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*giggles* Live From the Grind
Does anyone remember the guy I used to tweet about going to the gym and getting some head? Well...that was the man who snuck in on me as I was snapping myself after my workout. He is single now. *rubs hands together*
Probably as close as ill get to Mr. Marcus so...this will have to do.
#PROGRESS: GYM
From now on, I will post my gym pics to my blog vs. My plixi/twitter. Why not pile em all on here? Y'all can watch the progression with me.
North vs. South
I KNOW it has been a while...well, this is my first blog of the year BUT I'm here and will be heavy with the game from now on so expect a daily post from now on.
To kick off my first blog of the year, I want y'all to chime in and tell me what y'all feel about a theory that I've come to know and believe is true. Before we start, there is no right or wrong answer and i want to hear from the men and women so once you read it, please re-post.
Everyone that knows or knows of me know that I am a Southern woman. Born in Texas, raised in Kentucky and fed in Alabama. Out of my 25 years of life, I have met many people from several walks of life. Out of the, possibly, thousands of people that I have met, the ones that have stuck in my memory are from the North and the South.
Now...here is my theory. I believe that it is destined for a Northern man or woman to be with a Southern man or woman in order to be truly happy and equally fulfilled in life. If I made someone mad, my apologies to your feelings. I don't take back what I said but I will explain.
-Women down South are the 'I ran your bath water; would you like a back rub too', "I ironed your shirts for the week', 'Went in at 7, got off at 4, went home & made dinner; collard greens, black eyed peas, rice, baked chicken, cornbread & baked a Peach Cobbler' type women.
-Women from the North are the 'fist in the air', 'what do I look like, your maid', 'I just worked all day, did you really think I was going to come in and slave over a stove for you?' type women.
This is all stereotypical. We know everyone isn't like this so don't be offended
I know for a fact how, as a Southerner, we are raised to be able to take care of ourselves and our family in a more nurturing sense. There was no specific role that we were given; our mothers/fathers/parents taught [men and women alike] how to do EVERYTHING. We were bred to know how to cook, clean, hunt, fish, clean the fish, fix a tire, change the oil, know the difference between a Phillips screwdriver and a monkey wrench; name it, we've been shown how to do it.
Now, we all know that a relationship should be as balanced as possible.
If I were to approach a Southern man & we had the 'what can you bring to the table' conversation...it would not go well because just as I can cook his breakfast, lunch and dinner, so can he. Just as I can iron & wash his clothes, he can do the same thing. He doesn't need me. The shoe would be on the same foot if the roles were reversed because, again, our parents taught us this as we came up.
If I were to approach a Northern man & we had the 'what can you bring to the table' conversation, I would be able to somewhat complete him, being that he was raised to get out and work and probably didn't have what I was given as he came up so, me waking him every morning with breakfast, him coming home to a spotless house, bath drawn and a hot dinner on the table would be 'out of the norm' for him because, again, that's not what a woman that he is used to up North would typically do.
Same thing with the women. If a Southern man was to approach a Northern woman and have that 'what can you bring to the table' conversation, they would most likely complete each other. He doesn't have to ask her to cook. He can cook for her and him. Her tire blew? He knows exactly what to do. That way, he doesn't take her out of her comfort zone and make her conform to a lifestyle that she isn't used to & she can still be the head strong, power 'I GOT IT' woman that she is.
Feel how you want; I can't impress a Southern man because to him, I am just another version of his mother and seriously...no man wants to screw his mother.
Comment. Agree? Disagree? Want to kill me? Say what you feel. Now is the time.
www.theemilyexperience.com
To kick off my first blog of the year, I want y'all to chime in and tell me what y'all feel about a theory that I've come to know and believe is true. Before we start, there is no right or wrong answer and i want to hear from the men and women so once you read it, please re-post.
Everyone that knows or knows of me know that I am a Southern woman. Born in Texas, raised in Kentucky and fed in Alabama. Out of my 25 years of life, I have met many people from several walks of life. Out of the, possibly, thousands of people that I have met, the ones that have stuck in my memory are from the North and the South.
Now...here is my theory. I believe that it is destined for a Northern man or woman to be with a Southern man or woman in order to be truly happy and equally fulfilled in life. If I made someone mad, my apologies to your feelings. I don't take back what I said but I will explain.
-Women down South are the 'I ran your bath water; would you like a back rub too', "I ironed your shirts for the week', 'Went in at 7, got off at 4, went home & made dinner; collard greens, black eyed peas, rice, baked chicken, cornbread & baked a Peach Cobbler' type women.
-Women from the North are the 'fist in the air', 'what do I look like, your maid', 'I just worked all day, did you really think I was going to come in and slave over a stove for you?' type women.
This is all stereotypical. We know everyone isn't like this so don't be offended
I know for a fact how, as a Southerner, we are raised to be able to take care of ourselves and our family in a more nurturing sense. There was no specific role that we were given; our mothers/fathers/parents taught [men and women alike] how to do EVERYTHING. We were bred to know how to cook, clean, hunt, fish, clean the fish, fix a tire, change the oil, know the difference between a Phillips screwdriver and a monkey wrench; name it, we've been shown how to do it.
Now, we all know that a relationship should be as balanced as possible.
If I were to approach a Southern man & we had the 'what can you bring to the table' conversation...it would not go well because just as I can cook his breakfast, lunch and dinner, so can he. Just as I can iron & wash his clothes, he can do the same thing. He doesn't need me. The shoe would be on the same foot if the roles were reversed because, again, our parents taught us this as we came up.
If I were to approach a Northern man & we had the 'what can you bring to the table' conversation, I would be able to somewhat complete him, being that he was raised to get out and work and probably didn't have what I was given as he came up so, me waking him every morning with breakfast, him coming home to a spotless house, bath drawn and a hot dinner on the table would be 'out of the norm' for him because, again, that's not what a woman that he is used to up North would typically do.
Same thing with the women. If a Southern man was to approach a Northern woman and have that 'what can you bring to the table' conversation, they would most likely complete each other. He doesn't have to ask her to cook. He can cook for her and him. Her tire blew? He knows exactly what to do. That way, he doesn't take her out of her comfort zone and make her conform to a lifestyle that she isn't used to & she can still be the head strong, power 'I GOT IT' woman that she is.
Feel how you want; I can't impress a Southern man because to him, I am just another version of his mother and seriously...no man wants to screw his mother.
Comment. Agree? Disagree? Want to kill me? Say what you feel. Now is the time.
www.theemilyexperience.com
Friday, November 5, 2010
#thickskin
This week, I got the most disturbing call. A good friend of mine in tears and the only thing she could say was ' I quit ' That gut wrenching feeling of regret, remorse and wrath ran through my body in an instant. I vividly remember making that same phone call to a friend of mine years ago. She didn't even have to tell me what happened. I already knew.
"I was at a photoshoot." "He was oiling me up and he stuck his tongue in my ass." "I was posing and another man that I didn't know was coming was standing behind me trying to take pictures with his phone." "Then he felt me up when I never wanted him to touch me in the first place." "The photographer just stood there with his dick hard." "I had to leave because I was in fear of what would happen next."
Imagine that happening to your wife. Girlfriend. Mother. Daughter. How would you feel someone took one of your loved ones out of their comfort zone and violated them. If they don't deserve it, then why do we?
I will never forget. I was at a shoot in Atlanta. Photog gave me no issues on day one. Day two...
he made sure the house was empty. Called me to come shoot again...pressed up against me and had me against a wall. The tears began to fall. I had just seen his wife. Played his his daughter the day before. All I could say is "I don't want to do this." I knew that he would respect my wishes, let me gather my things and let me leave. Never did I expect a well seasoned, well known photographer wipe the tears from my eyes & whisper in my ear " Either give it to me or I'll take it." The tears came even more. I was in an awkward place. Who's to say that I said no again that he wouldnt drag me into his bed room and shoot me and say he caught me stealing. Maybe he would take all of my belongings and kick me out of his studio in the buff...Who would i call? If I couldn't trust this man, who could I trust? Those two minutes changed my life. It changed my outlook on trust. On life.
I want every woman to notice the signs EARLY. I was lucky. The next model may not be.
NEVER GO TO A SHOOT ALONE.
If a photographer cannot respect the fact that you'd rather have an escort for your safety/ trust and tell you that you can have no escort on a shoot, FIND ANOTHER PHOTOGRAPHER.
THICK SKIN. GOTTA HAVE IT IN THIS INDUSTRY. WHAT OR WHO DOESN'T KILL YOU WILL ONLY MAKE YOU STRONGER.
- No regrets
Emily Camille
www.theemilyexperience.com
"I was at a photoshoot." "He was oiling me up and he stuck his tongue in my ass." "I was posing and another man that I didn't know was coming was standing behind me trying to take pictures with his phone." "Then he felt me up when I never wanted him to touch me in the first place." "The photographer just stood there with his dick hard." "I had to leave because I was in fear of what would happen next."
Imagine that happening to your wife. Girlfriend. Mother. Daughter. How would you feel someone took one of your loved ones out of their comfort zone and violated them. If they don't deserve it, then why do we?
I will never forget. I was at a shoot in Atlanta. Photog gave me no issues on day one. Day two...
he made sure the house was empty. Called me to come shoot again...pressed up against me and had me against a wall. The tears began to fall. I had just seen his wife. Played his his daughter the day before. All I could say is "I don't want to do this." I knew that he would respect my wishes, let me gather my things and let me leave. Never did I expect a well seasoned, well known photographer wipe the tears from my eyes & whisper in my ear " Either give it to me or I'll take it." The tears came even more. I was in an awkward place. Who's to say that I said no again that he wouldnt drag me into his bed room and shoot me and say he caught me stealing. Maybe he would take all of my belongings and kick me out of his studio in the buff...Who would i call? If I couldn't trust this man, who could I trust? Those two minutes changed my life. It changed my outlook on trust. On life.
I want every woman to notice the signs EARLY. I was lucky. The next model may not be.
NEVER GO TO A SHOOT ALONE.
If a photographer cannot respect the fact that you'd rather have an escort for your safety/ trust and tell you that you can have no escort on a shoot, FIND ANOTHER PHOTOGRAPHER.
THICK SKIN. GOTTA HAVE IT IN THIS INDUSTRY. WHAT OR WHO DOESN'T KILL YOU WILL ONLY MAKE YOU STRONGER.
- No regrets
Emily Camille
www.theemilyexperience.com
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
#Random "Say what?"
I am a bartender at a night club in Alabama. One night, while I am walking into my job, I look up and I am staring into the face of my very first boyfriend/the guy who took my...V. Then I looked down and saw how much he had...spread. Well, the club I work at is owned by his family. Being that I had not seen him in at least 4 years, I had failed to tell his people/my co-workers about 'us'. Well, the next day, his aunt pulled me to the side and said, "Do he got a big one?" So, of course I am in a daze from her question and she clues me in (in an auntie manner) of how small he was as a baby and she seriously asked me if it was still small when I got with him. Sadly, it was. I wasn't raised around boys so I didn't know how it worked but if it is small as a baby, apparently, not much changes. I hope he never reads this. If he does...Sorry, she asked. -shrugs-
No Regrets
Emily Camille
www.theemilyexperience.com
No Regrets
Emily Camille
www.theemilyexperience.com
Thursday, September 30, 2010
"...because you are too thick"
I was given the ever so rare opportunity to have a one on one phone conversation with the owner of an Urban magazine today. To make an ever so long excuse short, here is the gist of the conversation: "Emily, you have a great look and an out of this world body but i just can't publish you because it will put me out of business you are TOO thick. There wouldn't be many if any other women out here that would be able to follow in your footsteps so I have to stick to the women that can give me more than one issue. So unfortunately, it would be bad for business on my end to work with you." So, of course I had to ask, "So, in layman's terms, it's more fake big booty girls than real ones and you can't work with the real ones because it would upset the fake ones to the point where they won't work with you?" His reply: "Basically."
It just doesn't pay to be real anymore. Literally.
No regrets-
Emily Camille
www.theemilyexperience.com
It just doesn't pay to be real anymore. Literally.
No regrets-
Emily Camille
www.theemilyexperience.com
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Perfume #random
Logged on to my blog and to the right hand side, I noticed an ad for one of the websites that I buy my perfume from; www.fragrancenet.com! Need your perfume or cologne at a deeply discounted rate? Click the link. 100% real. Comes in original packaging, film wrapped and all (unless you decide to buy it out of the box). Can't find a fragrance that you fell in love with a while back, go to the site and they will GET IT FOR YOU! Cant ask for better customer service than that.
www.theemilyexperience.com
www.theemilyexperience.com
Monday, September 27, 2010
Racist. #random
I'm at the gym. When I pulled up, I was the only one there so I left my purse in my vehicle. To set up the scenario, all it contained was my license, eye drops and my MAC (makeup). After being in the gym for an hour or so, I go to the front of the building only to notice the POLICE looking in my window and a blonde in her droptop BMW crying her eyes out! So, I go outside and the officer yells at me to open my car. I ask him why and then I hear this girl on the phone in complete hysterics say, "She stole my makeup!" Being the nigga that I can be sometimes, I started to laugh! So, while I am opening my door and pulling out my purse, this bitch runs up behind me and screams to the top of her lungs as if that would hurt me and once again, I laughed in her face yet again. Now, her parents and 2 other police cars have shown up. So, I reach into my purse, pull out the make up and I smear MY NC50 on this hoe's face in every place imaginable. So, now, this crying, screaming, blonde hair, blue eyed 6 foot, beamer driving chick looks as if she had just finished playing in mud. She looks at her mother and THIS heifer says, "I'm not sure if that's your color, honey." #noshit
www.theemilyexperience.com
www.theemilyexperience.com
Thursday, September 23, 2010
The Funniest Thing EVER #random
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#random
Four words: STEP YO GAME UP
I had 39 bottles of perfume and i noticed that number has dwindled down to...under 10 because of reasons unbeknownst to me SO it is back to the lab.
Armani. #enuffsaid
Wanna take a sniff at what i would smell like if i passed you? Hit your nearest mall or LEGIT perfume store. Niggas havent figured out how to turn this one into a body oil yet. Sowwy.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
ALWAYS BE PREPARED #RANDOM
Pour this on a bed and watch a photographers eyes light up. Hell, you may see more than that get happy. For a photog that is serious about his ish...this is eye porn because it offers so many options. Take it from a chick who didnt understand the difference in over and underwhelming. Ok, this is overkill for a day of shopping but this is the idea cuz About a year ago, i solely depended on just having a big butt to push me through to the next round. It pushes more photogs away.
Show up to a shoot underprepared and the photog doesnt care...he just wanted to smash in the first place.
PS-to my fans, friends and stalkers, you see what i like. My po box address is on my site.
No regrets --
Emily Camille
Yes? No? Maybe So?
Now, the question still remains... #yes #no #maybeso
#supportingblackownedbusinesses
Disrespectful!
Don't you HATE it when someone KNOWS that there is a 99.9% possibility that you are asleep but they still have the audacity to BURST into your room, peel back the covers, shake you and say, "You sleep?" *sigh*
It is 8:15 am CST and for those that follow me on Twitter already KNOW that if Emily Camille and the Sun were in a race to see who would stay up the longest, the Sun would win by default because she will have forgotten that she was racing...Back to the story.
My phone rang at 8. I answer in the most drunkenly sleep state that I could have, to a voice that I have not heard from in at least a year; by choice. I told y'all in my first blog how I did this oh so 'GRANDIOSE' shoot in Miami and was shopping them to be published. Well, it was a publisher. So I jumped up, like, cheered up my voice and I may have even straighted up my weave because this is business. This is money! A new day, two new dollars, you know...
"There's that fat ass I've been missin'. Oh, you sleep? Where you at?" ...yeah. Now, before I get into this, for the people that have been knowing me for a while and know who this is because of my dealings in the past with this magazine, please keep all names and associating OFF of the comments. For the others, you can guess all you want, cuz I ain't tellin.
Let me give you some history.
I met dude through a mutual friend over the phone. We set a date to shoot, I showed up for the shoot and we shot. Easy, right? A month later, he set up an even more elaborate shoot; rented out a house, hair and make up, photog, all I had to do is bring my gear! DONE! Two shoots were done for this popular (and still popular to date) magazine. I was hype because I'm about to blow up this whole modeling world. Well, after business was finished, we started to kick it on a more personal note. It even got to where he started to bring his young, impressionable children around a sista! Then, that 'after 12am' text came through. We are grown and we all know that the only things that are open after 12 is the strip club, Krystal's and legs.
Months went by. I would get personal contact but nothing about business. So, I decided to ask one day and it was if I had said something offensive about his mother! The brother blew up on me asking me whether I trusted him and if I doubted that he would see this project through, then don't worry about it. ...yeah
Well, one weekend, I shot with another photographer and after the shoot, he said he would submit to this particular mag so I felt compelled to tell this story to him. This is when the photographer dropped the bombshell on me; "You know he's married, right?" Y'all...I was so taken back because this magazine owner was portraying himself as a single man! So the photographer text the publisher and said that he had just shot me. Less than 30 seconds, dude was on the other end of the phone! Didn't text back, CALLED. I will admit; I was scared because I just knew he was gonna show up to where we were and give me the tongue lashing of my life so I bused myself to my car and hit the road to head back home and as soon as I hit the interstate, my phone rang. I answer and I get the tongue lashing of my life and as you can probably guess, NONE of it was pertaining to my spread in his magazine.
It has been a year. "There's that fat ass I've been missing."? Well, that's a pretty bad way to start this conversation...
Man. The things men would do for pussy.
Lesson Three: Whoever said that they could make you a Celebrity Overnight, LIED. This takes time, patience and money. If you don't have either, a fast food restaurant awaits you.
Lesson Four: F*****g for features is the quickest way to get your name out here and not in a good way.
Lesson Five: The beauty of America is the freedom of choice. Use it to your advantage. There are too many magazines and websites out here that if one will NOT work with you because you aren't giving up the punani, 10 more will. Have enough respect for yourself. If you don't, they wont.
No regrets --
Emily Camille
www.theemilyexperience.com
It is 8:15 am CST and for those that follow me on Twitter already KNOW that if Emily Camille and the Sun were in a race to see who would stay up the longest, the Sun would win by default because she will have forgotten that she was racing...Back to the story.
My phone rang at 8. I answer in the most drunkenly sleep state that I could have, to a voice that I have not heard from in at least a year; by choice. I told y'all in my first blog how I did this oh so 'GRANDIOSE' shoot in Miami and was shopping them to be published. Well, it was a publisher. So I jumped up, like, cheered up my voice and I may have even straighted up my weave because this is business. This is money! A new day, two new dollars, you know...
"There's that fat ass I've been missin'. Oh, you sleep? Where you at?" ...yeah. Now, before I get into this, for the people that have been knowing me for a while and know who this is because of my dealings in the past with this magazine, please keep all names and associating OFF of the comments. For the others, you can guess all you want, cuz I ain't tellin.
Let me give you some history.
I met dude through a mutual friend over the phone. We set a date to shoot, I showed up for the shoot and we shot. Easy, right? A month later, he set up an even more elaborate shoot; rented out a house, hair and make up, photog, all I had to do is bring my gear! DONE! Two shoots were done for this popular (and still popular to date) magazine. I was hype because I'm about to blow up this whole modeling world. Well, after business was finished, we started to kick it on a more personal note. It even got to where he started to bring his young, impressionable children around a sista! Then, that 'after 12am' text came through. We are grown and we all know that the only things that are open after 12 is the strip club, Krystal's and legs.
Months went by. I would get personal contact but nothing about business. So, I decided to ask one day and it was if I had said something offensive about his mother! The brother blew up on me asking me whether I trusted him and if I doubted that he would see this project through, then don't worry about it. ...yeah
Well, one weekend, I shot with another photographer and after the shoot, he said he would submit to this particular mag so I felt compelled to tell this story to him. This is when the photographer dropped the bombshell on me; "You know he's married, right?" Y'all...I was so taken back because this magazine owner was portraying himself as a single man! So the photographer text the publisher and said that he had just shot me. Less than 30 seconds, dude was on the other end of the phone! Didn't text back, CALLED. I will admit; I was scared because I just knew he was gonna show up to where we were and give me the tongue lashing of my life so I bused myself to my car and hit the road to head back home and as soon as I hit the interstate, my phone rang. I answer and I get the tongue lashing of my life and as you can probably guess, NONE of it was pertaining to my spread in his magazine.
It has been a year. "There's that fat ass I've been missing."? Well, that's a pretty bad way to start this conversation...
Man. The things men would do for pussy.
Lesson Three: Whoever said that they could make you a Celebrity Overnight, LIED. This takes time, patience and money. If you don't have either, a fast food restaurant awaits you.
Lesson Four: F*****g for features is the quickest way to get your name out here and not in a good way.
Lesson Five: The beauty of America is the freedom of choice. Use it to your advantage. There are too many magazines and websites out here that if one will NOT work with you because you aren't giving up the punani, 10 more will. Have enough respect for yourself. If you don't, they wont.
No regrets --
Emily Camille
www.theemilyexperience.com
...and it starts like this
WELL, did my shoot, got my photos the same day, dropped a pretty penny on EVERYTHING because I pay for my ish: hotel room, rental car (yes I did drive from Alabama to South Beach) food, parking, gas, photographer, you think of it, I paid for it. I got my images, shopped them to AT THE MINIMUM 20 magazines. To my surprise, 9 responded! To my dismay, everyone wanted to shoot their own images ad DID NOT think the photos were of 'the best quality' for their magazine. In layman's terms: "Thanks, but no thanks."
*sigh*
This is the first of many #lifelessons that I will shine. I will be as real as it can get because I personally feel that my negatives may be a positive to help someone else be more successful. I marked this blog 18+ because it gets THAT REAL. Refer this blog to EVERY MODEL, ASPIRING MODEL, BATHROOM MIRROR MODEL, TWITPIC MODEL, ETC. THAT YOU KNOW. There should be no doubt in your mind about this business if and when you enter it. This is not for the weary at heart and weak minds.
Lesson One: You are never as good as you can be. Strive for perfection. It is impossible, but I guarantee you will be closer to it than you was yesterday.
Lesson Two: Thick skin. If you don't have it, you better find it.
No regrets --
Emily Camille
http://www.theemilyexperience.com
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