Straight up from the prez herself:
Miss Brittney and Amanda Stevens called out Dames for Dreams to participate in the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. On behalf of all of us, as the D4D president, I accepted and also will lead a donation collection to give directly to Alsa.org to support the resarch and assistance for those suffering from this horrible disease otherwise known as the Amytrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), often referred to as "Lou Gehrig's Disease," is a progressive neurodegenerative disease that affects nerve cells in the brain and the spinal cord. I call out The Punknecks, Jason Punkneck & Polly Punkneck, also the Hooten Hallers & the local celebrities of the Hot Roddin' Romeos to do this challenge. You have 24 hours to complete this Ice Bucket Challenge or happily give at least $100.
Watch the video here!
(Sorry loves, I can't do FB embedding. Blogspot don't like it!)
Here's more:
Friday, August 22, 2014
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Frozen Dames, are ya in?
Sweet'n Lo, our fabulous Prez has decided to go ahead and accept the ALS ice bucket challenge on our behalf. She will be donating cash AND doing the icy dip.
Any ladies who are willing to join in the solidarity, please do so. We will be having a massive upload at 9:55pm, please tag D4D.
Personally, since Christi Michelle has kindly decided to be our figure head for the ALS challenge I'll be forking over some cash to her when I see her later on Saturday. I *know* for a fact I won't have the time to meet the challenge and my wallet's a little low on cash at the moment.
The cynical side of me thought this whole thing was a bunch of hullabaloo but after watching a video from an ALS patient and coming to realize what this disease is about made me cry. I too am having issues with doing simple things, like pulling up my pants, turning the key in the car, brushing my hair and teeth. All this has happened due to an injury and after speaking to my doctor last Tuesday, I should regain full mobility and strength in my hand at some point. (And it is you Dames, my lovelies, who have kicked me in the rear and showed me that I can and will continue writing despite the pain. I'll find a way if I ever do have permanent issues, damnit!)
ALS patients will not and cannot get better.
So for those of you who have no desire to do a bucket challenge out of privacy or sheer distate of the cold, please follow a long to the ALS website and donate.
Or, if you'd like, wait along patiently for more details about an upcoming collection on behalf of D4D.
~AnqeIicDemise
Any ladies who are willing to join in the solidarity, please do so. We will be having a massive upload at 9:55pm, please tag D4D.
Personally, since Christi Michelle has kindly decided to be our figure head for the ALS challenge I'll be forking over some cash to her when I see her later on Saturday. I *know* for a fact I won't have the time to meet the challenge and my wallet's a little low on cash at the moment.
ETA: This is the video I mentioned earlier.
ALS patients will not and cannot get better.
So for those of you who have no desire to do a bucket challenge out of privacy or sheer distate of the cold, please follow a long to the ALS website and donate.
Or, if you'd like, wait along patiently for more details about an upcoming collection on behalf of D4D.
~AnqeIicDemise
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Hot August Night, 8/23
17724 15th Ave NE, Shoreline, WA 98155
Dames are still needed to help serve and sell tickets. Head on over to the Event's page on FB to sign up.
Its a family friendly event so bring the whole family over!
--Bonus: Need a little help lookin' presentable? Kathryn N and our Prez, Christi Michelle will be helping dames with quick hair and make up. $5 between 2-4.
August Events
August 9th -23th
Our president, Christy Michelle, had this crazy idea to emulate a photograph that was done not only by supermodels, but the boys from Jackass themselves. The concept is empowerment and embracing WHO you really are. No excuses. No covering up. Forget ALL other beauty standards and love the skin that you are in. We are partnering with Jay & Photography for this project with the goals set for possible Gallery/Magazine Submissions/Calendar Publications. (You can read this blogger's thoughts on this issue by clicking on the hyperlink above)
August 17th
Infest Car Show
Hosted by our sponsors the Rat Bastards Car Club at Kenmore Lanes.
August 23th
Hot August Nights
Our sponsors, the N. Seattle Eagle's Club #4122 are celebrating America's love affair with the good old days. The Club will be hosting a diner event with a need for us dames to be the servers in our pin up style. We will be waiting tables, taking simple orders and delivering their food for two hours.
4p-6p
17724 15th Ave NE, Shoreline, WA 98155
August 30th
Dames for Dreams, 2nd annual Dream Girl Pageant11 Am at Freedom Fest. -- As of 8/20/14 2:37am more contestants are needed. If you're interested, please PM the D4D community page for more information! --
Contestants -- Please check your messages as well as your "Other Box" in your message section. Danielle S. has sent through some very, VERY importante information that needs to be seen ASAP.
Donations for Swag Bags are also needed. Do you, personally, or have friends who have goods that can be donated?
Items requested, but not restricted to:
- Cosmetics and Hair supplies
- Gift Certificates
- Hand made items
- "coupons" for local and related businesses
- Clothing
**IN GENERAL**
"I'm also in need of all our super fun D4D selfies, if you have pictures of dames at and about having fun before or after any of events...or even just on your own time...send them my way!" - Danielle S.
The Power of She
Growing up, I hated myself. I hated the dimples on my thighs, the way my nails refused to grow, the rainbow colored tan I sported (ladies, I had seven different shades going on, okay? Turns out when you're out in the sun and wear different uniforms you'll end up with some oddly shaped tan lines.) the scar above my lip where a beauty mark should be... let us not talk about the tuft of dark hair that one lovely boy who shall remain nameless professed to be thicker than his own mustache.
I couldn't see me for who I was. I was too preoccupied with a very myopic view of my life that, unfortunately, only made my despair that much more hard to deal with. By the time I was seventeen, my forearms, thighs and breasts told a dark, frightening story that made friends pale in worry. I was careful, oh so careful, to keep my body hidden. And on the day that a friend saw what I'd done, I swore her to secrecy. (You can read more about it here: I hated using a mirror )
I wish I could say that I haven't sliced myself ever again, but that would be a lie. I wish I could say that I *love me* stretch marks and self-inflicted scars and all, but again, that would be a lie. And if there is anything I hate in my life more than anything else is a liar.
The truth is, I am a human being. I have my moments of weakness where I will curl up in a ball and cry for hours. There are days when I look at myself in the mirror -- and yes, I still hate doing it sometimes as I have a tendency to hyperfocus on my flaws, real or imagined-- and I just want to cry. Though I have to admit those days are coming less and less frequently. I do everything I can to surround myself with positive influences.
And why? Because I want to see myself the way my husband sees me. I want to love myself the way he loves me. I want to be me and not worry about the dimples, the scars or the fat rolls.
This year has been hard for me. I've had some rather big changes and for any of you who are reading this who *know* me, I am not very fond of change. I got a new apartment, a new job -- a new cat as of almost a year ago. (That in itself was huge, as I'd been mourning Tabu for over a year!) My confidence, while it had gotten pretty damn 'sexy', as my husband likes to say, started to waver.
I took a pretty serious fall about a month ago and I've just been moping ever since. I can't paint. I haven't written anything in a year. My clothes don't fit anymore because I GAINED weight. I have a hard time taking care of Slayer (That would be this wild mane atop my head, and yes, he does have a name. Doesn't yours?) so he sits there in a bun all day and breaks things in anger. Fuck, some days I can't even put on my bra!
Knowing I was feeling like CRAP and that one of my dreams was to do a model for a pin up shoot, my own, personal Dame told me about Dames for Dreams.... and The Power of She.
This is a group of women who strengthen their community by empowering fellow ladies. They build them up instead of breaking them down. They get together and help *everyone* as best as they can and I can say, this attitude is euphoric. Just listening to her talk about what these women have done for each other has gotten me thinking a lot lately.
Cat also went on to remind me about my passion of writing and my passion for showing the world that there IS beauty in everyone of us regardless of how our outsides look. (Anyone else find wrinkles sexy as fuck?) It is the inside that matters, yes, but sometimes, that ugly outside is only ugly because we can't see it for what it is. And before I knew it, she'd put my name down on the list for The Power of she photo shoot. Why? Because she knows I want to do a 'Real Shapes' shoot with Emma Booth from Light Fantastic -- a nude study in light and shadow.
What is "The Power of She"?
It is a photo shoot of implied or true nudity that takes the blinders off and let us women see that we are beautiful. We have come into this world with the bodies we have and they are beautiful. Freckles. Dimples. Scars. Rolls. Grey hair. Color hair. Tattoos. All imperfections and flaws, collectively, make us whole and that, my friends, make us gorgeous for really, the body, is a wonderful thing.
There will be photo shoots of multiple ladies, I believe 5-7 at a time, for a total of four shoots. MY scheduled day is in three days.
Yes. Me. The girl who wore long-sleeves and unflattering clothes for more than half her life is going to bear it all. Except this shot won't let me hide in the shadows at all.
So, here I am, overweight, covered in scars and stretchmarks looking at myself in front of the mirror. My boobs sag awkwardly -- as real, 40K bobs aught to do. If I turn ever so slightly I see dimples. I hide my swollen, stiff, almost useless arm behind myself for a bit. I want to cry, but I don't. For the first time in my life I'm starting to see a little sliver of the picture that my husband sees when he looks at me.
And speaking of the guy who thinks I'm hot cakes regardless of what I wear or don't wear have to say that his wife is going to be tastefully nude with a bunch of other women and potentially have the prints shared with the world?
'Its about damned time.'
HAH! I love that guy.
I couldn't see me for who I was. I was too preoccupied with a very myopic view of my life that, unfortunately, only made my despair that much more hard to deal with. By the time I was seventeen, my forearms, thighs and breasts told a dark, frightening story that made friends pale in worry. I was careful, oh so careful, to keep my body hidden. And on the day that a friend saw what I'd done, I swore her to secrecy. (You can read more about it here: I hated using a mirror )
I wish I could say that I haven't sliced myself ever again, but that would be a lie. I wish I could say that I *love me* stretch marks and self-inflicted scars and all, but again, that would be a lie. And if there is anything I hate in my life more than anything else is a liar.
The truth is, I am a human being. I have my moments of weakness where I will curl up in a ball and cry for hours. There are days when I look at myself in the mirror -- and yes, I still hate doing it sometimes as I have a tendency to hyperfocus on my flaws, real or imagined-- and I just want to cry. Though I have to admit those days are coming less and less frequently. I do everything I can to surround myself with positive influences.
And why? Because I want to see myself the way my husband sees me. I want to love myself the way he loves me. I want to be me and not worry about the dimples, the scars or the fat rolls.
This year has been hard for me. I've had some rather big changes and for any of you who are reading this who *know* me, I am not very fond of change. I got a new apartment, a new job -- a new cat as of almost a year ago. (That in itself was huge, as I'd been mourning Tabu for over a year!) My confidence, while it had gotten pretty damn 'sexy', as my husband likes to say, started to waver.
I took a pretty serious fall about a month ago and I've just been moping ever since. I can't paint. I haven't written anything in a year. My clothes don't fit anymore because I GAINED weight. I have a hard time taking care of Slayer (That would be this wild mane atop my head, and yes, he does have a name. Doesn't yours?) so he sits there in a bun all day and breaks things in anger. Fuck, some days I can't even put on my bra!
Knowing I was feeling like CRAP and that one of my dreams was to do a model for a pin up shoot, my own, personal Dame told me about Dames for Dreams.... and The Power of She.
This is a group of women who strengthen their community by empowering fellow ladies. They build them up instead of breaking them down. They get together and help *everyone* as best as they can and I can say, this attitude is euphoric. Just listening to her talk about what these women have done for each other has gotten me thinking a lot lately.
Cat also went on to remind me about my passion of writing and my passion for showing the world that there IS beauty in everyone of us regardless of how our outsides look. (Anyone else find wrinkles sexy as fuck?) It is the inside that matters, yes, but sometimes, that ugly outside is only ugly because we can't see it for what it is. And before I knew it, she'd put my name down on the list for The Power of she photo shoot. Why? Because she knows I want to do a 'Real Shapes' shoot with Emma Booth from Light Fantastic -- a nude study in light and shadow.
What is "The Power of She"?
It is a photo shoot of implied or true nudity that takes the blinders off and let us women see that we are beautiful. We have come into this world with the bodies we have and they are beautiful. Freckles. Dimples. Scars. Rolls. Grey hair. Color hair. Tattoos. All imperfections and flaws, collectively, make us whole and that, my friends, make us gorgeous for really, the body, is a wonderful thing.
There will be photo shoots of multiple ladies, I believe 5-7 at a time, for a total of four shoots. MY scheduled day is in three days.
Yes. Me. The girl who wore long-sleeves and unflattering clothes for more than half her life is going to bear it all. Except this shot won't let me hide in the shadows at all.
So, here I am, overweight, covered in scars and stretchmarks looking at myself in front of the mirror. My boobs sag awkwardly -- as real, 40K bobs aught to do. If I turn ever so slightly I see dimples. I hide my swollen, stiff, almost useless arm behind myself for a bit. I want to cry, but I don't. For the first time in my life I'm starting to see a little sliver of the picture that my husband sees when he looks at me.
And speaking of the guy who thinks I'm hot cakes regardless of what I wear or don't wear have to say that his wife is going to be tastefully nude with a bunch of other women and potentially have the prints shared with the world?
'Its about damned time.'
HAH! I love that guy.
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