Showing posts with label daughter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daughter. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

What Daughters Teach



I have permission to tell this story. I will keep it short because it is long. Ted's first born was Nicole. Until she was in her early teenage years she was always with her father. Ted, by his own admission chased women 17 of his then 20+ years of marriage. He had all the advantages of access to women. He was a public bus driver and a gospel musician. Three daughters, one son and one wife and one mother he loved dearly. In fact, his mother fell terribly ill once, and he prayed a prayer asking God to take a certain amount of years of his life to give to his mother. God did this and to the letter of the request. 

But, this story is about a father's sexual promiscuity and his daughter who found out and in her outrage struck him the deepest blow she could to his life's framework. She got pregnant by a 27 year old man, and flaunted it in her father's face. She was 14 years old. It was an awful thing to help a man through when his chicken's came home to roost! I did what I could, but I'd never known until then how deep a daughter's hurt can become revenge and her revenge a torrent of rain and thunder and worst, lightning! Before she reached the end of her teenage years she had four sons by four different men all at least a decade older than her! 

She is married now. Last I heard she was in a good place with her father. Her father and mother are still married. The question everyone who knows this story asks is why is she still married to this man? I asked her one day in the midst of the whole story, which I've only shared a bit; why she stayed with Ted. She said, "I had a choice like a lot of women. I could on one hand, leave him. The other choice was to pray for him. I chose to pray for him. It was hard, I tell ya'. God showed me all the women he was with." 

I was astounded. I could barely believe what she said, but she didn't lie or exaggerate. It was not  in her to lie, nor was it a talent of hers to tell tall tales! She knew even the first women he lay with. She asked God to not show her their faces, but their clothes, location and whatnot. Her husband didn't know this until much later, but she was successful. It was about 18 years before something sudden happened to Ted and he gave his life to the Lord and learned how not to chase women. It is something he never learned how to do until he asked me to help him and teach what I knew to him. 

There is much more to this story I have to decide whether to use or not in this format. Some things should be said, other things should be written. 

Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 
Jan. 15, 2017 









"Men who want one time with Sienna West are men who want someone for nothing to care about casting her aside as a conquest. When those men have daughters will their daughters remember this about their fathers?" - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Tribute to a A MAN among MEN!


Dick Gregory and his daughter, Ayanna Gregory.


"I have never known a more brilliant and powerful human being. Thank you Daddy for an extraordinary life and legacy. What you brought to this planet is unparalleled. I am clear that you were ready. You're work here was done. And in the midst of all the chaos and confusion, you left here with so much peace, grace and clarity. And for that I am beyond grateful. The joy of getting to spend a lifetime with you far exceeds the sadness in my heart. I can't wait to receive your instructions from the other side. I love you Great Warrior! We will carry your light. The seeds you have planted in me have set the foundation for the healing work that has become my life. Your legacy continues..."



Friday, June 9, 2017

Impeccibility knows these things. . .


Men who want one time with Sienna West are men who want someone for nothing to care about casting her aside as a conquest. When those men have daughters will their daughters remember this about their fathers. - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories



"Tempting, it was, when she raised her skirt to show the white laced slip, as women in my day called it. It was tempting, but she was too young, too tender of the soul and she was white. I can't cross those lines." - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories



Judy Huth is suing Bill Cosby for sexual assault in 1974 at the Playboy mansion when she was 15 yrs. old, & suing Hugh Hefner also. photo by Anthony McCartney


Thursday, April 6, 2017

Powerful relationship through time.


Tippi Hedren with her daughter, Melanie Griffith on a set.



Tippi Hedren born Jan. 19, 1930 is a successful fashion model from her twenties, appearing on the front covers of Life and Glamour magazines among others, Hedren became an actress after she was discovered by director Alfred Hitchcock while appearing on a television commercial in 1961. She received world recognition for her work in two of his films, the suspense-thriller The Birds in 1963, for which she won a Golden Globe, and the psychological drama Marnie in 1964. Hedren has appeared in over eighty films and TV shows including Charlie Chaplin's final film, A Countess from Hong Kong, the Alexander Payne political satire Citizen Ruth, and the David O. Russell existential comedy I Heart Huckabees, and her contributions to world cinema have been honored with the Jules Verne Award and a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame among others.

She is also the mother of actress, Melanie Griffith from her first of three marriages to Peter Griffith.

from IMBd 


Melanie Griffith with her mother Tippi Hedren at a LA party in September 2012.



Wednesday, March 22, 2017

A Beautiful Setting.



Kim Kardashian and her mother Kris Jenner attending Ciara's baby shower in West Hollywood, California on March 22, 2014.





Kim Kardashian and her mother Kris Jenner attending Ciara's baby shower in
West Hollywood, California on March 22, 2014.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Our Girls


Daughters shape their fathers in profound ways often unseen, but they are felt by fathers of daughters.

Geronimo’s Daughter Lenna (or Lena), Lena Geronimo was born in 1886 in Fort Marion, St. Augustine, FL, while her father was a prisoner there. The medical staff gave her the name Marion, after the fort, but she took the name Lenna upon returning to the Southwest. Lenna Geronimo, the daughter of Geronimo and wife Ih-tedda, a Mescalero Apache, was the full sister of Robert Geronimo, Geronimo's only living son. Lenna was Bedonkohe-Mescalero.

Geronimo with his daughter Lenna, daughter of his wife Ih-tedda, a Mescalero Apache born 1886 in Fort Marion, St. Augustine, FL, while he was a prisoner.




Saturday, March 11, 2017

Envliven Vida



Vida Guerra's family.

The proverbial 'apple does not fall from the tree' is common enough a compliment about a woman's mother's beauty, her spirit or way of being herself, or a bad man's son is the apple fallen from the tree.

In the case of the actress, Vida Guerra, her mother is the breathtaking beauty her daughter came from to become an international heartthrob and object of dream and lust for millions of men. What is the feeling of the difference between a woman's ability to suspend time for her husband over a period of years with her sexual allure and a daughter famous for her sexual allure on the national, and if it is national these days it is international, stage? Is it more threatening, titillating, or is it an aphrodisiac?

Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
October 25, 2016


Vida Guerra by Daiva Channing



Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Who ya' kiddin'?


Ivanka Trump and Chelsea Clinton exchange.


"We will be friends long after this election."~ Chelsea Clinton

We have a great respect for each other, and that hasn’t changed.” ~ Ivanka Trump



"You know what? What's divertingly humorous and a wee bit pathetic is how many so-called middle class, working class, marginalized, repressed, black, and poor people have fallen out with each other, built a wall between each other over Drumpf vs Killary. Hillary didn't like losing to Donald, but do you really think she's severed him?

The hunter should not be captured by the game..."
- Michael Scipio Jan. 29, 2017




Wednesday, January 18, 2017

WHAT WE THINK OF.


Rihanna for VOGUE


I wonder how my daughters would be affected by Rihanna's image and what she conveys were they young enough not to be able to create their own image of self? It is just a thought. A father's thought. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 1/11/17


Monday, November 21, 2016

a Circle Teaching



Jane Mansfield by Ralph Crane in 1958.


Mariska Hargitay and her mother Jayne Mansfield.


Legacy is a natural occurrence, an event without end beginning somewhere beyond our individual births. How it ascends or descends is the parent's gift to child, and on a larger scale legacy moves through culture and history as a series of stories building a creative, or destructive momentum into lives. Legacy is complex as well as revelatory. The life you lead leads somewhere, came from somewhere and goes somewhere influencing, telling, objectifying, clarifying and mystifying us all.

This human experience. With its built-in résistance to change, to evolve coveting for the beyond experience of heaven brings hope to the heart and at the same time retards the life flow from the beyond in the present where we need to be to fully understand the fluidity of life-death-resurrection. This is the problem of belief in religion. It is the living within someone else's experiences with God!

How you live the experiences with Creation in relationship to the great mysteries, the unfolding of belief into knowledge, how the Creator and you talk with each other in the silences is the Mystery. This is the Beyond in the present. This legacy is the event without beginning somewhere beyond our individual births ascending and descending from soul to soul, Earth to formlessness, from one to the other. Within us all is the capacity to hold the universe. 

It is a lot to think about if you want to not feel it all. If you want to think about it Murray Gell-Mann said, "What is especially striking and remarkable is that in fundamental physics a beautiful, or elegant theory is more likely to be right than a theory that is inelegant." 

Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
Jan. 6, 2016



Jayne Mansfield and daughter Mariska Hargitay dancing together !!!!

 

Saturday, November 19, 2016

First Lady, First Lesson



What Michelle Obama Can Teach Us About Raising Empowered Girls


Michelle Obama delivered one of the most powerful and heartfelt speeches at the Democratic National Convention last week. As I listened and watched our First Lady, I couldn’t help but tear up with emotion and pride in what she has represented for so many Black women. As a wife, mother and daughter Michelle exemplifies to the country and the world the essence of what it is to be a strong, beautiful and intelligent Black woman.

Here are some lessons Michelle can teach us as we raise and empower the next generation of Black women:

1. Women are a powerful force. Women have had to fight a long time towards equality and rights. For Black women, this fight has been paved with many additional challenges and this struggle continues today. Women have had to adapt and acclimate to break through glass ceilings at work, gain the legal right to purchase a home on their own and access to opportunities more likely to be given to our male counterparts. By Michelle Obama embracing her femininity, strength and perspective she brings to the table as a woman, it has made her even more respected and acknowledged.

Lesson Learned: Women don’t have to act like a man to be strong and successful. There is incredible strength in our femininity. This is an attribute we possess which is unique to us as women.

2. Mothers create the roadmap for their daughters. Michelle Obama came from a working class family. She didn’t allow where she lived or what she may have lacked dictate her path in life. She didn’t make excuses for not succeeding. Michelle worked hard in school and her career. This mirrored what she saw in her mom and dad. Your daughter is constantly watching you and looking for cues of what’s acceptable. Often, what you do is more important than what you say because kids mirror your behavior. Look at FLOTUS and her daughters. You see two confident and focused young women. The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree!

3. Take the higher road. One of Michelle’s best quotes in her speech at the Democratic National Convention was when she said, “When people go lower, we go higher.” It has been eight years of highly intense scrutiny and criticism of the Obama family. Michelle was mimicked in newspapers and magazines, at one point compared to a monkey, and often criticized for her parenting skills by some conservative parties. Her daughters were criticized for their hairstyles and also recently when her oldest daughter, Malia, was seen on video dancing at the Lollapolooza music fest. President Obama was also attacked for many of the decisions he made in his role and paradoxically for being too angry or not angry enough.

But, if you go back and look at the criticisms, you will note Michelle Obama and her family didn’t retaliate or stoop to the level of those who made these negative comments. When asked or prompted for a response to the negative comments, they would always take the high road and stay above the fray. This had to be difficult, especially with their natural instinct of wanting to protect their families.

Lesson Learned: Take the higher road even when it’s difficult. People will remember the person who deals with a difficult situation respectfully versus an individual who reacts negatively or in a condescending manner.

4. Your mind is your sexiest attribute. Beauty fades and it’s fleeting. But what makes Michelle Obama so respected is her intelligence. She is smart and witty and real. She has a sense of humor. Her beauty and confidence are evident, but her intelligence is the differentiator. It makes her highly appealing.

Lesson Learned: Teach your daughters to develop their mind not just their physical attributes. It’s the one asset that will sustain you through a lifetime.

Michelle Obama leaves a lasting impression and legacy as the First Lady of the United States and as a wife, mom and daughter. These lessons she has taught us can help empower your daughters and other young women to create their legacies! - author unnamed


First Lady Michelle Obama with daughters Malia Obama (C) and Sasha Obama (L) Photo by Jacopo Raule for Getty Images


First Lady Michelle Obama surprised little girls before their recital. (Jan. 2013)


Sunday, October 2, 2016

Discovery



My Poetic Journey
Shanelle Gayden wrote... 


Who is Serenity....

Serenity was broken, hurt, alone, confused, questioning what was, and had absolutely no clue.... 




I had the opportunity to talk to Serenity one day and she told me just a portion of her story that led me to believe in the power of Serenity! Serenity is ME.
- Shanelle Gayden, poetess, social activist, daughter  



#MyPoeticJourney421 

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Contest and Purpose



Miss America, 1963 contestants (left to right)Miss California, Wendy Douglas; Miss Mississippi, Barbara Jan Nave; Miss Louisiana, Linda Baucum; Miss Wisconsin, Barbara Bonville; Miss Indiana, Marcia Pinkstaff; Miss Arkansas, Donna Axum; Miss New Hampshire, Georgia Taggart; Miss New York City, Marsha Metrinko, and Miss North Carolina, Jeanne Swanner


Shanelle Gayden on September 11, 2016


Shanelle Gayden said, "In the deepest part of me I bring creativity to help set free the pain of one's misery that was designed to break down...but ohhhhhh how things turn around! My God has given me this crown!"


To which, I said: "Deeply felt. Deeply said. It makes a big difference to teach, share and instill from the deepest part of one's being. It isn't a small testament this level of being true. It is an approach to one's authentic self; a place seldom ventured towards by most out of fear.

You have no fear, Shanelle you cannot recognize, remake and transform into action.

I am very proud of who you are and who you are in the world and who you are to your boys, and who you are to me.

These are my words." - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories 9/11/16




Miss America, 1980
photo by Michael Mercanti.


Miss Arkansas, Lencola Sullivan (C) and Miss Washington, Doris Janell Hayes (far R) give each other a glance after they became the first two Black women ever to win first place in the Miss America pageant. Arkansas won the swimsuit division and Washington split first with Miss Oklahoma, Susan Powell (far L) in the talent division. Congratulating Miss Oklahoma is Miss America 1980, Cheryl Prewitt.



Saturday, May 21, 2016

LEGACY TO DAUGHTERS




Raquel Welch at 70  


When is it 'bad' for daughters to be like their mothers? When is it good and rewarding when the daughter's life is a mirror of her mothers? Both questions are long roads around the central theme of most dialogues weighing in on the legacy of Raquel Welch's life when her daughter posed for Playboy as a young woman!


First, Playboy is an achievement for writers, photographers, fashion icons and models. Its founder is important to America's intellectual advancements in race relations, sexual rights, the women's movement, and the Civil Rights movement and also Playboy's founder, Hugh Hefner has stirred the nation to answer and dare the questions that challenged American's contradictions and challenges around sex, sexuality and sexual freedom and expression from its inception in the 1950's forward to the present day. With this backdrop how do we teach our daughters to be women? 


Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of StoriesMay 21, 2015




Playboy cover Tahnee Welch (1995)

Monday, March 14, 2016

PRACTICE 44: teach

Joe Molina Photography 

Makayla Givens pointing a revolver into the lenses of Joe Molina's camera.
 January 12, 2014 


TEACH A MAN TEACH A DAUGHTER 


"This is important for fathers and daughters to grasp and embody: power, and the powers to own authority over life and death. I realize death terrifies Americans, as evidenced by the stories of denial and the gross manipulation of women's faces to beat aging. In the tenderness of our daughter's early lives the questions of power in the context of normal life, survival and struggle with identity should be answered during the playtime of our daughter's childhoods. We can lecture, or drop science, or teach by example how to protect. Protection is an art form, and a right for the right reasons accompanying, and corresponding with the daughter's womb capacity to birth. 

Birth and death are relatives, and it takes time for a father to learn these things, and our daughter's to teach us how to teach them the arts of the priestcraft, and war." ~ Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 1.16.14


January 11, 2014 



Wednesday, February 10, 2016

A Dark Mystery for Her: her Vagina



Vagina Politics: Learning Mine and Teaching My Daughter to Love Hers

by Mlilo Mpondo
Saturday, July 12, 2014


I found my daughter fiddling with her vagina in the bathtub. The said vagina will here forth be referred to as a pony. It is far too cute to be burdened with the responsibilities that come with having a vagina. She was in the bath and suspiciously quiet. Bath time is always her opportunity to work my last nerve, so the silence was unheard of. I found her chubby hand beneath clear water fiddling with whichever part of her body stays hidden below her plump belly. I soon found that what had her attention was her pony.


Thoughtlessly my immediate response was to hit her hand away and scold her for behaving improperly. A surge of discomfort overwhelmed me. She is too young to have been doing anything more than attending to an itch, but seeing her hand on her pony--a place she had never done anything more than graze absentmindedly--fueled the lava in my spine. I preferred it when she didn’t know it was there. Consciously touching it meant that she was learning a part of her anatomy--a part I prayed would keep itself hidden below the plump until I was ready to acknowledge that at some point it would no longer be my baby’s pony.


My unwarranted outburst was, of course, a product of my own conditioning. I was transferring my vagina dramas onto my baby. I officially met my vagina in my twenties. When I was younger it never really belonged to me. Its initial role in life was as my mother’s pony. When it was no longer cute, it was something that I was warned everybody was after. What it is that they wanted from it was unbeknownst to me. As far as I was concerned, it was the furthest thing from attractive. All I knew was that despite its appearance, no one, including uncles and older brothers, was allowed within a one mile radius of it. Why it was strictly off limits was never explained. All I knew is that it was to be kept hidden behind closed legs, full panties and hems that grew longer the taller I grew.


As a girl, I walked around oblivious to the purpose of what was kept hidden in my panties. Its importance was never shared with me, but what I soon understood was that I had become the custodian of a “private part” kept private from everyone, myself included. When I turned 13, the secret started to scare me. A white substance had begun to visit and stain my underwear. Because it resembled sour milk, I assumed it was caused by too much milk at breakfast. But when it persisted even after I had eliminated milk as an ingredient in my diet, I began to worry. I had not an inkling of where it came from, but I was petrified of being caught for something I hadn’t done intentionally. So each time I went to pee, I’d check to see if it was still there. If it was I would pour hot water into the sink, add a drop of antiseptic fluid, lock the bathroom door and ferociously scrub away. It burnt so much my vagina might as well have been the burning bush, but I refused to be burdened by more than one secret at a time. Of course the white substance, which I learned was discharge, stayed with me well into my mid-teens. Thankfully Google, the greatest gift to mankind since the dawn of the microwave, let me know that the crime scene in my underwear was completely natural.


Because I had no relationship with my vagina, I had no relationship with what was done to and with it. I gave my virginity as a gift to a man that found a song in me. If life were possible without breathing, I would have given him my breath as a dowry, so in its place I offered my hymen instead. My Catholic prudishness has always kept me from engaging in anything that even Jezebel’s distant cousin twice removed might be caught doing, so like a good girl I never watched porn.
When my first time came, I brought a) No bedroom skills and b) A vagina I knew nothing of. I didn’t know what to make of the experience; it was both awkward and agonizing. In a dorm room on disheveled crisp, tan bed sheets, the said lover draped my thighs around his waist like a constellation of silver moons and planted kisses of wanting on the skin that covered my trembling body--obviously having had practice. But I didn’t know how to move or how to feel, so I just lay there.


I lay there clenching the life out of the metal headboard feeling its cold swallow the warmth of my palms--hoping that it would swallow the pain in my limbs along with it. I lay there dumbfounded because this was the first time I had ever had any interaction with my vagina. Through somebody else’s endeavour it had morphed from something I used daily to pass urine into something that had feeling.


At varsity my friends and I had become comfortable with the idea of sex--a word we were forbidden from uttering when we were younger for fear of falling pregnant on the spot. We shared personal experiences over wine at dinner tables. At first we were embarrassed by the idea of revealing intimate moments, but it was a quiet shame that soon evaporated along with sobriety. At these dinner tables I learned that not all women have the same relationship with sex. Some of us hate it. Some of us derive a sense of empowerment from it, and some of us are curious enough to have it by ourselves. I personally enjoyed it and at times when the person in bed with me gave the kind of love that could make my insides melt to sweetness, I fell in love with it. However what I never had was an orgasm.


Because “coming” is something I thought was a given, I thought I had been “coming” all along. A girlfriend of mine deflated my delusion and explained in detail what climaxing really was. Upon inquiry, more girlfriends of mine corroborated this description, and from this I learned that I had no idea what orgasm-ing really was. I obviously still had a lot to learn. The more liberated girls suggested that I try it on my own; apparently the only way I would ever know what I really liked was by sticking my index finger into myself and fiddling. The more adventurous candidates on my sexual advisory board suggested more audacious methods that I dare not repeat. This, they said, was the surest way to know what an orgasm felt like. I never did try any of it because truthfully I was petrified of my body, it had never belonged to me, first it was my mother’s to protect and dictate the movement of. Then it learned to find satisfaction with whomever I had allowed to claim it at the time.


I now realize that my relationship with sexuality has always been dictated to me. From the time that my mother scolded me for sitting with uncrossed legs to when a boyfriend assumed that I enjoyed having my vagina showered by his saliva. It is absurd that, even behind closed doors, the concept of touching a part of my own body would make me feel uncomfortable and even silly.


The subtle lessons that were taught to me as a girl--the inhibiting of exploring my own anatomy--set in motion subliminal boundaries that have since policed the course of my self-actualization as a woman.


But as a mother to a daughter, I try to break these boundaries every day--hoping that it will allow her to live freely, not only sexually but as an individual. I was never sure where to start, but now I know that her first lesson is free reign over her anatomy. I want my daughter to learn her vagina. Maybe through a good relationship with it she will, as a woman, come to know herself.


Paris Hilton's contradiction as an invitation !!!!

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Sunday, August 16, 2015

Daughter of 'He wish he were King!'


The King's petite, raven-haired daughter was born in the spotlight but showed no interest in either the attention or wealth afforded her by heritage. She was a moody, rebellious teen who dropped out of school, married early and often, and had a genetic disposition towards sneering. But she also had a natural born singing voice and something her daddy did not have - songwriting talent. At the age of 35, Presley finally put decades of fear about living up to the family name aside, releasing her debut album, To Whom it May Concern. Finally, shallow tabloid dissections of her love life and her dedication to Scientology were replaced by glowing record reviews. The media-shy heiress was eventually revealed to be a complex artist, mother, business executive, and charity activist, as well as quite warm, self-deprecating and charming in interviews. The fact that she also bore an uncanny resemblance to one of the most beloved and universally missed performers in the world, only added to her mysterious allure.
Born to Elvis and Priscilla Beaulieu Presley on Feb. 1, 1968, Elvis' only daughter spent the first five years of her life at the fabled Presley estate, Graceland, in Memphis, TN. Elvis had been a poor kid from the projects, so from the beginning, he lavished his only child with gold rings, a fur bedroom and her own golf cart. One day when the Southern gal mentioned she had never seen snow, Elvis jetted her off to the mountains of Idaho for a half hour of winter play, with the family back home in Memphis by dinner. When her parents divorced in 1973, her mother received custody of the King's sole heir and relocated to Los Angeles, where she prepared to pursue an acting career. The family remained close, with both exes determined not to expose their young daughter to any unpleasantness. Presley saw her father as often as she could, which sometimes meant going on tour with him or spending summers at Graceland, where she would enjoy afternoons of taunting tourists who came by, hoping to catch a glimpse of her dad.
Unfortunately, Presley was there visiting on Aug. 16, 1977 - the day the King died of reported cardiac arrhythmia from an intake of a large amount of prescription drugs. Newspapers were full of reports of the little girl circling the lawn on her golf cart as the streets filled with throngs of grieving fans. Her mother was now more than ever, determined to shield her from the media uproar and the rabid intensity of Elvis fans.
When Presley reached school age, Priscilla was already dealing with a forlorn, unusually dark little girl, who spent most of her time listening to records and playing alone. She ended up being cycled through French school, boarding schools, and schools full of other celebrity kids, all of which the young girl found distasteful. The melancholic kid evolved into a goth teen on a self-destructive streak that included several years of drugs, bad boyfriends and dropping out of high school. She spent time bumming around Europe, holding down a 9-to-5 office job, as her inheritance was not set to kick in until she was 30 years of age. She started talking about a recording career around the age of 17, but the thought of filling dad's size 11 sh s was too overwhelming for the underdeveloped talent. Priscilla began giving her daughter an active role in managing Elvis' estate when she turned 18 - a huge undertaking involving licensing, merchandising, publishing, and finance that began to give the directionless young woman a bit of an anchor. Mom and daughter moved to Clearwater, FL, where Presley began taking classes at the local Scientology center. The two women had been introduced to the "religion" by John Travolta in 1979, and however controversial, did seem to bring the teen out of her solitary shell and reunite her with her mother with a new level of maturity and understanding.
While studying at the Scientology Center, Presley fell in love with musician and fellow Scientologist, Danny Keough. Keough and a pregnant Presley married on Oct. 3, 1988 in a family ceremony at Hollywood's Church of Scientology. Not long afterwards, Presley and Priscilla, both of whom had shunned the spotlight since Elvis' death, gave their first interview to Life magazine. Several years into her marriage, Presley confided in her husband that she wanted to sing. Keough encouraged her by building a rehearsal studio in their home and helping her put together songs, as he learned she had been avidly creative writing since she was a teen. Family friend and former Beach Boys manager Jerry Schilling was impressed enough with what he heard, that he facilitated a record deal with Epic. Despite the wheels being set in motion, a panic-stricken Presley, who lacked confidence and still had misgivings about how she would be received as Elvis' daughter, found out she was pregnant with her second child and once again put music on the back burner.
In 1993, Keough and Presley divorced after eight years. They remained self-proclaimed best friends and continued to share the responsibilities of raising their children. Not long after the divorce, Presley made headlines with unbelievable rumors that she and Michael Jackson - the self-proclaimed "King of Pop" - had wed. As crazy as it seemed, it turned out to be true, with the unlikely couple having tied the knot in the Dominican Republic on May 26, 1994. The King of Pop and the King's daughter had first met when 7-year-old Presley attended several of his shows in Las Vegas, NV. When they met again as adults, things moved very quickly - suspiciously so - with Jackson proposing after only four months. Headlines speculated that he was taking advantage of her to gain access to the Elvis catalog or draw attention away from his legal troubles. They also speculated that she was taking advantage of him to launch a music career. In desperate attempts to defend their marriage as true love, they were interviewed on "20/20" (ABC, 1978- ) and had a spectacularly long, uneasy kiss staged at the MTV Music Awards later that year. But things fell apart quickly, largely due to Lisa Marie's longtime practice of trying to stay out of the spotlight and Jackson's apparent obsession with staying in it. Surprising no one, she filed for divorce in early 1996. Following the divorce, she was plagued with one illness after another, developing allergies, panic attacks, and having her gallbladder removed. The media speculated that she was suicidal, but it turned out Presley was suffering from toxic amounts of mercury from nine fillings.
Presley's procrastinated music career got a nudge forward in 1997, when she agreed to sing a duet of "Don't Cry Daddy" along with a track of her late father (a la Natalie Cole's "Unforgettable") for a tribute on the 20th anniversary of Elvis' death. She had been writing a lot of material about the changes in her life over the past decade, and inspired by the self-revelatory nature of Alanis Morissette's "Jagged Little Pill," she contacted the record's producer Glen Ballard. Ballard was impressed enough with Presley's deep, dark songs to sign her to a deal with his EMI imprint, Java Records. She and Ballard worked on an album for two years, during which time Presley became engaged to Hawaiian singer-songwriter, John Oszajca. In 2000, a change in management meant Capitol Records and President Andy Slater inherited Presley's unfinished debut. Slater brought in producer Eric Rosse, who had scored two hit albums for Tori Amos, and Presley's project was scrapped and re-recorded with an emphasis on capturing the soul of this complicated, mature talent. Meanwhile Presley and Oszajca called off their engagement and Presley paired up with oddball actor Nicholas Cage. Their fiery relationship was on-again/off-again from the beginning, culminating in a three-month marriage in late 2002.
In April of 2003, Lisa Marie Presley was glad to finally garner media attention for something she had created, rather than for being the daughter or wife of another performer. Her debut album To Whom It May Concernsold 140,000 copies during its first week of release, spawning the singles "Lights Out" (which reached #16 on the UK charts) and "Sinking In." The genre-busting album with edgy, powerful vocals and honest, penetrating lyrics, reached #5 on the Billboard album charts and helped show the world what the King's daughter was truly made of - it certainly was not sugar and spice and everything nice. Presley toured the world in support of the album, the once-reluctant singer learning to overcome her nerves and bring her hard-edged pop rock style to legions of new fans. The interviews and press circuit were even harder for her get used to, as she had never liked talking about herself in public, and thus, spent years misunderstood because of it.
Presley's new career proved to be cathartic. She was re-energized by channeling herself into her music, and unexpectedly rewarded by how powerfully her songs of personal growth, love, and loss had connected with audiences. For her sophomore effort, 2005's Now What, she was joined by Linda Perry, former Four Non-Blondes front woman, who had written and produced with Christina Aguilera, Pink and Gwen Stefani. Perry teamed with Presley to co-write five songs including "Shine," featuring guest vocals with Pink. Now Whatreached #9 on the Billboard 200 and included the single "Idiot," featuring Sex Pistol, Steve Jones, on guitar, and a cover of Don Henley's "Dirty Laundry" that hit #36 on the Adult Contemporary chart. The album also contained two tributes to guitarist Johnny Ramone, Presley's friend, who had died during the recording of the album.
During that same year, Presley, who had inherited the family estate in 1998, sold 85 percent of the estate's business holdings and turned over management of Graceland to entertainment company (and creator of "American Idol") CKX, Inc. Presley retained ownership of Graceland and the possessions found therein, continuing to visit her childhood home and family headquarters several times a year. Under the leadership of Presley and her mom, the value of the estate and Elvis Presley Enterprises had grown from $5 million to over $300 million dollars.
Presley was a supporter of dozens of charitable foundations, including the Presley Place Foundation for homeless families in Memphis and cancer charities T.J. Martell Foundation and St. Jude's hospitals. She also supported the Scientology-related LEAP (Literacy, Education and Abilities Program) and was active with the church's opposition to psychiatry and the medicating of children with mental disorders. In 2002, she spoke out against medicating children in a testimony before Congress.
In January of 2006, Presley married her guitarist, Michael Lockwood, in Kyoto, Japan. Ex-husband but still best friend, Danny Keough, served as best man. The third generation of Elvis offspring hit the spotlights when Presley and Keough's daughter Riley launched a career as a model, appearing on runways in Milan and in print ads for Dolce & Gabbana, Dior Perfume and Victoria's Secret. Elvis' granddaughter ended up being next in line to inherit Elvis Presley Enterprises - a tremendous responsibility she could learn much about from her own mother. - anon




Thursday, August 13, 2015

Know this

Darvece Monson

Darvece Monson's breathtaking beauty 


There are so many things to consider as a young woman fixated on style and fashion and being seen. It doesn't help being unevolved, and lacking, not for ambition, but intellectual curiosity. In dreams it has been advised by people well-versed in that world to look at, or try to look at your feet when dreaming. There are still cultures today whose days begin with recitations of each members dreams in a public circle. The dreams design the day and give direction to the community, and respect to the individual who is esteemed by the People for their facility in the dream worlds. The disadvantage of modern life is the abstract nature of dreams and dreaming. Dreams are given minimal status outside of what kind of occupation one aspires towards.

This is a cautionary tale. Think about this, daughter. It is important to see what I've shown you. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 10.5.13



perfect form of a white woman on shore line




Saturday, July 11, 2015

QUESTION IT

elegant beauty in the mirror

Question the statements. Question the assertions of image makers, and think about what it means to be yourself opposed to the suggestion, and insinuations you should be someone else. Is that a sacrifice you are willing to make? Upon reflection on your death bed what will that decision feel like and how will the weight and reality of that decision and every decision made feel? Words are important. They do matter. What are the words shaping your life? - Gregory E. Woods 9.22.13

elegant beauty of a half-clad woman