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Models Beware

 Hello Everyone...
I feel I need to share this with EVERYONE, not just with the sick and twisted, discussing pervert who posted it.

Folks, once upon a time I modeled for this guy. We did a couple of outdoor location shoots and one studio shoot. Some of the shots turned out to be my favorite from my career. 


I am appalled at what I see. I take pride in being a classy sort of person, but this person takes pride in turning every-day women into common whores and meaningless collections of personal smut for his naughty-bank. Still the women flock to him for photoshoots. Why? Because he's free. WHY is he free? Because he's not A PHOTOGRAPHER. He's A PERVERT!

TO Richie Bravo:

Your words in the screen shot below just sealed the deal for me. Now, I know without a doubt, that I will NEVER model for you again.

You don't respect those you work with. You're in it for your own sick and twisted pleasure, not to make the girls feel like models. Not to make money. Not to be a respected professional in your industry. But because at night, when you're done with the photoshoot, you have pleasant thoughts to yourself about how naked you made a girl get, because she was so desperate to be a model and you just happened to have a camera. You prey on those with insecurities who are trying so desperately to overcome them. You hand them props and lingerie, and tell them to take their clothes off.


I see right through you. Eventually all the other girls will too. 
How do you face yourself in the mirror every day???!


I was asked a few good questions (interview style) and my answers were creative enough I wanted to share them...

My favorite food at thanksgiving - 
These days my diet is unfortunately limited due to an "internal error" as I like to call it. I have something called Crohn's disease and it limits what I can eat by quite a bit. When I could eat anything I wanted without knowing there were permanent consequences, my favorite was my mothers gibblet gravy. I would have it on the turkey, stuffing, potatoes - even a bit on the green bean casserole. The texture, the taste, the experience of having a bit of each at each fork full - just the thought of it takes me back to a simpler, and yet far more complicated, time of my life. But I must say, the thing I miss most is the sense of family. I haven't had a holiday with my own family since I was 17 years old, and those were unfortunately unhappy times. The last happy holiday I had with my family would have been more than half my lifetime ago now. I miss the meal prayer when we all held hands. I miss the way my mother would chase me out of the kitchen all day, threatening me with a wooden spoon and a smile.  I miss when she would call me back in to slice apples for a pie. I miss my fathers stupid jokes and hearty laugh. I miss my brother getting excited about pouring our koolaid in preparation for the meal. I miss having a family... 

Favorite time of day -

That depends on where in the world I am and what time if year it is. When I lived in Scotland my favorite time of day was in January in the early morning before the sun came up. The world was still and silent. I was happy then.  The world was magical and beautiful with a fresh coat of snow across everything as far as the eye could see. It clung to the branches and rooftops. There were no sounds that did not echo softly against the sweetly fallen fresh, clean snow. The flakes would continue to fall in large, round flakes, making an audible 'Pat!' when they finally touched down. It was awe inspiring and I finally understood Robert Burns' poetry. 

But living in California my favorite time of day is sunset. To look across the rooftops and see the sun touch down onto the Pacific Ocean, to almost hear it sizzle as the water cools the glowing orb, to long to reach out and rescue it from it's 12 hours of slumber... there's something so sad and yet so thrilling about the sunset. One general type of person goes to bed and another sort begins to hit the streets, ready to socialize. But the sun casts its glowing colors of fire and warmth across the sky even after its gone from our view, its final gift each night. 

Travel List
I would love to spend more time in Paris. Three days just wasn't enough! London is also tops on my list, as I've only spent one day there and have newly acquired adopted family over there (When one doesn't have a family of their own, one acquires a family wherever one can). But add to that list Giza, Rio de Janeiro, Istanbul, Rome, Pompeii and Herculaneum, Athens, Crete, Melbourne and Sydney, New York City, Chicago, the Highlands of Scotland, more of Ireland, Alaska, Bangkok and Tokyo... and you have te beginning of my list. I'm sure you now have a broad understanding as to why I became a flight attendant. I want to see the world!! All of life is magical and beautiful if we know how to look at it, and that's a special skill I acquired long ago. I died in a surgery long ago and my entire perspective on life changed as a result. There is no longer anything dark that lives within me... I don't have a dark side and a light side anymore. All I have is a soul grateful to be alive and willing to enjoy everything imaginable with a zest incomprehensible by most, not to be compared with anyone or anything else in existence. 

I'm a creative writer as a hobby, and my goal here was to bring you into my world and show you things as I see them if only for a moment. I hope I've succeeded...

Asiana 777 Crash

Seeing an airline crash of this magnitude only helps to reinforce the fact I need to review my emergency procedures and commands section of my manual. Those passengers are alive BECAUSE of the crew members onboard and the emergency responders on the ground. 

Prayers for the families and victims. So far reports are 22 in critical condition, six of them being children. 

Response to an Email

You had some very good questions for me and I would love to answer every one of them...

I use the term "long ago" not as a measure of time, but as a measure of maturity and miles.  I'm a different person than I was when I modeled, though still so much the same.  Life's circumstances have changed so much about me and my outlook on certain aspects of life - including the wonderful gift of never judging people by their outward appearance, but by their heart.  I modeled for Harley Davidson Motorclothes a few years ago, but that's such a small part of my life that it's not really a part of who I am, so when I look back on it, it seems so much more a distant memory than some of my most vivid memories of my mid-teen years.  I left the modeling industry because I'm scarred, imperfect and proud of it.  I also got too old.  It's a cutthroat industry, and if you're not a big name by the age of 24, you're washed up and long in the tooth.  Seems silly and impractical to me.  That was also about 40lbs ago... I don't feel like starving myself anymore to fit the generalization of what we as a society consider to be beautiful.  I am me.  I have a heart and a soul too big for my body to contain, so trying to fit it all into a size 2 jeans just doesn't really suit me as a person anymore.  I'd rather have Rita Hayworth's curves and pride than Paris Hilton's vapid expression or Calista Flockhart's anorexic frame. 
My father was military so we moved around a lot.  I'm not really 'from' anywhere.  I was born in Germany, but I'm not German.  Los Angeles is the longest I've ever lived anywhere in my life, so these days I call it home.  I didn't go to college for very long, I'm afraid.  I went to Pasadena City College for Physics, but at the time I was working three jobs as well, trying to put my ex-husband through school.  The classes I took were more of a hobby at the time, rather than anything I would have time to take seriously.  Someday I hope to take much more school classes, but for now I'm lucky to make ends meet.  That's ultimately what brought me to the website. 

Being a flight attendant is the perfect job for me.  We all start out at Reserve status, but I'm hoping to be what we call a "line holder" within the year, two at the most. 

I wouldn't say I've had a charmed life, exactly.  I was a teen runaway, constantly searching for a better life.  I'm basically alone in the world with few family who care and few friends to speak of.  It's all been through sheer luck, hard work, determination and kindness that I've been able to do the amazing things I've done.  I've made some great friends over the years, but they're so spread out these days that I hardly ever see them.  I never really tried to dine with stars or go to red carpet events, or even attend embassy dinners.  They all just sort of...  happened.  When the opportunities presented themselves, who was I to say no?  It's been by the grace of God that my life has turned out the way it has.  I've had high points and I've had equally low points - and I'd need a scale of novel proportions to discover which there are more of, but I know which one has more weight in my life.  I don't dwell on the bad things, and take them all as a positive, because they've all turned me into the person I am today.  And I love my life.