am fine with nudity in movies but I like it better when they leave more to the imagination. I am not interested in pointless spring break style nudity. The movie ‘The Notebook’ however has every element ever needed in a nude scene. A building climax, a ridiculously handsome guy (Ryan Gosling), passion, soaking wet rain kissing and clothes ripped off. I could keep going) Yikes! I would do that scene for sure if it could be done in one take, maybe two…or three if it was reeeallly needed. I’d like to see the look on my face while watching a good nude scene actually. You know the face people make when they look like they ‘think’ they are in the scene. That’s me.

Getting Naked

I would not, however, run away from someone in bright light buck naked unless my life depended on it. Still then, I think I might first try running backwards or at least try to talk my way out of having to run. My thought process would be this.“Oh no…no, no, no your kidding right, this can’t be happening, oh shit, seriously, oh my god I hope he doesn’t have a video camera”. Admitting that would give the impression that I wasn’t happy with my booty. I am, in the right light.  Florescent tubing or bright spring sun, not doin it! Candle light, all over it! Well, the naked truth can leave one feeling vulnerable and in need of another run! Okay I’m over it. Who wants to get Naked?

Tracy

Bonnie brings up the rear….

Naked. I love naked. Especially in fresh clean sheets next to my man’s naked body. It’s a sensual sensation.  Ooooh and swimming naked in a warm ocean during a full moon is the best!

I spent enough years in Australia in my youth to feel completely comfortable being topless on the beaches…there. It’s a whole different story here in Canada however. In Australia you felt almost ridiculous as a 2o year old with a bikini top on and more than a string thong on the bottom. Back in Canada I was quick to fall back into the more modest beach attire.

I have to agree with Tracy about nudity in movies. I don’t mind seeing nudity, it doesn’t offend me, but I prefer to have my imagination tantalized.

I’ve been to a couple of nude/topless beaches in Europe and one in Hawaii. Here’s what I learned. It ain’t always pretty, but it is real. And I’m ok with that. I don’t find the human body offensive in any way. What I took away from those experiences was how people, no matter what their shape and size was, were completely ok with their own bodies. How liberating!

When I look in my full length mirror at my naked body at this stage in my life I struggle to accept the beauty of my naked body. I can easily see faults that I’d like to have improved. But you know what, I’ve thought the same way since I was a young woman! When I look back now I think “what were you worried about, you looked great”, and I’m sure I will think the same thing ten or twenty years from now when looking back at the body I wear right now.

Anyway, I promised to bring up the rear…I love a man’s naked rear! Yep, I’m a butt girl. My own rear is not my favourite ‘ass’et, but I’m sure I’ll really appreciate my 45 year old rear when I’m 65.

Bonnie

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