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Tamara de Lempicka

Her famous painting The Green Bugatti was actually a self portrait and what I love about her amazing works is she often repainted them.

"I was the first woman to make clear paintings, and that was the origin of my success … Among a hundred canvases, mine were always recognizable."

Be bold and be authentic. The world needs more you!

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Hockey Butt

I love to skate. I love the speed and the cold wind in my face. I even love the smell of hockey arenas and the sound of steel cutting into the hard ice. I am in my 40s but I still love everything about it.

Growing up I would put on skates every second I could and growing up in rural Ontario meant that in the winter, there was plenty of hours with not much else to do.

It was grade 8 when Tara asked me to go to a dance. I had moved schools and nobody had ever shown any interest before and I was very shy. Having no idea why anybody would be interested and thinking it was a joke asked why? She looked me dead in the eye and said, “You have a great ass.”

It had actually never occurred to me that women look at men’s bodies before exactly that moment. It’s funny, your own mind’s inability to relate experiences to someone else, even more so of the opposite sex.

From that moment on, I became aware of how some women would watch me. My ass is not for everyone but for the right someone it is a good one. It is round and powerful. It is connected to thick thighs that do not fit into the legs of many pants. My belts pinch and buckle the fabric at my waist as it strains to hold up my pants which gape at the top to fit my ample apple shaped bottom.

In university I would flirt with anyone who touched it. Many would do it ‘accidentally’ in a bar or a club, but it was never an accident, and most would tell me while dancing that they were taking me home. Being me, who was I to tell them no?

One of the most interesting moments was at a strip club. I was out with a friend for a stag and I was loading all the guys into a cab. The night was over and their money was spent. I was the sweeper - not drunk, making sure all got home safely with everything they brought - it’s my nature.

Sorry - back the the moment - I’m loading the last load of boys into the cab. I’m bent over every which way getting the 6'2" 250lb groom into the cab when I hear, “Now that is an ass!”. It’s not that unusual to have strangers comment so I finish and turn.

She stands about 6 feet tall in her work heels. A long fur coat is covering her from the cold of a Toronto winter but she says as our eyes meet, “I would pay to have that ass dance for ME.”

She finishes a drag off her cigarette and I can almost hear her lips dragging on the paper of the filter. The light, the moment everything hung in the air as I looked at her, her work makeup, the crisp air it was so still …. and then cab pulls away. I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THAT CAB!!! I watch the tail lights and wonder if I start to run after it

“Fuuuuuckkk ….” I moan turning back to woman to held everything in that moment and there is she is. Calm and with here left hand outstretched, open and waiting for me. "Come dear ..“, She comforted, "Come inside and dance for me.”

I took her hand and she led me into the warm dark club.

This is true.

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Giacomo Balla, Street Light

Let us all try and add a bit of light to each other's path.

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Me.

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Poster for Women's Day, March 8, 1914 by Karl Maria Stadler

We still have so much work to do where equity, safety, and control over reproductive rights is available to all. By changing our network of people we can change the world.

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We all know "The Scream" by E. Munch but you should also know "The Sun" which he painted 16 years later. Here is some sun for you all. I hope it helps you as it is helping me right now.