This November my blog will be 16 years old. To celebrate I am asking you my readers to submit a Guest Post for my blog as a way of celebrating our connectedness as a community through social media.
I hope you will send me your story or at least a glimpse into your life (please send your story and JPEG photos to my email then I will post them to my blog. This will introduce you to one another.
Many of you are feeling shy, or worse not worthy as if there is a prize for the best life lived. I hope, truly hope, you will take a leap of faith in telling me and my readers about yourself, a cherished memory, a recipe, a hobby, what inspires you, what you dream about, and more importantly how are you? What are you living with or through right now?
Your story, as all of our stories, are one, interconnected by the weaver, the river, the dreamer, the wind, the path as we are on moving forward to the light. Please consider sharing a bit of yourself with me.
Thank you in advance for being part of French la Vie / Tongue in Cheek.
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As a little girl, I grew up dreaming of being a mama with a happy little family, a white picket fence, and a "Suzy Homemaker" lifestyle. I got married at 18 and had 3 babies by the time I was 21. The last thing I expected was to end up single, with 3 small children, pregnant, and in poor health by the time I was 27. Life wasn't easy, but I was a dedicated mom, I worked hard and we survived. I didn't sleep much and sometimes I had two or three jobs, but the one thing I never lost was my creativity. You could always find me doing macrame, painting, sewing, beading, or crocheting–making something to sell or to make my home cute. It was the 1960s and I was the ultimate flower-child mama. If I could dream about it, I would try it!
In the summer of 1984, I was introduced to two gorgeous college boys. They were twins with bodies that appeared to have been carved out of mahogany, and they were working their way through college as male exotic dancers. Although they were recognized as great stage performers, they were quite humble and shy, therefore not good at promoting themselves. I became their surrogate mom, and I wanted to help them become more successful. And, of course, I had "ideas". Thus I began my journey into
the world of male exotic dancers.
I had jokingly referred to Mark and Max as my "double chocolate fudge brownies". This got me thinking–there were plenty of sexy male calendars being sold at the time, but why couldn't I publish a "cookbook" with photos of beautiful men attached to recipes with catchy names? So I got down to business; I hired a photographer, started collecting recipes, printed up business cards, and began my quest to find beautiful young men. It wasn't hard, California was filled with them and all my girlfriends carried my cards to freely give out to every handsome man they saw. (What an icebreaker!)
Long story short, as the guys met each other at photoshoots, etc. the concept of our own touring dance troupe evolved and before you know it, California Big Hunks was born and in time, a video was published. Although, at times, as the Big Hunks Mama, it was like herding a bunch of teenage girls, I was able to help young men financially, to provide entertainment, and to have lots of fun, all because I wasn't afraid to be creative and try something outrageous.
My message is this: dream big,
try new things,
help others,
have fun,
life is short!
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California Big Hunks (sidenote: look for Dixie)
Questions, I have a million!
Are they other videos?
"We only did one video and it was sold on 8 track (tee hee) so, if it's online it's likely some kind of copy Jay Leno used part of it with one of the dancers with his own face dubbed in, some time ago."
Do you keep in touch (pun not intended wink) with any of those hunks guys?
I am occasionally in touch with Michael. Those guys are in their 50s now. ?
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