Saturday, December 4, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
What are you measurements?
I haven't taken measurements in a LONG time, so I just found the measuring tape and here's what I am now: 42-44-58 (Damn I wasn't expecting 58"! lol)
Hi, you've been losing weight latley and I know this is going to sound weird but it's really turning me on! Watching you shrink really gets me off! I love seeing you get smaller and smaller each update, please get skinny Gwen!
Well thank you! I love seeing myself get smaller and smaller too as a matter of fact. It's quite fasinating actually because I have a different body now than I did when I was 20 and it's like peeling away the layers to reveal a new woman. I'm smaller now than I was in my last update, so I'll need to get some new ones done to show off the new, new me! I don't know if I'll ever be considered "skinny" but I'm having fun getting "thinner". =)
At this moment in time, what would you like to be know for??
I'd like to be known for being a good model, an awesome photographer, and a fair and honest webmaster. I've never wanted to be "famous" but being acknowledged for all of the work I do is always appreciated.
What are you doing for Halloween and what is your costume going to be??
I'm going to a kick ass "Haunted Corn Maze" that's like running through a horror movie . . . for your life. Drinks beforehand and after so it ought to be an awesome night. This year I'll be going as a waitress from True Blood's Merlotte's Bar & Grill. I've got the tiny tight tee, apron, and a bottle of Tru Blood in case I run into any hungry vamps!
Saturday, October 2, 2010
If you really knew me . . .
You'd know that when I was at my heaviest of 405 pounds I wasn't happy, or comfortable, or content. I was in fact . . . miserable. This brings me to the topic of this post which I can imagine will be controversial to some considering who I am and what I do. I have kept my trap shut for many years on this subject but considering this is MY blog I can say whatever I damn well want. This morning I learned of a tragic passing of a model I knew (I will not be divulging her name out of respect, so please don't ask). Although we weren't close friends I had a lot of admiration for her. She was going through an extremely difficult time in her life, a pain in which I can relate to, but not to the degree she was feeling. As she dealt with this pain, she ate, and she ate a lot. More often than not I believe that overeating and over indulging is related to some emotion we're feeling, whether that be sadness, loss, stress, joy, boredom, or greed. I'll be totally honest here when I say that I believe my friend ate herself to death. After hearing of her passing I couldn't stand by any longer and say nothing on this, because I have had a problem with the whole "feeding/gaining" subject for far too long.
As a model first coming into this industry I never even knew of a "BBW" scene. I didn't start modeling because I was overweight, I started because it made me feel like a more confident and sexy woman. Once I was introduced to the BBW side of the playing field, the entire game changed. I was noticed more for my "fat parts" then who I was as a whole. This led to my then webmaster highly encouraging me to do eating content. I never understood the whole concept of it, because as just a regular girl the thought of purposely eating in front of people weirded me out. I always was and always have been very resistant to doing "eating/gaining" content, because for me it's a lie. I may be a "foodee" because I really appreciate my food (see "My Weekly Indulgence: Sushi & Making it "Special"") but I have never been a "gainer". Let's face it, I'm big for a reason. There have been times where I have fulfilled a member request to do an eating video, but I didn't see it as anything more a special request, because I know it's a sought after fetish. I never particularly felt comfortable doing those requests, but I did them anyway. It may be hypocritical for me to say I'm against it and then look back at my past work only to see how I jumped on the bandwagon, but I can admit I never liked it and I shouldn't have done it.
Here's where I'm concerned. I see a lot of new models come into this industry and they quickly fall into the culture of "bigger is better" and before you know it they have eaten their way through 50, 100, 150, 200 pounds. Look, I'm not saying that EVERY model you see is going to fit into this situation, but I can speak from personal experience. I think when I first started modeling I was around 270 pounds, and as the years rolled by, the pounds packed on. Before I knew it I was 405 pounds, getting up from the couch after eating a bunch of crap, having the mother of all epiphanies in the form of a crippling inner thigh muscle cramp. After hobbling upstairs I made my way into a hot shower in an effort to relieve the excruciating spasm. As I stood there crying (I hardly ever cry . . . ever) and bracing myself against the wall I thought, "This is IT!". I could no longer ignore what I was doing to myself, and my body protested to the point of actually taking me down! So that night I decided that something had to be done, and six months later I was 55 pounds lighter and feeling MUCH improved. Eventually I reverted back to old habits and gained back 20 pounds over the next two years. I can now tell you that over the last four months I've shed 50 pounds and I'm lighter now then I was six years ago.
I realize now that when it comes to being overweight, obese, and the worst sounding one . . . morbidly obese; it's an issue that's SO much deeper than just not understanding and abiding by "calories in vs. calories out". I know a plethora of heavy women and men, and I know that the majority (not all) of them have real world issues that contribute to their weight. It's a matter of figuring yourself out first and dealing with those issues in a healthy way and the rest will follow. If you find that you're honestly happy being big then I say more power to you. But if you're out there and you're playing the "I wish I could _____" (Not require a seat belt extender on my flight, ride that roller coaster, buy that cute outfit that doesn't come in my size, drive my car without the wheel touching my body, go to a restaurant and not worry about their seating, step in an elevator without people looking at me like I'm going to bring the fucker down) game, just know that you absolutely CAN turn the tables in your favor. The first thing you have to realize is that yes, there is a problem. The second thing you have to come to grips with is asking for help, because everyone needs a support system, no matter how strong and independent you think you may be.
Everyone is going to do what they want regardless of what I say on my blog, but hear me out and then I'll shut it. We only have this one life that we know of and in the vastness of the cosmos we are fleeting. What I'm saying is, our time is limited and as I personally get older it seems that it all goes by in the blink of an eye. I want to live as fully as I can, and although I will never be a thin person I can certainly be a more actively fit thick person instead of a restricted "morbidly" obese person trapped in my own self made prison. Life is what we make of it. As a model I know that looks don't last forever and that goes for any model, big or small, and that there is always a newer, prettier, younger model that will fill my place. So I have to think, "How do I want to be living my life after this is all over?", and I can honestly say I didn't envision living it as a 405 pound women for the rest of my days, because that's quite a grim future.
In closing, I know all too well how much of a struggle losing weight is. It's a real pisser because it seems so great at the time when you're eating that pint of Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream, but it's SO much easier to put it on then it is to get if off again. So if there are any of you out there that need support, my inbox is always open. I really do care about my fellow modeling sisters and in our industry I know the pressures to "get bigger", and I know how tempting those memberships are, but eventually you may find yourself "Done" and if you get there, feel free to reach out . . . I'll be here for you.
Much Love,
Gwen
As a model first coming into this industry I never even knew of a "BBW" scene. I didn't start modeling because I was overweight, I started because it made me feel like a more confident and sexy woman. Once I was introduced to the BBW side of the playing field, the entire game changed. I was noticed more for my "fat parts" then who I was as a whole. This led to my then webmaster highly encouraging me to do eating content. I never understood the whole concept of it, because as just a regular girl the thought of purposely eating in front of people weirded me out. I always was and always have been very resistant to doing "eating/gaining" content, because for me it's a lie. I may be a "foodee" because I really appreciate my food (see "My Weekly Indulgence: Sushi & Making it "Special"") but I have never been a "gainer". Let's face it, I'm big for a reason. There have been times where I have fulfilled a member request to do an eating video, but I didn't see it as anything more a special request, because I know it's a sought after fetish. I never particularly felt comfortable doing those requests, but I did them anyway. It may be hypocritical for me to say I'm against it and then look back at my past work only to see how I jumped on the bandwagon, but I can admit I never liked it and I shouldn't have done it.
Here's where I'm concerned. I see a lot of new models come into this industry and they quickly fall into the culture of "bigger is better" and before you know it they have eaten their way through 50, 100, 150, 200 pounds. Look, I'm not saying that EVERY model you see is going to fit into this situation, but I can speak from personal experience. I think when I first started modeling I was around 270 pounds, and as the years rolled by, the pounds packed on. Before I knew it I was 405 pounds, getting up from the couch after eating a bunch of crap, having the mother of all epiphanies in the form of a crippling inner thigh muscle cramp. After hobbling upstairs I made my way into a hot shower in an effort to relieve the excruciating spasm. As I stood there crying (I hardly ever cry . . . ever) and bracing myself against the wall I thought, "This is IT!". I could no longer ignore what I was doing to myself, and my body protested to the point of actually taking me down! So that night I decided that something had to be done, and six months later I was 55 pounds lighter and feeling MUCH improved. Eventually I reverted back to old habits and gained back 20 pounds over the next two years. I can now tell you that over the last four months I've shed 50 pounds and I'm lighter now then I was six years ago.
I realize now that when it comes to being overweight, obese, and the worst sounding one . . . morbidly obese; it's an issue that's SO much deeper than just not understanding and abiding by "calories in vs. calories out". I know a plethora of heavy women and men, and I know that the majority (not all) of them have real world issues that contribute to their weight. It's a matter of figuring yourself out first and dealing with those issues in a healthy way and the rest will follow. If you find that you're honestly happy being big then I say more power to you. But if you're out there and you're playing the "I wish I could _____" (Not require a seat belt extender on my flight, ride that roller coaster, buy that cute outfit that doesn't come in my size, drive my car without the wheel touching my body, go to a restaurant and not worry about their seating, step in an elevator without people looking at me like I'm going to bring the fucker down) game, just know that you absolutely CAN turn the tables in your favor. The first thing you have to realize is that yes, there is a problem. The second thing you have to come to grips with is asking for help, because everyone needs a support system, no matter how strong and independent you think you may be.
Everyone is going to do what they want regardless of what I say on my blog, but hear me out and then I'll shut it. We only have this one life that we know of and in the vastness of the cosmos we are fleeting. What I'm saying is, our time is limited and as I personally get older it seems that it all goes by in the blink of an eye. I want to live as fully as I can, and although I will never be a thin person I can certainly be a more actively fit thick person instead of a restricted "morbidly" obese person trapped in my own self made prison. Life is what we make of it. As a model I know that looks don't last forever and that goes for any model, big or small, and that there is always a newer, prettier, younger model that will fill my place. So I have to think, "How do I want to be living my life after this is all over?", and I can honestly say I didn't envision living it as a 405 pound women for the rest of my days, because that's quite a grim future.
In closing, I know all too well how much of a struggle losing weight is. It's a real pisser because it seems so great at the time when you're eating that pint of Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream, but it's SO much easier to put it on then it is to get if off again. So if there are any of you out there that need support, my inbox is always open. I really do care about my fellow modeling sisters and in our industry I know the pressures to "get bigger", and I know how tempting those memberships are, but eventually you may find yourself "Done" and if you get there, feel free to reach out . . . I'll be here for you.
Much Love,
Gwen
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Night Time Lullaby (Courtesy of BBT)
♫ Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur. Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr purr purr. ♫
Goodnight!
XOXO
Gwen
Goodnight!
XOXO
Gwen
Friday, September 24, 2010
Life is short. Have an AFFAIR??
This might not be news to everyone, but when I saw this commercial tonight my jaw hit the floor and at first I didn't think I heard it correctly. So I backed up the DVR and watched it a second time only to find that I DID hear this correctly and I was in shock! Have a look:
Let's put aside the creepiness factor that this bears a remarkable resemblance to the old "School House Rock" educational videos, but HELLO! This website at first blush looks like any other dating site, until you read their slogan, "Life is short. Have an affair.". Seriously, I'm still in shock that not only is there a site that caters to cheating spouses, but that they also promote infidelity in national commercials! I know that the divorce rate in this country is significant. According to Jennifer Baker of the Forest Institute of Professional Psychology: The divorce rate in America for first marriage, vs second or third marriage:
50% percent of first marriages, 67% of second and 74% of third marriages end in divorce.
So obviously there are a lot of people out there in some tough relationships, and I'm sure many of them fantasise about being with someone else and experiencing a different life than the one they are living. However, there's a BIG difference between a fantasy and actually "hooking up" with someone from a secretive adultery service. Look, I'm not one to say when you get married you are locked into it forever without a choice. Shit happens, people change, some are abused, some are neglected, but I have to say that if you're in a marriage that sucks THAT bad then you only have to do one thing . . . get out. Yes, it will only get worse before it gets better if divorce is a giant monkey on your back but let's think of the alternatives.
You make a profile on this site, you meet some interesting people and decide to arrange a date. At this point, if you have a heart and a soul there HAS to be part of you that knows that what you're about to do is wrong. If you're walking out the door with a condom in your pocket or extra makeup to make sure you look right when you get home than you might as well pack a bag too because you're about to take yourself on a guilt trip. Then you have to consider all of the hiding you'll have to do to make sure you don't blow your cover and alert the spouse. What if your partner DOES find out? At worse you'll get divorced and be forced by court order to pay out years and years of alimony/palimony to your ex, or hey maybe handing off an STD would be a great way to say, "Maybe we should break up". Anyway you slice it, no one wins.
So if you are considering using a site like the one above or thinking of cheating on your spouse, do a favor for the both of you and either work through your issues as a couple, or separate. Because if this is crossing your mind as a good idea then you likely are not with the right person for you, or you need to be single.
Good luck out there!
Gwen
P.S. If none of what I said dissuades you from cheating then I give you one more tidbit to consider. What if by signing up for this completely immoral site you are now unknowingly falling victim to a giant corporate merger of the TV show "Cheaters" and AshleyMadison.com? Kiss your ass goodbye in the courtroom, 'cause it's not "Candid Camera" you've been caught on!
Let's put aside the creepiness factor that this bears a remarkable resemblance to the old "School House Rock" educational videos, but HELLO! This website at first blush looks like any other dating site, until you read their slogan, "Life is short. Have an affair.". Seriously, I'm still in shock that not only is there a site that caters to cheating spouses, but that they also promote infidelity in national commercials! I know that the divorce rate in this country is significant. According to Jennifer Baker of the Forest Institute of Professional Psychology: The divorce rate in America for first marriage, vs second or third marriage:
50% percent of first marriages, 67% of second and 74% of third marriages end in divorce.
So obviously there are a lot of people out there in some tough relationships, and I'm sure many of them fantasise about being with someone else and experiencing a different life than the one they are living. However, there's a BIG difference between a fantasy and actually "hooking up" with someone from a secretive adultery service. Look, I'm not one to say when you get married you are locked into it forever without a choice. Shit happens, people change, some are abused, some are neglected, but I have to say that if you're in a marriage that sucks THAT bad then you only have to do one thing . . . get out. Yes, it will only get worse before it gets better if divorce is a giant monkey on your back but let's think of the alternatives.
You make a profile on this site, you meet some interesting people and decide to arrange a date. At this point, if you have a heart and a soul there HAS to be part of you that knows that what you're about to do is wrong. If you're walking out the door with a condom in your pocket or extra makeup to make sure you look right when you get home than you might as well pack a bag too because you're about to take yourself on a guilt trip. Then you have to consider all of the hiding you'll have to do to make sure you don't blow your cover and alert the spouse. What if your partner DOES find out? At worse you'll get divorced and be forced by court order to pay out years and years of alimony/palimony to your ex, or hey maybe handing off an STD would be a great way to say, "Maybe we should break up". Anyway you slice it, no one wins.
So if you are considering using a site like the one above or thinking of cheating on your spouse, do a favor for the both of you and either work through your issues as a couple, or separate. Because if this is crossing your mind as a good idea then you likely are not with the right person for you, or you need to be single.
Good luck out there!
Gwen
P.S. If none of what I said dissuades you from cheating then I give you one more tidbit to consider. What if by signing up for this completely immoral site you are now unknowingly falling victim to a giant corporate merger of the TV show "Cheaters" and AshleyMadison.com? Kiss your ass goodbye in the courtroom, 'cause it's not "Candid Camera" you've been caught on!
Saturday, September 18, 2010
My Weekly Indulgence: Sushi & Making it "Special"
Being a self-proclaimed "foodie" that is also losing weight can be challenging. So every week I try to fit in an indulgence or splurge if you will. It keeps me on track with being good all week when I can look forward to enjoying something I love come the weekend. Today I decided to delight in one of my favorite foods . . . SUSHI!! Because it's such a delicacy for me I treat my meal with great respect to make it seem really "special". I pop on over to my local Blue C Sushi and grab all of my favorites to go off of the sushi carousel that runs through the entire restaurant. Very metro.
Here's where I'll start sounding like a women with an obsession (and if I am obsessed, I'll take that moniker and wear it proudly). There's a process involved when preparing to dive head long into a plate full of decadent raw fishies. I "plate" my sushi in order to give it all a very elegant and gourmet feeling. **For those of you readers that LOVE sushi this will probably make you drool a little so grab a hanky. The rest of you that loath the idea of eating raw fish, you might want to turn away.** So I arrange everything like so (Yes, this is actually my dinner that I shot a picture of) :
What you're seeing here is as follows starting clockwise: Sesame noodles, Edamame, Philadelphia Roll, Salmon Nigiri, Seared Tuna (with sauce), my most favorite of all the Spider Roll with soft shell crab, and a side of soy sauce. Now when eating such flavorful seafood I must use a system so that each piece gives the most satisfaction. So I'll typically start with a Philly roll and alternate around the plate enjoying each piece as I enter into a magical sushi coma. LOL
The great thing about sushi is that it's all very lean and pretty darn healthy for you. Plus the fact that my guy HATES it with a passion, there's no worry of him wanting to bogart my salmon. When asked he said, "I would have to be starving on a deserted island before I'd eat that, and even then if I was alive enough I'd make a fire and cook it first!". I should mention he's never tried it, so I say he doesn't know what he's missing. =)
There you have it, my weekly indulgence and how I make it something special.
Catch ya on the flip side! (See what I did there? "Catch" and sushi? Get it? Never mind it must be late.)
-Gwen-
Here's where I'll start sounding like a women with an obsession (and if I am obsessed, I'll take that moniker and wear it proudly). There's a process involved when preparing to dive head long into a plate full of decadent raw fishies. I "plate" my sushi in order to give it all a very elegant and gourmet feeling. **For those of you readers that LOVE sushi this will probably make you drool a little so grab a hanky. The rest of you that loath the idea of eating raw fish, you might want to turn away.** So I arrange everything like so (Yes, this is actually my dinner that I shot a picture of) :
What you're seeing here is as follows starting clockwise: Sesame noodles, Edamame, Philadelphia Roll, Salmon Nigiri, Seared Tuna (with sauce), my most favorite of all the Spider Roll with soft shell crab, and a side of soy sauce. Now when eating such flavorful seafood I must use a system so that each piece gives the most satisfaction. So I'll typically start with a Philly roll and alternate around the plate enjoying each piece as I enter into a magical sushi coma. LOL
The great thing about sushi is that it's all very lean and pretty darn healthy for you. Plus the fact that my guy HATES it with a passion, there's no worry of him wanting to bogart my salmon. When asked he said, "I would have to be starving on a deserted island before I'd eat that, and even then if I was alive enough I'd make a fire and cook it first!". I should mention he's never tried it, so I say he doesn't know what he's missing. =)
There you have it, my weekly indulgence and how I make it something special.
Catch ya on the flip side! (See what I did there? "Catch" and sushi? Get it? Never mind it must be late.)
-Gwen-
Friday, September 17, 2010
Three Words I Never Thought I'd Say
"Thank you Tyra!"
I was watching the newest "America's Next Top Model" (hereafter referred to as ANTM) and before I go any further let me just say I don't watch it for the drama, Tyra's latest pants suit from the future, or the J's. I watch it for, and typically fast forward to, the photo shoots to see the behind the scenes of hair, makeup, wardrobe, shoot locations, photography, and the finished product. It's always interesting to see who gets the boot, and in this first elimination I was actually pleasantly surprised at the judge's decision. Let me explain for those who do not what the show (namely you guys out there).
As the new housemate models were getting to know each other a couple of girls were discussing another girl's thin frame. I believe that this girl's name was AnnaMarie or something like that. So Anna says something about having been "thicker" before, and that her Mom is always encouraging her to gain a little weight. The other girls ask Anna "How much did you weight?", Anna replies, "When I was thick I was 130 pounds". The girls ask, "How much do you weight now?", Anna replies, "I'm about 110 pounds." To which MY reply was, "WTF!! Are you serious??"
Anna explained that she had to be on a strict low calorie diet in order to maintain the weight she liked (being 110 lbs.) and when she looked in the mirror she liked to be able to see her "abs". Girl I swear, you have to have toned abdominal muscles in order to actually SEE them. So at the photo shoot the girls had to wear bikinis and when Anna's turn came up, the photographer and creative director had issues with only seeing bones on her. When you turn your back to me and I can actually see your ribs from the BACK, I'm more likely to think you've been starving for awhile, not that you're model material. I'm sorry but any "model" that looks emaciated is just sad.
At the elimination Anna was the first to go, because of her unhealthy body image. Tyra told her that she and the judges thought Anna would be sending that unhealthy message to a lot of young girls, and that there are a LOT of thin models in the industry but that Anna was "thinner than thin". I had to applaud the panel on their decision because Anna clearly has some body image issues. It's sad to say that the biggest part on her was her ego.
So thank you ANTM, and yes, thank you Tyra for not allowing such destructive imagery of the stereotypical "thin high fashion model" to further influence our young women into wreaking havoc on their bodies just to "fit in".
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I was watching the newest "America's Next Top Model" (hereafter referred to as ANTM) and before I go any further let me just say I don't watch it for the drama, Tyra's latest pants suit from the future, or the J's. I watch it for, and typically fast forward to, the photo shoots to see the behind the scenes of hair, makeup, wardrobe, shoot locations, photography, and the finished product. It's always interesting to see who gets the boot, and in this first elimination I was actually pleasantly surprised at the judge's decision. Let me explain for those who do not what the show (namely you guys out there).
As the new housemate models were getting to know each other a couple of girls were discussing another girl's thin frame. I believe that this girl's name was AnnaMarie or something like that. So Anna says something about having been "thicker" before, and that her Mom is always encouraging her to gain a little weight. The other girls ask Anna "How much did you weight?", Anna replies, "When I was thick I was 130 pounds". The girls ask, "How much do you weight now?", Anna replies, "I'm about 110 pounds." To which MY reply was, "WTF!! Are you serious??"
Anna explained that she had to be on a strict low calorie diet in order to maintain the weight she liked (being 110 lbs.) and when she looked in the mirror she liked to be able to see her "abs". Girl I swear, you have to have toned abdominal muscles in order to actually SEE them. So at the photo shoot the girls had to wear bikinis and when Anna's turn came up, the photographer and creative director had issues with only seeing bones on her. When you turn your back to me and I can actually see your ribs from the BACK, I'm more likely to think you've been starving for awhile, not that you're model material. I'm sorry but any "model" that looks emaciated is just sad.
At the elimination Anna was the first to go, because of her unhealthy body image. Tyra told her that she and the judges thought Anna would be sending that unhealthy message to a lot of young girls, and that there are a LOT of thin models in the industry but that Anna was "thinner than thin". I had to applaud the panel on their decision because Anna clearly has some body image issues. It's sad to say that the biggest part on her was her ego.
So thank you ANTM, and yes, thank you Tyra for not allowing such destructive imagery of the stereotypical "thin high fashion model" to further influence our young women into wreaking havoc on their bodies just to "fit in".
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Wednesday, September 15, 2010
I kicked my own ass and i'll do it again!
So here I am again, back to the blog. I'm writing this up as I sit here fast forwarding through an old "America's Got Talent" in order to catch my favorite act, "Fighting Gravity". I tell ya, if you haven't seen them they are WAY cooler than the Blue Man Group. So anyhow, I'm sitting here in bed after taking some Tylenol PM (we'll get to that in a second if I don't fall asleep before the end) in my panties and my Threadless t-shirt. Let's see if you can figure this one out:
No? Well don't worry I'll clue you in at the end. Today was the day I decided I HAD to get to the gym after putting if off for weeks in an effort to further define this pear shaped body of mine. So I threw on my jogging pants and a tight workout tee and headed down to the gym this afternoon. Once there (since my iPod is taking a dirt nap) I decided to put on the most mindless show I could find on the TV above the treadmill so I didn't have to pay attention . . . "Maury". In particular I believe the episode was called "My son is blind but I can see that he's not the father!". See, I told ya . . . mindless.
**Side note: Fighting Gravity just came on and although I love what they do, this round wasn't as good as the previous ones I've seen. Maybe I need to rewind and watch again. One moment . . . . . . . . . . . meh, second time was about the same.**
So yeah, there I am at the gym ready to kick my own ass. It's what I set out to do and I'll be damned if that's not exactly what I did. To give you an idea of how I spent my hour there: Leg press, leg curl machine, free weights, push ups, seated row, lateral pull downs, bench press, overhead press, and finally the treadmill for a brisk walk/jog. I worked up a good sweat and by the time I got off the treadmill and back onto stationary ground I felt like I was STILL on the treadmill. lol By the time I got home I felt like someone had punched me square in the pecs. You'd think that after a beating like that I'd curl up in bed and never venture into the gym again. But I have to admit, it felt good afterward, and the more I do it the easier it will become. Back to the grind tomorrow!
I think I'll be passing out now . .
-Gwen-
P.S. Did you figure out my shirt yet, or did you peek ahead? The answer to my shirt is the "Best Mime Ever".
P.P.S. Oh and by the way, the blind guy WAS the father!
No? Well don't worry I'll clue you in at the end. Today was the day I decided I HAD to get to the gym after putting if off for weeks in an effort to further define this pear shaped body of mine. So I threw on my jogging pants and a tight workout tee and headed down to the gym this afternoon. Once there (since my iPod is taking a dirt nap) I decided to put on the most mindless show I could find on the TV above the treadmill so I didn't have to pay attention . . . "Maury". In particular I believe the episode was called "My son is blind but I can see that he's not the father!". See, I told ya . . . mindless.
**Side note: Fighting Gravity just came on and although I love what they do, this round wasn't as good as the previous ones I've seen. Maybe I need to rewind and watch again. One moment . . . . . . . . . . . meh, second time was about the same.**
So yeah, there I am at the gym ready to kick my own ass. It's what I set out to do and I'll be damned if that's not exactly what I did. To give you an idea of how I spent my hour there: Leg press, leg curl machine, free weights, push ups, seated row, lateral pull downs, bench press, overhead press, and finally the treadmill for a brisk walk/jog. I worked up a good sweat and by the time I got off the treadmill and back onto stationary ground I felt like I was STILL on the treadmill. lol By the time I got home I felt like someone had punched me square in the pecs. You'd think that after a beating like that I'd curl up in bed and never venture into the gym again. But I have to admit, it felt good afterward, and the more I do it the easier it will become. Back to the grind tomorrow!
I think I'll be passing out now . .
-Gwen-
P.S. Did you figure out my shirt yet, or did you peek ahead? The answer to my shirt is the "Best Mime Ever".
P.P.S. Oh and by the way, the blind guy WAS the father!
Friday, August 27, 2010
Worst Parents EVER! ~Pirahana *SPOILER ALERT*~
I took the opportunity yesterday to go see a completely brain dead movie, because I had a long day of work and really needed to have some "non-thinking" time. So the only logical choice was to go see Piranha in 3D. lol I love a good mindless gore fest, but this movie actually shocked me! When the movie started I thought I heard a little voice behind me, but I was in my "Shhhhh the movie is starting, shut the hell up" mode so I didn't pay it any attention.
So the movie starts . . . and I swear within the first 10 minutes I saw tits, there was cussing up the wazoo, and a guy got chewed to the bone. So, ok . . this is going to be a REAL gore fest! This movie had it ALL! There were lots and lots of of tits . . like a LOT! Not to mention all of the cussing, boozing, drug usage, underage drinking, blood, guts, severed body parts, assholes, bimbos, and the like. Seriously . . I consider a movie REALLY rated R when you get to see a floating severed penis that gets eaten, and then spit out half eaten. HELLO!
You'll know when a movie affects me because I'll either cry (dramatic romance) or slap your leg while waving my hand around because something is grossing me out. The leg slap happened a lot throughout this movie, it was just THAT disgusting. So after a lot of "Oh my God!" exclamations, we get to the end of this crazy horrific ride, the lights come up, I stand ready to leave, look behind me and see . . . a flippin' 3 or 4 year old! All joking aside, a set of parents decided to bring their toddler to a VERY "R" rated movie, chock full of everything a kid should NOT see! I was simply appalled at the lack of parenting skills these people had. It just didn't make any sense why someone would bring their toddler to this movie of all things when they could have seen "Despicable Me" which would have been so much more appropriate.
All I could think about after that was how traumatized this poor little boy was going to be for who knows how long. Geez, man . . I would imagine as a little boy seeing a severed penis floating around you'd never go in the water again. Much like Jaws was for us older folks. So yeah, my point being . . . please leave the kids at home with the babysitter if you really want to see an "R" rated movie, because someone may not be a nice as I was in keeping my mouth shut!
-Gwen-
P.S. Steven Moffat's "Sherlock" is BRILLIANT!
So the movie starts . . . and I swear within the first 10 minutes I saw tits, there was cussing up the wazoo, and a guy got chewed to the bone. So, ok . . this is going to be a REAL gore fest! This movie had it ALL! There were lots and lots of of tits . . like a LOT! Not to mention all of the cussing, boozing, drug usage, underage drinking, blood, guts, severed body parts, assholes, bimbos, and the like. Seriously . . I consider a movie REALLY rated R when you get to see a floating severed penis that gets eaten, and then spit out half eaten. HELLO!
You'll know when a movie affects me because I'll either cry (dramatic romance) or slap your leg while waving my hand around because something is grossing me out. The leg slap happened a lot throughout this movie, it was just THAT disgusting. So after a lot of "Oh my God!" exclamations, we get to the end of this crazy horrific ride, the lights come up, I stand ready to leave, look behind me and see . . . a flippin' 3 or 4 year old! All joking aside, a set of parents decided to bring their toddler to a VERY "R" rated movie, chock full of everything a kid should NOT see! I was simply appalled at the lack of parenting skills these people had. It just didn't make any sense why someone would bring their toddler to this movie of all things when they could have seen "Despicable Me" which would have been so much more appropriate.
All I could think about after that was how traumatized this poor little boy was going to be for who knows how long. Geez, man . . I would imagine as a little boy seeing a severed penis floating around you'd never go in the water again. Much like Jaws was for us older folks. So yeah, my point being . . . please leave the kids at home with the babysitter if you really want to see an "R" rated movie, because someone may not be a nice as I was in keeping my mouth shut!
-Gwen-
P.S. Steven Moffat's "Sherlock" is BRILLIANT!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Can blind love be made real?
After watching another episode of "Dating in the Dark" tonight I got to thinking about how we make connections with people. In this case we're looking at (for those that haven't seen the show) three men and three women living in a house for what looks to be a weekend span, in completely separate wings of a large mansion. They all meet for a "group date" to start in the same room which is completely pitch black. They can talk and touch each other but can't see a thing. So they go on to have individual dates with whomever each other picks based on the initial "group date". Then they go on a date with whomever has been calculated to be their most compatible match.
Even though their first impression of each other is in the dark, they already form misconceptions of each other. It's up to the individual dates to help them decide whether or not they'd like to have that person "revealed" in the light. Once they make a choice they get to finally SEE each other. I love watching the reactions as their love interest is shown. Luckily they are each revealed one at a time, so they don't see the other's reaction. Most are positive, even if that other person doesn't fit in to the other's "type", because they've already made that "connection" by getting to know each other on a personal level first and not basing it all on that first look at the outer book cover if you will.
What I find really unfortunate about this whole show is that even if one of the guys/girls makes a real connection with the other, but then his/her appearance isn't that perfect vision they had built up in their mind, they can basically stand them up. It's not as if by showing up for the other person it means you're whisked off to your wedding. All it does is say, "Something about you intrigued me, and I'm interested in finding out more." Isn't that what a second date is all about?
I think the same idea applies to internet romance. Everyday people fall in love with someone they have never met. A lot of other people can't even imagine how that's possible. But when you peel back the curtain of having to physically appeal to the opposite sex FIRST and allow yourself the opportunity to get to know who that person is on a deeper level, so much is possible. The old saying of "You can't judge a book by it's cover" is very true and very wise. Not to mention that even if you don't feel lust at first sight, love is something pure and everlasting . . . looks are NOT. That perfect ideal woman or man in your mind doesn't exist, because I'll bet you never imagine your dream guy or dream woman as a senior citizen grabbing the early bird special down at Denny's. It's what is inside their soul that you should be idealizing, not what they look like. If you're fortunate enough to find that in someone, and you truly and honestly love them for who they are, not what they look like, count yourself very lucky. We all wear masks, but allowing those few people in existence to see beneath it is a rare and precious gift.
-Gwen
Even though their first impression of each other is in the dark, they already form misconceptions of each other. It's up to the individual dates to help them decide whether or not they'd like to have that person "revealed" in the light. Once they make a choice they get to finally SEE each other. I love watching the reactions as their love interest is shown. Luckily they are each revealed one at a time, so they don't see the other's reaction. Most are positive, even if that other person doesn't fit in to the other's "type", because they've already made that "connection" by getting to know each other on a personal level first and not basing it all on that first look at the outer book cover if you will.
What I find really unfortunate about this whole show is that even if one of the guys/girls makes a real connection with the other, but then his/her appearance isn't that perfect vision they had built up in their mind, they can basically stand them up. It's not as if by showing up for the other person it means you're whisked off to your wedding. All it does is say, "Something about you intrigued me, and I'm interested in finding out more." Isn't that what a second date is all about?
I think the same idea applies to internet romance. Everyday people fall in love with someone they have never met. A lot of other people can't even imagine how that's possible. But when you peel back the curtain of having to physically appeal to the opposite sex FIRST and allow yourself the opportunity to get to know who that person is on a deeper level, so much is possible. The old saying of "You can't judge a book by it's cover" is very true and very wise. Not to mention that even if you don't feel lust at first sight, love is something pure and everlasting . . . looks are NOT. That perfect ideal woman or man in your mind doesn't exist, because I'll bet you never imagine your dream guy or dream woman as a senior citizen grabbing the early bird special down at Denny's. It's what is inside their soul that you should be idealizing, not what they look like. If you're fortunate enough to find that in someone, and you truly and honestly love them for who they are, not what they look like, count yourself very lucky. We all wear masks, but allowing those few people in existence to see beneath it is a rare and precious gift.
-Gwen
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Male Girdles -Good Idea | Bad Idea?
Good Idea: Working out at the gym to strengthen your muscles and tone your body in order to boost your self esteem and be more attractive to the ladies (or guys if that's your thing).
Bad Idea: Wearing a male girdle to make yourself appear in better shape only to watch your woman's "chick boner" deflate when you start disrobing.
Just say NO to man girdles, trust me!
-Gwen-
Sonic Booms, Man Girdles, & the "Ground Zero Mosque"
I know this sounds like it's going to be oddly random, but stick with me people. This will probably be a short post tonight as I'm suffering from a slight sushi induced coma. lol . . . So I was wondering what to post about tonight and it was a three way toss up between all of the items you see here in the title. The winner? Sonic Booms! As this is the one menu item that happened to me here locally and it scared the ever lovin' piss out of me. We'll touch on the other two topics at a later time.
So here I am at home today getting ready to go see "Inception" (my movie comment to follow) when all of a sudden I hear what sounds like some kind of explosion and my entire townhouse shook! Then about twenty seconds later, another equally as loud and earth shaking boom goes off. At first I swore it was my neighbors, thinking maybe they had dropped something really big and heavy, but for it to shake the whole building . . well let's just say they would have had to have dropped a grown elephant in their bedroom. I checked outside to see if anything was amiss and saw nothing. So off I went to the movie hoping that nothing had actually exploded next door and that I wasn't going to come home to two crispy fried kitty cats.
After returning home and checking my Facebook I found out what exactly had happened and it's pretty crazy. Apparently it was a "float plane" that had entered restricted presidential air space over Western Washington while President Barack Obama was in town. The big O was in town, only minutes away and I knew nothing of it! I swear I'm always the last to know about these things. So it was two F-15 fighter jets that had been scrambled out of the Portland airport that had triggered the sonic booms. Why they came from Portland is a mystery to me considering we have more than a few military bases here locally. So this poor pilot and passenger had no idea that they had entered restricted airspace and after landing in Lake Washington they were greeted by the Secret Service. Oops!
For those of you that don't know the Pac NW lingo, a "float plane" is a sea plane like this:
Now, I've met a President (Clinton) and I've also had the opportunity to actually work with the Secret Service for the protection of a former Vice President, (told you I was a Jill of all trades) and I can tell you . . . they don't fuck around! The LAST thing you want to see getting off of a plane is a group of men in black suits, sunglasses, and earpieces coming for you. Yeah, they really do look like the Men in Black. Eventually they let the pair go, but this incident not only scared the crap out of the majority of residents throughout the region but it also knocked out 911 emergency services for an hour. So the moral of the story here kids is if you're a pilot, make sure you have clearance to fly. Poor guy.
That's it for tonight!
-Gwen-
P.S. "Inception" BLEW MY MIND! Great movie but you better be prepared to exercise some of those neurons to keep up.
So here I am at home today getting ready to go see "Inception" (my movie comment to follow) when all of a sudden I hear what sounds like some kind of explosion and my entire townhouse shook! Then about twenty seconds later, another equally as loud and earth shaking boom goes off. At first I swore it was my neighbors, thinking maybe they had dropped something really big and heavy, but for it to shake the whole building . . well let's just say they would have had to have dropped a grown elephant in their bedroom. I checked outside to see if anything was amiss and saw nothing. So off I went to the movie hoping that nothing had actually exploded next door and that I wasn't going to come home to two crispy fried kitty cats.
After returning home and checking my Facebook I found out what exactly had happened and it's pretty crazy. Apparently it was a "float plane" that had entered restricted presidential air space over Western Washington while President Barack Obama was in town. The big O was in town, only minutes away and I knew nothing of it! I swear I'm always the last to know about these things. So it was two F-15 fighter jets that had been scrambled out of the Portland airport that had triggered the sonic booms. Why they came from Portland is a mystery to me considering we have more than a few military bases here locally. So this poor pilot and passenger had no idea that they had entered restricted airspace and after landing in Lake Washington they were greeted by the Secret Service. Oops!
For those of you that don't know the Pac NW lingo, a "float plane" is a sea plane like this:
Now, I've met a President (Clinton) and I've also had the opportunity to actually work with the Secret Service for the protection of a former Vice President, (told you I was a Jill of all trades) and I can tell you . . . they don't fuck around! The LAST thing you want to see getting off of a plane is a group of men in black suits, sunglasses, and earpieces coming for you. Yeah, they really do look like the Men in Black. Eventually they let the pair go, but this incident not only scared the crap out of the majority of residents throughout the region but it also knocked out 911 emergency services for an hour. So the moral of the story here kids is if you're a pilot, make sure you have clearance to fly. Poor guy.
That's it for tonight!
-Gwen-
P.S. "Inception" BLEW MY MIND! Great movie but you better be prepared to exercise some of those neurons to keep up.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Cape Disappointment lives up to it's name.
Yesterday my man and I embarked on a weekend camping trip to Ilwaco, WA to stay at Cape Disappointment State Park on the southern most tip of Washington. For the record it was named by an English fur trader in 1788 because he was unable to find the Heceta river, which apparently was a big "disappointment". We reserved a Yurt (Year Round Tent) to stay in, hoping for some private time away. This is a Yurt:
In reading up on this area prior to leaving we found that the Bortle Dark-Sky Scale rated it at a #2, meaning it was next to being one of the darkest areas where you can see a majority of the stars in the night's sky. So we also brought our telescope to star gaze. After a long drive we finally arrived, found our site, and to our dismay found that the adjacent sites were much, MUCH closer to ours than the pictures made it seem. Our neighbors to the left looked as though they had been living there, and I can say that with some certainty because of the freezer chest they had set up outside of their camper. Seriously? Who brings a freezer chest camping? From the pictures above you can see that the Yurt is basically a round canvas dwelling with a bunk bed and it also had a futon couch, table and two chairs, heater, and indoor light. Kind of luxury camping compared to pitching a tent.
So anyway, we get unpacked and I'm ready to build a fire in the pit (yes I'm in charge of building fires). I had a bunch of large pieces of hard wood, an ax, and a hatchet of which I fully intended on using to show off my womanly muscles. To my surprise, chopping wood wasn't as cool as I remembered. After my second whack of the wood against the concrete pad had resonated throughout the campground and I got a comment from my neighbor 10 feet away of "Ya know, you're not supposed to chop petrified wood" (hardy har har) I said to hell with it and started the fire anyway with the massive chunks of lumber. It was a great fire though, and even after extinguishing the flames the embers burned into the early morning hours.
When we had first arrived we saw some clouds and fog rolling in, which being in Washington isn't too big of a shocker, but this was putting a damper on our star watching. It only got worse as the cold moved in and the foggy mist seemed to piss all over our campsite. So we hit the bunk pretty early and as we lay there we could literally hear the girl at the site next to us turning over on her air mattress. The idea of being intimate without the whole campground hearing (I'm a screamer) was out! At least we stayed warm in our sleeping bags as we shared the bottom bunk. Not the most comfortable of "beds" but it was a LOT better than an air mattress and no one could hear us turning over.
My wake up call this morning? The neighbors diesel truck turning over for a fishing trip at 5 AM. Since sleep, comfort, star gazing and privacy were out the window we decided to bug out a day early and go home. So, in summary . . . Cape Disappointment definitely lived up to it's name!
-End Rant
Saturday, August 14, 2010
I Shoulda Been a Cop!
I always wanted to be a cop, but I was never in the "shape" for it. My local academy requires it's recruits to run five miles a day, and although I'm getting in shape I'm no where close to having that stamina! But when I was 12 I moved away from Seattle and ended up in Montana. What a culture shock! Just about everyone in town owned a gun or rifle and my family (coming from a military and police background) eventually bought some firearms as well. We really fit in then!
So at the age of 13, I learned how to handle and shoot (quite accurately) hand guns and rifles. I'm proud of the Annie Oakley status everyone thought I had achieved, and to this day my .357 is in my night stand. Coming from a family that was in law enforcement I've kinda been into the idea of joining the "force" on and off throughout my life. Through a family member I acquired an ex-cop car complete with ram bars, side light, and antennas. I opted to have the prisoner cage and handcuff molded back seat removed or replaced. But as you can imagine when I come rolling down the freeway . . people MOVE! It's a dark car and I think a lot of people are so used to cops looking like me it freaks the hell out of them! LOL Sometimes I'll purposely wear all black and don my spiffy shades to make myself look extra authoritative.
You'd be simply shocked at how many people will hit the brakes when they see me rolling up behind them! If they don't move out of my way they slow WAY down, which always makes me laugh. Like today I had this guy in a total beater car coming onto the freeway and he was on his cell phone (which is illegal here without a hands free device). As he merged on we locked eyes and I gave him the "You know that's illegal right?" look, and boy did he get far behind me. Once he caught up to me as I exited I noticed that he was giving me the "Wait, is she REALLY a cop?" look. I'm telling ya, it's priceless!
I really dig my ride because it's intimidating, and can probably out run most sports cars. She's a boat, but she's a mean one! So be warned, if you drive with me and my lead foot, you better hold on. =)
Remember, hang up and drive!
-Gwen-
So at the age of 13, I learned how to handle and shoot (quite accurately) hand guns and rifles. I'm proud of the Annie Oakley status everyone thought I had achieved, and to this day my .357 is in my night stand. Coming from a family that was in law enforcement I've kinda been into the idea of joining the "force" on and off throughout my life. Through a family member I acquired an ex-cop car complete with ram bars, side light, and antennas. I opted to have the prisoner cage and handcuff molded back seat removed or replaced. But as you can imagine when I come rolling down the freeway . . people MOVE! It's a dark car and I think a lot of people are so used to cops looking like me it freaks the hell out of them! LOL Sometimes I'll purposely wear all black and don my spiffy shades to make myself look extra authoritative.
You'd be simply shocked at how many people will hit the brakes when they see me rolling up behind them! If they don't move out of my way they slow WAY down, which always makes me laugh. Like today I had this guy in a total beater car coming onto the freeway and he was on his cell phone (which is illegal here without a hands free device). As he merged on we locked eyes and I gave him the "You know that's illegal right?" look, and boy did he get far behind me. Once he caught up to me as I exited I noticed that he was giving me the "Wait, is she REALLY a cop?" look. I'm telling ya, it's priceless!
I really dig my ride because it's intimidating, and can probably out run most sports cars. She's a boat, but she's a mean one! So be warned, if you drive with me and my lead foot, you better hold on. =)
Remember, hang up and drive!
-Gwen-
Friday, August 13, 2010
"Staying Power" in the BBW Niche
For tonight's post I'm going to delve into how you as a model can have "staying power" in the adult BBW niche. It's a really super simple concept, you just have to trust me on this. First off, this industry can chew you up and spit you out overnight. I can't tell you how many models I have seen come and go over the years on all sorts of sites. The mistake I think a lot of women make is that this is some kind of "get rich quick" operation. The idea of "Hey, if I just get naked on the internet I'll rake it in hand over fist." can only lead to a flash in the pan career.
So here's all you have to do . . . enjoy what you produce. That's it! Now, you can't enter into this business lightly, because let's be honest it's not for everyone, or even most. The money will ebb and flow, that's a guarantee, and I think a lot of models who don't see a paycheck of $2,000/month just up a quit. Sorry ladies, it just does NOT work that way. The key here to "enjoying what you do" will translate to potential members and help you retain the current ones you have. Think about it, if you're putting content out that looks like you'd rather be cleaning up after your dog than posing for the camera, would you blame guys for not clicking that Join button?
Look I may not update my site as often as I "should" but when I do post new content it's typically been thought out, planned for, set up properly, and I really like it. My very first sets were pretty lame, and I can admit that but I still have them up for my members so they can see how my work has grown over the years. More than anything for me, my work is my art, a creative outlet if you will. So in summery do what turns YOU on, do what excites YOU, do what makes YOU happy and your fans/admirers will enjoy what you show them that much more.
One last topic . . . As I mentioned in a previous post, when I first started in this industry I didn't have anyone to hand hold me through the business. I've had to figure out the majority of what I do and run on my own. I have the privilege of knowing a select few models/webmasters that are or have been extremely successful, and when I need them, they are there. Unfortunately, more often than not you'll run into those in the biz that see their knowledge as a "trade secret". I have seen advice and opinion turn into a full blown war amongst models and webmasters and it's not pretty. I can't help but read those situations and think (in the immortal words of Mr. Rodney King) "Can't we all just get along?".
I have been working in this industry for nine years and I will freely admit that I don't know everything there is to know, and I may not be the "best" out there, however, I AM experienced and I'm making myself available to models or potential models to ask questions. I personally believe that the more educated you are about a subject the better you'll be at doing and understanding that particular thing. I remember where I started from and at times it was tough, frustrating, costly, annoying, frightening, and nerve racking. Not having someone who could relate and give me a point of view from someone who had "been there" was rough.
So for my part in "paying it forward" I have started creating tutorials for my models that range from how to advertise yourself and best posting practices all the way to simple photo editing techniques and where you can get great deals on outfits and shoes for shoots. Competition is healthy because it makes us strive to be better and raise the bar. So to those of you ladies out there reading this that are stuck or seeking some friendly advise, feel free to ask.
Keep on keepin' on!
-Gwen-
So here's all you have to do . . . enjoy what you produce. That's it! Now, you can't enter into this business lightly, because let's be honest it's not for everyone, or even most. The money will ebb and flow, that's a guarantee, and I think a lot of models who don't see a paycheck of $2,000/month just up a quit. Sorry ladies, it just does NOT work that way. The key here to "enjoying what you do" will translate to potential members and help you retain the current ones you have. Think about it, if you're putting content out that looks like you'd rather be cleaning up after your dog than posing for the camera, would you blame guys for not clicking that Join button?
Look I may not update my site as often as I "should" but when I do post new content it's typically been thought out, planned for, set up properly, and I really like it. My very first sets were pretty lame, and I can admit that but I still have them up for my members so they can see how my work has grown over the years. More than anything for me, my work is my art, a creative outlet if you will. So in summery do what turns YOU on, do what excites YOU, do what makes YOU happy and your fans/admirers will enjoy what you show them that much more.
One last topic . . . As I mentioned in a previous post, when I first started in this industry I didn't have anyone to hand hold me through the business. I've had to figure out the majority of what I do and run on my own. I have the privilege of knowing a select few models/webmasters that are or have been extremely successful, and when I need them, they are there. Unfortunately, more often than not you'll run into those in the biz that see their knowledge as a "trade secret". I have seen advice and opinion turn into a full blown war amongst models and webmasters and it's not pretty. I can't help but read those situations and think (in the immortal words of Mr. Rodney King) "Can't we all just get along?".
I have been working in this industry for nine years and I will freely admit that I don't know everything there is to know, and I may not be the "best" out there, however, I AM experienced and I'm making myself available to models or potential models to ask questions. I personally believe that the more educated you are about a subject the better you'll be at doing and understanding that particular thing. I remember where I started from and at times it was tough, frustrating, costly, annoying, frightening, and nerve racking. Not having someone who could relate and give me a point of view from someone who had "been there" was rough.
So for my part in "paying it forward" I have started creating tutorials for my models that range from how to advertise yourself and best posting practices all the way to simple photo editing techniques and where you can get great deals on outfits and shoes for shoots. Competition is healthy because it makes us strive to be better and raise the bar. So to those of you ladies out there reading this that are stuck or seeking some friendly advise, feel free to ask.
Keep on keepin' on!
-Gwen-
Thursday, August 12, 2010
You CAN Handle the Truth!
I was thinking about my "A Closure at the Rumor Mill" post and I was thinking back on some other past and present fabrications about me that really blew my mind. It's funny how you hear these things from random people and it might takes ages for it to get back to you, which inevitably by the time you hear it, it's already picked up traction. So ya know I thought since this is my blog I can say whatever I want because it's all mine.Guess what. That's exactly what I'm going to do. So let's do this people and get it ALL out there!
Here are a few doosies that threw me for a proverbial loop (- Newest to oldest - ):
Falsity #1: I left my husband and ran away with Vermillion.
Reality Check: LOL Now I love Vermillion, who is a FRIEND and nothing more. We're great dorky buddies that call each other "Dude". If you've ever seen a video of us or seen us on cam you'll know right away that there is nothing sexual between us. Of course I think she's a knockout, but I'm very straight.
Falsity #2: I got WLS (Weight Loss Surgery).
Reality Check: Done and covered in "A Closure at the Rumor Mill"
Falsity #3: That I force my models to show "pink".
Reality Check: I take a lot of offense to this one because it could not be further from the truth! I would never and have never forced ANYONE to do something they didn't want to. If you read my last post then you'll see how I operate, and that is allowing my models to show whatever THEY want . . not me. As a photographer I treat my models with 100% respect and professionalism. When I'm shooting a model I always make sure to let her know that we'll be doing whatever SHE is comfortable with, and I talk through the whole shoot either providing direction or funny little quips.
Falsity #4: I used to be a hardcore porn star, turned "soft".
Reality Check: Now this one really had me rolling, and I almost came close to peeing my pants. When I first started modeling on the web I had done maybe three "hardcore" videos for my site. Shortly thereafter I realized that it just wasn't for me, so I stopped producing content like that. In the few harder videos I did do they were mainly by myself, but if there was a guy in them with me then that's my husband.
I think that's about all of the ones I've heard or was told by a reliable source. I hope you found most of them as funny as I have. If you hear something that you think might be a rumor, just ask me! I think more people should have the gonads to go to the source for the truth.
-Gwen-
Here are a few doosies that threw me for a proverbial loop (- Newest to oldest - ):
Falsity #1: I left my husband and ran away with Vermillion.
Reality Check: LOL Now I love Vermillion, who is a FRIEND and nothing more. We're great dorky buddies that call each other "Dude". If you've ever seen a video of us or seen us on cam you'll know right away that there is nothing sexual between us. Of course I think she's a knockout, but I'm very straight.
Falsity #2: I got WLS (Weight Loss Surgery).
Reality Check: Done and covered in "A Closure at the Rumor Mill"
Falsity #3: That I force my models to show "pink".
Reality Check: I take a lot of offense to this one because it could not be further from the truth! I would never and have never forced ANYONE to do something they didn't want to. If you read my last post then you'll see how I operate, and that is allowing my models to show whatever THEY want . . not me. As a photographer I treat my models with 100% respect and professionalism. When I'm shooting a model I always make sure to let her know that we'll be doing whatever SHE is comfortable with, and I talk through the whole shoot either providing direction or funny little quips.
Falsity #4: I used to be a hardcore porn star, turned "soft".
Reality Check: Now this one really had me rolling, and I almost came close to peeing my pants. When I first started modeling on the web I had done maybe three "hardcore" videos for my site. Shortly thereafter I realized that it just wasn't for me, so I stopped producing content like that. In the few harder videos I did do they were mainly by myself, but if there was a guy in them with me then that's my husband.
I think that's about all of the ones I've heard or was told by a reliable source. I hope you found most of them as funny as I have. If you hear something that you think might be a rumor, just ask me! I think more people should have the gonads to go to the source for the truth.
-Gwen-
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
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