I’m happy to report that I have been nominated as Woman of the Year of the year in the West Hollywood and Boca Raton areas.
I have to admit that I was a little disorganized with this award. I just thought it was a nice compliment to my career, which is still on the upswing. But I also thought that it would be nice to be recognized for something less than your usual work. I also didn’t think it was appropriate that my new book would be chosen for this award, which I’m sure is a given.
I wasn’t nominated for this award, but I would be flattered if you picked me for an award that you haven’t seen. I am honored to be recognized by such an esteemed publisher as Westwood Books. I am also flattered by the fact that the book contains over 120 pages of nude photos. I have enjoyed my work and its presence in both print and on the web. The book’s appearance in the West Hollywood and Boca Raton areas has been well received.
I have to admit, I’ve been a bit of a voyeur when it comes to your books and their nudity. I’ve had some of the best nude sex I’ve ever had come in my inbox recently. But I have to admit that I’ve also had my own nudie moments, as well. But, I would also like to make it perfectly clear that these nudes are not for everyone.
I think we all know what I mean by “everyone”. There’s just no one here who hasn’t had these “nudie moments” through themself. I know if I were to go all the way and tell the whole story of a nude moment, I would have to go through so many of those that I would be at least ten pages long. But I thought I would just talk about a few of my favorites.
I started off by just going through all of my nudies and saying, “Oh shit, my mom, my friend, my sister, whatever” and ending with, “Okay… maybe I should stop.
Some of these are so subtle, it’s almost like you’re not even doing anything wrong by doing them. I mean, there’s the moment where you’re in a locker room at school, you can’t remember what school you were at, and the moment where you get caught in a locker room where you were just checking out a girl, but it’s not like you’re doing anything wrong. It’s like you’re using your body to get away from something.
Most women I know have had in the past few years a few more than one or two incidents of this kind of thing happening to them. One of them ended in an almost-death, while the other girl ended in a suicide.
In college women at my school started talking about this a few months ago, and one of the common reasons men who were trying to leave the school were getting stopped at the school’s main entrance was because many of the men were carrying these small, plastic bags in their back pockets that were filled with what looked like ashes or something. A couple of the women even described these bags to me as if they were going to be used to scatter the ashes of the women they were leaving behind.
The word “suicide” has two meanings: one is “to kill oneself,” and the other is “to commit suicide.” The main difference between the two is that a suicide is often done in a violent way, whereas a suicide is usually done through a process of self-hatred where the person is saying, “I’m so broken, never again, I’m gonna kill myself.
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