Tits and Ass!

After writing this morning's blog post, I had to go to 125th street for a meeting with CPSE.
Remember- I was low on clean clothes. So I stuffed myself into, a tight pair of shredded jeans and a preppy collared shirt- yeahhhh- not my favorite outfit to say the least.
It was uncomfortable.
I went to catch the uptown train, and ran into a nearly empty train car- only to find out there wasn't any air conditioning!!! So I quickly stepped out and headed to another car- and saw the doors close! The conductor stuck his head out and said- "Hey, is something wrong with that car?" To which I replied, "yeah, it's too hot." I asked if he could please please please open the train door, to which- he looked me up and down- smiled and quickly opened the door!
HELLS FUCKING YES!!! Things are looking my way! This is awesome!
When I got to my stop, I saw the conductor again, and said "Thanks again, have a great day!"
He then replied- "Oh yeaaah sweetheart- you too."
So even in this busted up outfit, I still got moves.
I saw a reflection of myself- and realized the jeans that I stuffed my ass into- made me look like I had ass and hips for days- ya know what I mean?
But instead of being self conscious I decided to work with it and I felt empowered.
On 125th street I had to walk by so many projects and a whole lot gangstas.
I gave them all whiplash as I walked by.
So instead of feeling like a victim, I felt in control. Like I was in charge. It was kind of fun.
The shirt I was wearing wasn't showy at all, but still men looked. It was very perplexing.
The meeting went well. I finally got the services I've been fighting for months for my daughter. Overall it was a good day.
The downtown local train wasn't working, so I had to go uptown- to then transfer and go back downtown. It was confusing. On the way uptown, at 137th street station I saw someone I knew. I don't believe at all in "coincidences"- this was fate. I'd met an awesome jeweler back when I did the block fair a couple of months back. We actually live only two blocks apart from each other- but we met on 137th street!!! It's was crazy!
So we talked all the way back home.
Shout out to my girl, Peta!!! You're awesome!!!
After a day like today- I'm actually loving my body- and feeling very confident in it. I like days like today- where things work out.
My friend wrote a blog about- boobs!- after reading my -boobie blog- and it's so great!!!- check it out-
http://thelifeandtimesofanymutt.blogspot.com/2010/07/boob-rant.html

I, like her, developed boobies- at an early age, age 11 to be exact.

Boobies aren't the only word I use for breasts, there's are jugs, bazoombaas, melons, jugaroos, tittyballs (Dave's fave). I use them all and many many more- because it's funny- that why!

I noticed in fifth grade, boys were looking at me differently. In junior high school it was even worse, because I had ass, hips and boobs- so I was very self conscious of my body and the way people looked at me.

I was always a very sexual person, I mean my first crush was when I was a little kid- on Supergirl ( from the movie- if you don't know this movie than you are a wee-little-baby), in a way I was kind of hyper-sexual, from a very young age. Then add that I was a total and complete flirt- so I was trouble. But I didn't lose my virginity, until I was "of age", that was the one thing I held onto and did everything else- BUT that, until then. I'm actually glad I did, because my mania really kicked in after I had sex for the first time. So if I'd lost it early on- I would've been a mess! Most bipolar are nymphomaniacs- well all the ones I've ever known, including me.

I really admire my friends that wait until they are ready to have sex. I still think that is the very best way to go, and to not rush these things because sex DOES change you in some way shape or form- forever.

There were a few guys, that tried to force me, leading to a few bruises on me AND them- don't worry they didn't succeed.

Plus I was a hot fucking mess in my teenage years- I still to this day hate the way I looked back then. So g-d bless you if you liked me back then, really G-d bless you.

But all that's in the past- and today I felt good about myself. And I'm more confident being nearly thirty years old- than I ever was at 13, 14 years old.

Now I LOVE my tits and ass- and I thank g-d for it.

G-d bless curves everywhere!!! Big and small.

Work your inner Diva- and even if you don't feel confident NOW- you should FAKE it until you do- because there are always people that will find you attractive- no matter what size or shape.

Feel good about yourself- and people will follow. Heck you might even meet Mister or Miss right? Who knows.

Confidence has always caught my eye.

Kisses Bitches!!! And work those tits and ASS!

*beautiful photo of Marilyn Monroe

DAMN that ASS!

So this post is mainly about jeans...and asses, cuz that's just the way things roll.
I have the hardest time finding a good- and inexpensive great pair of jeans. I'm not willing to throw down $100 for a stupid pair of denim.
It never ever fits the hips and the waist at the exact same time. It's a huge problem for girls with asses. I love big butts, even when I was a teeny weeny teenager. Sorry small butt girls, you just ain't my style.
I hate when a pair of jeans gives "pancake ass". When the ass has been shmushed into the legs by the jeans, giving flat ass. I like a great pair of jeans that gives a great big bubble butt. Something JUICY, ya know. You big girls feel me.
I remember way back when, Marco and I would walk through the city, checking out chicks. It was hilarious. His question to me always "You'd hit that?"
Of course, my response would be "Yeeeeeeeah, I'd hit that!!!" And we'd laugh hysterically.
He always loved junk in the trunk- yeah I'm totally outing you Marco, tough titties!
I kind of looked up to Marco when I was a kid. He was a rocking DJ, lived in clubs (with me by his side usually), had the coolest clothes, the hottest chicks, he was big pimpin', no doubt. I forever have him in my heart and in my head, he's my boy.
Through him and Dave, I learned slowly to like my curves, and not want to be boyish.
At least not in the behind area. As for the tits, I still want to be flat chested, it's my thing. I envy those with itty bitty titties. If you've read my past blogs, you know why.
And to those of you, who have no clue what I'm talking about. I've mentioned before I was bisexual for all of my life (yes ALL) till I got married. Now my sexuality is MARRIED. That's it.
Back on to my original topic. So yeah, finding a good well fitting pair of jeans is difficult. If any of you have a good suggestion for jeans, let me know, I'm all ears!!!

Holla to all the juicy butts out there!!!
Kisses to my sexy bitches!!!