Bootylicious Rule #2 Celebrating Our Curves

No matter who you are, you have something that you should celebrate about yourself, especially when it comes to your body.  All divas should celebrate the bodies that they’re in, especially if they are thinking about changing themselves.  We can’t be the best that we want to be until we accept what we already are. so start appreciating your bootylicious self today and loving who you are and making her the best she can be and soon you will see the pounds melt away, or the skin clearing up, or whatever minor flaw you think you may have disappear or simply not matter anymore.  The world will See fabulous if you allow your present self to BE fabulous.

I know that I am always talking about booties and being bootylicious. That is because I think it is important for every woman to celebrate her curves, and for that matter, every man should celebrate the curves of every woman too. I am proud of my bootylicious body. Stick figures are for comic strips.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Am I a little narcissistic when it comes to my curves?? Ya damn skippy I am. If I don’t think I’m sexy, who else will?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am appreciating everything 

about myself no matter who 

else likes it.

I hope all the women who read this are as excited about their unique bodies as I am. Love yourself, you’re the only you that you’re ever gonna be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If you are interested in reading more about my views on being a diva, bootylicious or just plain fabulous, check out my post on why I call myself the Sexy Bootylicious Diva Muse, What’s In a Name.

Bootylicious Rule #1

Don’t knock other people’s hustle. One of my favorite guilty pleasures is the TV show, Keeping Up With the Kardashians. Yes, I watch it and I don’t care who knows.

I can’t wait to tune in every Sunday night to watch the shiny black hair, perfect makeup, and to-die-for outfits that these girls, and mom sport for their reality TV show. When I watch the show, it is a nice restful half hour for me to step out of my sometimes overly intense and way too serious life and watch these girls bask in the fabulousness of being…well fabulous. I LOVE IT!!! They make me laugh, they make me happy, and aside from the fact that sometimes Bruce Jenner looks like he has been embalmed, they make me feel warm inside.

I get so tired of haters, yes that is what you are, hating on Kim and her new found fame. You constantly hear, “What is she famous for?” Ok, give it a rest. What are Victoria Secret Models famous for? What were Calvin Klein Models (male and female) famous for? What are the models in the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition famous for? Their looks! Hello! If half the haters had a body and face like Kim Kardashian, they would be flaunting their naked asses all over every magazine cover too. I have two words, quit hating! She is beautiful, and I’m a girl and I can say that. And quit knocking her hustle.

People should do what they do to make it in this world. Aside from doing anything illegal, violent or just outright disgusting, people have to use what they got to get where they want to be. Hell, life is hard. If I had her body, y’all would see me everywhere. Well actually I have a better booty than hers and I’m trying to figure out how to use my moneymaker too, ya feel me?

Look, you don’t have to like Kim or any other socialite that makes it big, but truly, if you’re going to really be a diva, you gotta stop hating. I congratulate those girls, Kim and her sisters and the mom for anything good that comes to them. I send them out good vibes (cuz Lord knows the rest of the world is sending evil their way) and I celebrate every success for them. Because you know what? When you put out positive vibes to other people, and genuinely wish for their well being, even if they are rich socialites who may have a sex tape and a huge booty, you most certainly seal the deal that good things are coming back to you.

To Kim Kardashian and Family, my Bootylicious Sisters, You Go Girls!!!!

Photo Courtesy of Hollywoodnation

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bootylicious Rule #2

I Love Clouds

California has the best clouds!!!

Definition of Foreplay

True foreplay is the look in a man’s eye that says to you, he remembers everything he did to you
last night and he plans to repeat it again soon.

Foreplay is a whiff of your own musky smell the morning after, an insinuating “Hello Baby” on the telephone, a bad winter ending in a Spring day with air so soft it cries out for bare skin.

It’s the man you love, holding you hard against him so you can feel his desire and it is the husband washing the dinner dishes, sweeping the kitchen floor and remembering to pack the third grader’s lunch for tomorrow’s field trip so that mama can savor a precious half hour alone before bed.

That’s not to dismiss the pleasure of all those non-penile touches, nibbles, kisses, insertions and licks that will produce gasps and we hope, orgasms; the more, the better. These things are not just a prelude, they are the point, they are the sex, they are, truly the main event.

The rest is just gravy.

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trust no man
they say

but your eyes
they say
something else to me
hypnotic, intoxicating
staring right through me

your lips…mmmm
they say
you’re so into me

but your hips
betray
you really only want to
do me

and I say go slow
as your hands on my ass say
come to me

in my mind I scream
rescue me
but we both know
you’re still gonna
break through me

over and
over and
over again

until there is nothing left
but the feeling that
you just used me

Losing You

Random flashes of lucidity
When I think of you and me
Struggling for my sanity
Contemplating what used to be

What our love used to be

Your declaration
You’re not coming home
My revelation
I am all alone

I can’t take this separation
Separation, Oh my God separation
This separation…from you

Fleeting glimpses of the two of you
taunt me, tease me
my mind they’re trying to consume

Contemplating all that we’ve been through
and losing you
Losing… you

Anticipation, you come back again
Realization that we’re not even friends
my desperation knows no end
Never will I allow my heart to love again

Old Ghosts

I had a boyfriend when I was 17, actually the one I had before I got married. This boyfriend liked to hit. He liked to hit everything, walls, beds, buses, oh, and me.

He always seemed to feel so powerless in his life. He was always so tortured, emotionally transparent. The smallest things would set him off and then there would be this rage. So much rage.

The funny thing, (weird funny, not ha ha funny) is that after he would fly into these rages and attack me, he would want to have sex. It would be this intense, animal-like, explosive sex where he would be apologizing, crying, and humping all at the same time. He would be grabbing me and imprisoning me and crushing me under the weight if all of his irrational emotion. It was so scary and so raw and so sick. And dangerous. So, so very dangerous.

The relationship that I am in now and have been in for many years has been a roller coaster ride to say the least, but never in the 20 years that I have known him, has my husband ever hit me or been violent toward me. I am so grateful for that.

People may have their differences, but some situations are just not safe enough to stay in. Funny thing though, in spite of the craziness, the abusive boyfriend was very loyal, he never cheated on me or even flirted with other women like the men in my other relationships. I swear, if its not one thing, its always another.

NOTE: I am all for women trying to do whatever they need to do in order to work out their relationships, but once a man hits a woman all bets are off. Just get away because it is one of those things that will never change.

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Bootylicious Blog of the Week Award

Every week, the Super Sexy Bootylicious Diva Muse will name one blog the “Bootylicious Blog of the Week.” The weekly award winner will be chosen based on substance, style, and the spirit of a Diva who is bringing beauty, creativity, and or hope to the world. I will be looking for blogs throughout the week. If you would like to be considered for the award, or you would like to nominate another blog, please contact me by Saturday of each week.

I am pleased to announce this week’s Bootylicious Blog Award winner That Saddity Chic.  Ms. Saddity shares with the world her witty writing style, accompanied by stylish and relevant photographs.  Her articles are crafted with subtle humor and a unique feature, a question or two for the reader to answer to stimulate conversation and make us think. In addition, That Saddity Chic has links to other very interesting blogs, making hers a well rounded resource for style and entertainment. Please click on any of the links and check out her work.  I am sure she will appreciate you for stopping by.

Here’s to you That Saddity Chic, Bootylicious Blog Winner of the Week!

The Evil One

You try very hard to fit in to the online community. It is by far a very easy way to network and socialize with other like minded and not so like minded individuals. You find a group that you gel with, you post in the threads, you even get bold enough to post a few topics, and then there is that one person, that one annoying, one negative, one confrontational person who just annoys the hell out of everyone. This person is rude, types all in bold letters, is anti everything and is always the one you can count on to go wildly against the grain of the rest of the group and then get highly defensive when someone disagrees. How do you deal with this person? Do you just ignore them, or do you stand your ground? Do you leave the group? Or do you let the person know how you feel and let them know to never address you in a post? How do you deal with someone who seems to embody pure evil?

On the one hand, it is just the internet. Most of the people are not really the persona that they try to portray and you will probably never meet them. But on the other hand, everyone should be able to express themselves in public, even if it is E-public and not have to endure a person who is obviously socially retarded. Is it so farfetched to expect individuals to be civil when dealing with others? I think not.