Marilyn Monroe Death

Break Up Confusion: Part 700 of 100,000,000

Your next orgasm. 

So, part of being in a relationship is regular sex. Or at least it should be, and if it isn’t you should look into that… 2 months into a relationship or 10 years into a relationship.

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For example: you are in a relationship with someone for 7 months, you are committed, you have placed your ‘titles’ (boyfriend/girlfriend etc). You face the different living situations, but it is what it is – you are with someone new and you want them. Everywhere and anywhere… pretty much all the time.

Well, for whatever reason, you have now broken up. But for the last 7 months, you have had sex (well, what should be amazing sex) all the time, pretty much everyday if that’s what you wanted.

ba74d181826e3e34a35d244eb6153d71Now let’s also say that you were heavily invested in this relationship – so you aren’t gonna be interested in having someone other than that person touch, hold, feel you… [the only exception to this is drunk sex, and this happens when you are really angry and mad at your now new ex].

ke-3443To tie this all up: your body, brain, soul and heart are already under a lot of pressure from the fact that you are heartbroken and going through a break up [stress]. But now your body is facing the consequences of build up from not having someone worship your body and relieve your needs as they have done for the past 7 months.

You are gonna make some crazy decisions and have some fucked up thoughts anyway, just to get you through the break up, so it;s only gonna be worse if you are have SEX WITHDRAWAL SYMPTOMS.

Therefore it is no wonder people invented ‘break up sex’.

Ted Spiker from Mens Health gets it:

Why it’s monumental: It’s like the day before a diet. Tomorrow I’ll start, but today I’m going to enjoy one last order of chicken wings. You’ve decided together that the relationship isn’t working, but what the hey, one last tryst won’t hurt anyone. And it winds up being better than any you’ve had in the past 6 months for two reasons.

One’s physical: Fisher says that there’s some speculation among researchers that in so-called last-chance copulation, a man may unknowingly alter the levels of certain hormones in his semen, and that may trigger his partner to ovulate spontaneously. In other words, your subconscious tries to hold on to the commitment by potentially impregnating her, even though you don’t want to.

The other reason is psychological: “When you know you’re never going to see someone again, you want to leave her wanting you—and you’ll do anything to drive her out of her mind,” says Cadell. “So you both end up concentrating on being uninhibited.”

And no, before any ‘clever half whit’ says: ‘just do it yourself’ – you clearly have never had MIND BLOWING SEX. 

What are you supposed to do? You don’t want to completely disrespect yourself and your relationship [that you are mourning] – so TINDER is out of the window. You aren’t ready to be that person.

Check part 69. 

http://www.menshealth.com/mhlists/best_sexual_experiences/Breakup_Sex.php

http://www.lovepanky.com/flirting-flings/wild-secrets/break-up-sex-and-10-circumstances-where-it-works

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Maybe we could be each other’s soul mates

“Don’t laugh at me, but maybe we could be each other’s soul mates. Then we could let men be just these great, nice guys to have fun with.” Charlotte York, Sex and the City.

Lucky for me… I have my soul mate. But even better than that I am blessed enough that he will be there, for ever.

Months can go by, and a lot can change (believe me! I’m talking lovers, ex lovers, marriage, tattoos, weight, hair, and god knows what else) but there he is… My SOLE/SOUL mate.

6 years ago, god knows what month it was… I was put clubbing with a group of friends and my current boyfriend. I know exactly what I was wearing (high waisted harem black suit trousers, black Mary Jane Louboutins, low cut/low back white racer back ripped vest, and a very naughty, very see through, lace and silk bra; and of course, a chanel 2.55 – it will always be me to wear a vest that was slutty but I had picked up from a market in Vietnam, trousers from Topshop and then top the cost of my whole outfit by adding a bag and shoes!). Anyway; there I was walking along the high street of this little town that I had grown up in to go move my boyfriends car whilst he was busy buying everyone drinks… Who do I bump into? My love, my genie, Reece Morgan. Now what I haven’t mentioned is that – this club was full of nice girls dressed like hoochies! You would see a Chanel here, Kurt Geiger there, Prada there… But the main aim with these girlies was sluttiness and as you can probably tell; what I was wearing was sexy, subtle but never hoochie mumma! Maybe that’s why he chose me, only he could tell you that. The inimitable Reece. So there I am, treating the high street as a run way and I bump into an acquaintance, turns out he was heading to the same place I was drinking with his girlies. Before I knew it, 2 weeks later I was on a stone table, in a mesh body, with black lipstick, wet look black eyeshadow, slicked back jet black hair… Pouting and posing. And that was just the beginning…

Now, when I first came across Reece I just knew him to be an aspiring photographer with an amazing sense of style. It wasn’t until we had numerous Cosmos and Margaritas that I realised every element that makes him is pure fabulous. From his ever changing hair styles, ooh snap! To his huge collection of handbags from Louis Vuitton, Burberry, Chanel and Hermes. Not forgetting his irresistibly delicious personality.

Only Reece would turn up at one of my friends magazine launch parties in Mayfair and get papped on his way home, simply for looking so gorg and fabulous. As if! Crazy.

This man is there for everything whether it be a simple BBQ in the garden of my fathers ranch (me in flares and him in all black), drinks in Canary Wharf (me in 10 inch heels and him in vintage), winter cocktails in Covent Garden (me with my pink 2.55 chanel and him draping himself in fur), a burlesque show in the West End (me in all black apart from my rose gold courts and Michael Kors and him traipsing in Dior), a Cheryl Cole concert at the O2 arena (me in leather trousers and him holding a jug of Cosmo) or us trying to figure out a way to make pink fishnet mesh work in my dressing room.

But it’s not just the clothes, the memories and the designers, it’s the art – his art, my drunken ‘art’, the art of love (or trying I find it), our worshipping of art (whether it be SJP, bitching about Kim K, slamming Britney, or worshipping the queens of the red carpet and the skinny bitches behind a camera!). There is pure talent there, and not necessarily the talent that you make for yourself by having a subscription to Vogue, or trading in your mums vintage for the to-die-for-vintage, or dressing to impress… For me, he was born with it. It’s the air, the blood and all the different organs that put him together and create pure talent-full fabulousness!

Well ya know what, here’s to the men that have come and gone (and stayed!) for the both of us, the fashion faux pas (for the both of us!!) and here’s to the next 50 plus years where this (photographer, stylist, socialite, bitch, editor, realised) man will still be my soul/sole mate… Because no matter what happens I will be wearing my Louboutins as slippers and he might well be taking the trash out in his vintage Hermes.

Love you, DOLL.

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Gladys’ Girl; Norma Jeane

“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.”

Marilyn Monroe’s death, made her the glorified and iconic woman she is today. There are many people who believe she was murdered, as there are many people who believe it was suicide, and there were many people who believe it was a very fatal accident…

Born Norma Jeane Mortensen on the First of June 1926 (making her a Gemini), she was and always will be a Los Angeles, California gal.

Through working in an office, you find things to entertain yourself, especially as I find that I am, in fact, not, a stereotype and need to entertain and create laughter. Therefore we share funny facts, strange sexual jokes, and frustration at the working situation. I came across the ‘fact’ that Marilyn Monroe… had 6 toes on one foot.

Although I am, yes, a Media Studies student and I have done intense research and studies into theories, especially The Beauty Myth, I was left shattered… but shattered, as an 18-year-old girl who looked up to a Hollywood Icon, and although yes, as ‘My Week With Marilyn’ portrays she may not have been perfect mentally; she sure as hell led me to believe she was perfect physically. Over the years I have come to learn things such as; she always wore a bra in bed as they left her looking her best, and without it she felt she looked unflattering; hence why Sarah Jessica Parker always wore bra’s during Sex and the City as Carrie Bradshaw. But this ‘fact’ left me purplexed, unbelieving and with a need to re-justify my love for Marilyn.

She died just two months and 3 days after her birthday. At the ripe age of 36. She has been laid to rest at Westwood Memorial Cemetery in California…


Studio’s claim that her measurements were 37-23-36 inches although her dressmaker claims 35-22-35 inches; what does that say to you about the industry? [What us clever and logical ones already knew!]

Many of these facts I did already know; for example, she was naturally brown haired (but, of course, we all do this and that to our hair, that doesn’t make her different). Marilyn had blue eyes, also the same height at me at 5 feet and 5 and a half inches. It is also claimed she weighed around 118 pounds (which, nowadays would leave her with a Body Mass Index of 19.3, the low end of ‘normal – whatever that is!). Marilyn’s dress size is 12, trousers is 8, shoe size (again the same as me) european 39 [uk6]. Here we go gents…. Bra size: 36 D. Bigger than Miss Katie Price aka Jordan!

Number of toes – 10. (There is a false rumor that she had 6
toes on each foot, but baby pictures show otherwise, and
people who knew her intimately say that she was perfect
in all her measurements and dimensions.)

Social Security Number: 563-32-0764. Phone Numbers at 5th Helena Home: 476-1890 and 472-4830.

So, is she still your (or one of) your icons? Because she certainly is still one of mine!

“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”