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Last week on Facebook, Tumblr and Twitter we asked you if you consider freckles to be a mark of beauty? Over 14,400 responses later, and the results are in…
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This Sunday (September 11th) our special in-studio guests will be singer/songwriter Daniel Ahearn, who’ll be premiering some brand new tracks on the show, and Alexia Rodriguez of the Arizona-based band Eyes Set To Kill, who have just released a new album, White Lotus.
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by Laurelin
I don’t like writing when I’m angry. I suppose there is technically something therapeutic about allowing the words to pour from your pen, furiously scribbled thoughts pressed hard into the paper rather than the controlled sentences I usually produce. I am never proud of what I write when I’m angry. I still do it every once in a while I guess; some things just need to be let out so they can be released and hopefully not felt anymore. I remember writing when my heart had been broken, when I was longing for something different, when I was so inspired by something beautiful or sad, but I do not write very often when I’m angry anymore.
When I was younger I was angry a lot. I was easily hurt and I wasn’t able to see the bigger picture. As I got older I developed a little more sense and realized that every little thing that happened would eventually pass. Each hurt that came to my life would make its mark, and each day after that it would hurt a little less, until one day it became just a memory. Some memories and aches are sharper than others, like remembering something terrible I said and didn’t mean makes me cringe, but you take it with a grain of salt. I learned to think before I speak, and that a heartfelt apology goes a long way.
Other memories, like songs, are different. There are some songs that invoke such powerful memories of certain places and people that when I close my eyes I can almost go back in time. I can smell, touch, hear certain things, some happy, some impossibly sad. When I hear “Hey, Jupiter” by Tori Amos I am 14 years old in a bed and breakfast in Stratford, England. I smell lavender on my pillow and in the sheets every time I move as I drift off to sleep. It was my last family vacation before my younger brother got really sick and the whole family was out, it was just me in this beautiful place. Lavender and Tori Amos always make me smile.
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Artist / SG Member Name: Jenn Lloyd / Hotcurry
Mission Statement: I seek to celebrate beauty in all its forms with bold design and a touch of whimsy.
Medium: Acrylic on canvas.
Aesthetic: Vector art minus the computer. I work by hand to create lines and shapes that represent images. I lack a basic understanding of most things technical. While amazed at the designs artists were coming up with via Photoshop, I worked the only way I knew how –– old school. Everything I make is done with pencil, pen or paint, and remains untouched by computers.
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A column which highlights Suicide Girls and their fave groups.
This week, Haydin Suicide takes us for a spin around SG’s Ballet Group.
Members: 317 / Comments: 776
by Mimmi Suicide
The Kitchen is one of the groups that most frequently comes up when I ask Suicide Girls to pick their fave SG hangouts for our ongoing ‘Group Therapy‘ series. We’ve therefore decided to start a new recipe column culled from the culinary brain trust in SG’s Kitchen. In this first post, smokin’ hot Mimmi Suicide shows us how to make her signature dish, Vegan Chili with Guacamole. – Nicole Powers, SG Ed
Mimmi Suicide’s Vegan Chili with Guacamole
This is Suicide Girl Mimmi. I love cooking, so I’m really excited about the new blog series! This recipe is for my go-to-meal and comfort food, which I have cooked many, many times. It was the first vegan meal I ever cooked, and is loved by my vegan and omnivore friends alike. Please note that, until now, this recipe has only existed in my head, so I hope the measurements all work out 😉
by SG’s Team Agony feat. Dalila, Kraven and Sassie!
Let us answer life’s questions – because great advice is even better when it comes from SuicideGirls.
Q: I have been married for 4 months and my wife is 7 months pregnant. (We got engaged before pregnancy.) My wife is pretty much turned off to sex at this point. I understand she’s uncomfortable and maybe not in the mood, but she is entirely turned off to the point where we haven’t had relations in 3 weeks, and it was dwindling leading up to the current drought.
I’m trying to be supportive, but in doing so, my needs as a man have been completely shut out. She doesn’t work right now, and I’m working 65+ hours a week busting my ass on a trash truck. My company is about to be bought out, which means I go from being number one driver to bottom of the food chain. I’m mighty stressed out and her not giving up the booty is just adding to it.
I am being shut out on all levels of sexual contact. No old fashioned. No oral favors. Nothing! I’m trying to be supportive of her and not push it but at this point I’m thinking I’m not getting laid till Christmas. Please help! What should I do?
