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A Lid for Every Kettle
“There will always be a special person out there who fits your peculiarities just as you fit theirs, exactly as you are. You just need to figure out your peculiarities.” That quote was taken from an article on submission on the Web. Fast frame: Runaway Bride. The Julia Roberts character wants to figure out what she wants and who she is. She doesn’t know yet so she keeps running from commitments. I can relate. I have been running in some ways for a long time. I too, have never married. I’ve enjoyed an eight and eleven year partnership with two different men and when you add that up, that’s a pretty good marriage. But as a grown up (whom on occassion wears pigtails) I realized my running has more to do with having not articulated my needs with a partner, so committing made no sense. It’s the same in business. You need to know your niche before you can get rich. Now I know my niche market for myself – what will and won’t work for me, in the bedroom and out. It’s taken much self examination and the bitter pill of defeat on occassion to get this far. Now someone either will or won’t want to get on my train. It’s like going to buy a dress: knowing your choices in size, color, fabric, quality and style narrows the rack. Now I know I need a man who is open-minded and progressive in his thinking in sensual and sexual exploration, yet traditional in partnership. Oh, and he can’t have a comb-over or prefer the New York Giants every night vs. spanking the pony. Add to the recipe, he needs to really like me a lot. He needs to get who I am to my core and say, “All of it is good and my love is unconditional. Even the parts that suck.” Of course, that requires a proper dose of sanity and regular usage of Webster’s book. The journey continues.
The Fine Art of a Fat Ass

Isn’t she gorgeous? I have a B.F.A. in Fine Art and I can say that I have studied many a fine fat ass in art school, but none as fine and divine as this. When did we forget to worship this fleshy, often hidden portion of ourselves?
Embracing Your Big Fat Ass is coming out just in time to make some waves and break some wind – and to scare the media with the word “ass”.
What is wrong with the word ass? Why is some of the radio and TV stations we are talking to have such a hard time of it? I thought this was the land of the free and the home of the brave, not the land of the petty and the home of the hypocrite. It appears our book is not only about women acepting their body type, but it’s also about the issue of censorship in America. What’s the deal, we can watch crime shows at night like CSI, where killers turn human flesh into lampshades, and people are swapping wives in the burbs, but you can’t say ass on daytime TV???? Would middle America wish to re-dress this statue? Apparently, I hope to piss off alot of people with this book, I want to shake people up.
I use to cuss onstage doing stand-up. So what? I don’t walk around cussing in day to day life, and our book isn’t riddled with foul language, but it seems Janette and I are about to embark on a press junket loaded with little media cops and frantic, religious activists. Oh, well.
And what about David Cook winning American Idol? Nothing. I just love him. He has nothing to do with the rest of this stuff I’m writing. I just wanted to let everyone know that I am still thrilled he won. Yeah for a Kansas City boy, my home town. Now we have the Rock Chalk Jayhawks and David Cook all in one year. Now me. Cool.