What's Sexy?

Everyone has there own version of what's sexy, right? It can be an international commercial for a car, a sensual perfume, or the newest sports car. Sex sells. I can't argue with this as I have a sexy cover on my romantic suspense, Just to be Left Alone. I can almost see that man running his nose down the length of her heated neck. (Fans self.) 

What do you guys think is sexy? Is it the twist of a smile, the gleam in an interested eye, the sway of hips? There are so many things that make something sexy that it's hard to put them all into words. I see something as sexy if it invokes a deeper feeling inside of me. It's not always a person. It could be a dramatic curve on a headboard that makes me want to slide my hands across the stained wood. Sometimes the design of a fender can have me thinking that a specific car is sexy. High heels are something that hit my Sexy Meter. It's not just the look of the heels it's the change in stature that it does for a woman's body. Have you paid attention to the shape of a ladies legs when she steps into a pair of stiletto heels? If you haven't, you need to. Don't be all creepy and sit in a corner of DSW to do this, please. 

Do you have a part of the body that draws your eye every time? Personally, I love to look in a man's eyes while he's talking to me. I used to find it awkward but now it shows me so many things to be fascinated with. I also love big strong backs and broad shoulders. They don't have to be "defined" or severely muscular (sorry, Vin Diesel), I just want to feel small, feminine, and like I could be carried away at any moment. Some people don't approve of that particular choice but it doesn't change how I'm wired. (Thank you God for creating Hugh Jackman!)

 

I wear corsets and find them sexy without even having a body in them. I've even had a guy (or two) put on one of my corsets and saw how they changed for just those few seconds. Even they stood up straight and proud, praising women who can even lace them on. Below is one of my newest ones, and I wore it to M & M 2013 plus the 2013 Southern Magic Readers Luncheon. I was very aware of myself as I traipsed around the room those days.

 

I admit that putting one of my babies on makes me pay more attention to how I walk, sit, and hold my entire body. It's like I'm slipping into those five inch heels from before. A dear friend of mine is statuesque in her platform heels and I would bet we feel the same even though we're adorning different areas of our bodies. I don't wear corsets to feel sexy. They're just part of me, thus, my brand. It doesn't matter if I wench them up, retro them or even vamp them out, it affects me.

Sexy doesn't equate to gorgeous either. At least not for me. I've already stated that Gary Oldman as Dracula is just yummy to me and that man is not one I would just pick out of a crowd to dance with. It was the aura and presence of the man he was portraying that made me catch my breath. Seeing Shakira dance has the same effect. I may be hetero but that woman is liquid steel in a curvaceous form. I want to be her. That's sexy. 

Take a minute to think about it. Do you know what X Factor it is that makes you feel warm inside as you dissolve the image in front of you? Is it a type? If so, then define that type. Writers, insert these things into your characters so they can be given a more realistic view in your pages. Readers, can you see a particular character who you'd yank out of the pages so you could glory in front of them? Who would that character be? What drew you to them? Sexy isn't always sex. It's the glow you get from the image itself. Never confuse the two. :-)

 

)))Corset Hugs(((

 

Ginny Lynn

Wench Writer

 

 

 

 

15 Interesting facts about Christmas

• Norwegian scientists have hypothesized that Rudolph’s red nose is probably the result of a parasitic infection of his respiratory system.
• All the gifts in the Twelve Days of Christmas would equal 364 gifts.
• The British wear paper crowns while they eat Christmas dinner. The crowns are stored in a tube called a “Christmas cracker.”
• In Poland, spiders or spider webs are common Christmas trees decorations because according to legend, a spider wove a blanket for Baby Jesus. In fact, Polish people consider spiders to be symbols of goodness and prosperity at Christmas.

• In the Ukraine, if you find a spider web in the house on Christmas morning, it is believed to be a harbinger of good luck!
• Alabama was the first state in the United States to officially recognize Christmas in 1836.
• President Teddy Roosevelt, an environmentalist, banned Christmas trees from the White House in 1912.

• Christmas purchases account for 1/6 of all retail sales in the U.S.
• During Yuletide season people sell foil and make considerable money at Reynolds. It is a fact that more than 3000 tons of foil are used yearly to wrap the turkeys.
• Statistics reveal that you are going to be elbowed three times, if not more, while Christmas shopping.

•  The customary Christmas dinner in England included a pig head with mustard sauce. However, this is not followed anymore In England.
• Poinsettias are not poisonous.
• Eating Kentucky Fried Chicken is a Christmas Tradition for many in Japan.
• England has only known seven white Christmases in the entire twentieth century.
• Parts of a real Christmas Tree can actually be eaten, and the needles are a good source of Vitamin C.

 

Did you know any of these? Which is the most fascinating to you?

 

Either way, have a happy and safe holiday time.

 

)))Corset Hugs(((

 

Ginny Lynn

Wench Writer 

 

 

1-3-5-10 Year Goals

1-3-5-10 Year Goals

 

I’ve had people tell me for years to make short and long term goals as a part of making each year count. For many of those years, I was too anxious and unsettled to bother with worrying over a future that I wasn’t certain of. I’m a far cry from what I wanted to be as an adult but I’m okay with who I am, either way. I swayed from my preteen vision of myself as reality hit me right between the naïve eyes.  

Some of my friends from back then say I’m the same person but I disagree. I’m not the large animal vet that I wanted to be. I didn’t pursue dancing as an outlet or exercise regimen. I didn’t continue modeling and acting. I didn’t have the two - three children that I wanted and I’m not settled into the Cape Cod house of my dreams. I know that isn’t what they meant but it was who I had wanted to be.

What I am now is a woman who has her spine back and will smack you with it if you push me too far. I have a teenager who has shown me to be a better role model and because of that, I’ve set my goals. Here’s what I have:

 

1 Yr: I want to be graduated from school by the end of 2014 and have a place in a great medical office where I love working at. I also hope to be back on the path of writing in my free time and back to working out 2-3 days a week. I’ll be learning the ropes as the Moonlight & Magnolia Co-Chair for 2014/2015 and seeing if I can handle being more in that group.

 

3 Yr: I want to be on the path of having (possibly) three books finished or on the way to being published. As I have a few started right now, that should be within my realm to complete. I want to be setting my son up for college as he’ll be graduating high school. I’d love to be over my fear of public speaking and even have several more book signings under my belt.

 

5 Yr: I’d like to have one or two more books on the way, depending on how the job is going. I want to be with more than one publishing house, even if they’re just looking at getting me into their ranks. I’d love to go to Disney again, just as an adult (who wants to be a kid for a few days).

 

10 Yr: As I’ll be over 50, I want to be doing goofy things with my grandchildren. Again , another few books on the published horizon. I’d be even happier if I could have another best seller out of the books written during these ten years. If I got a big deal from a prestigious house, then all the better. Oh, if I can be a rocking hot senior citizen, then Yes, Please!

Of course, I have a couple more for 15, 20, and so on. But I don’t want to bore you guys too much (if I didn’t already).

Do you guys believe in goals and if so, what are yours?

)))Corset Hugs(((

 

Ginny Lynn

Wench Writer

 

 

Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast

For this week I decided to go the way of Alice and the Mad Hatter. My birthday was over the weekend and being silly is the order of the week.

Can you think of six impossible things? Shoot, I could think of enough to have my guys in stitches, or going for the medicine cabinet.

 

Here's what I have, off the top of my Mad Head:

 

 

1. Waking up with Hugh Jackman (insert dirty thoughts here). Seriously. That's impossible for my life but a girl can dream.

 

2. Be paid to travel and write. If I got a wonderful contract with an outstanding publishing house where I could write one to two books every year, I'd have to have the smirk surgically removed as to not look like a makeup less Joker.

 

 

 

3. Be the leading love interest in every Joe Manganiello show or movie. Again, a girl can dream.

 

 

4. I'd love to have a body that was "banging" without having to workout every day or stay on a low calorie diet. And any curvy woman knows this would be a true blessing.

 

5. I'd want to make my book series into a TV series, like Charlaine Harris did for Sookie Stackhouse. Because of the subject matter, it'd have to be on a cable network that didn't mind pushing a few limits. It'd be a-freaking-mazing to have my people breath from the pages and onto the screen. I'd be willing to have fans send me emails that state the book was better, as I'd still be getting praise from the fans.

 

 

6. And when I wake up to none of this being true to my life, I'd find out over a cup of coffee that I won the largest lottery of any state while I was able to maintain anonymity so I could go on with my life as I settled all debts. Every person wants a life of not worrying about debt or the things that can be taken away from them. And yes, a girl can dream....and dream..

 

 

In all seriousness, the six possible things that I want for my 42nd year are:

 

1. To graduate from the Medical Asst Program

2. Get a wonderful (& nicely paid) job at a great medical practice

3. To lose the few pounds that I gained while working/attending night school

4. To be back into writing all the yummy ideas that my muse has been whispering into my brain

5. Having those books on the way to being published at a wonderful house

6. To Be Happy!!!

 

)))Corset Hugs(((

 

Ginny Lynn

Wench Writer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

December Firsts - First Pregnancy

Pregnancy

 

 

Yep, I was big. I can still hear the "You're So Large" Jokes. I was lucky enough to have a good pregnancy, even if it wasn't perfect or ideal. Every pregnancy has it's ups and downs and I'm not just talking about nausea and weight. I was showing at three months but didn't have the money to foot the bill for a trip to the maternity section. For the first two trimesters I simply wore size 16/18 in anything stretchy. Then I was given a gift card from my supervisor for some maternity clothes at Rich's. I was giddy at the mall that day and trying on clothes with a fake belly that would help me pick out clothes that would last the rest of the pregnancy. They were so cute that I passed them on when a loved one became blessed with her own child.

  

 

My first trimester had me craving salads and raw vegetables. It was great because I was working for a produce company on the Ga State Farmer's Market at the time. I was able to walk through the coolers and get just about anything that I wanted, in small quantities. They even sold me boxes of special items, at cost, so I could get them without taking a trip to the grocery store.

 

My second trimester had me craving sweets. I'm talking about tea, cakes, cinnamon rolls, chocolate, and tart items like key lime pie. My mom laughed at the last one because she craved everything lemon when she was pregnant with me.

 

The last trimester had me wanting every morsel of steak that I could make room for. It was sad. I looked more like a cow than the one on my plate. It may also be why my son is a meat and potatoes kind of guy. Who knows?

 

 

I was happy for the majority of my pregnancy, even when I was suffering from toxins and edema. It took them awhile to figure out what was causing that but in the meantime I was wearing size 9 Ked's tennis shoes (as my feet swelled to epic proportions) and support hose under my clothes. Yes, fat cankles (calf-ankles for the naïve) AND wearing support hose at the ripe old age of 26. I was one hell of a sexy elephant. (Yes, my words.)

 

 

The bad news was that I was not only suffering from the before mentioned items but I was having cysts rupture the whole pregnancy due to having been diagnosed with endometriosis five years earlier. It was a miracle that I had even carried full term (plus one day). During labor, the doctor had the O.R. ready for an emergency C-section - just in case.

 

The worse news was that even though I had been in an emergency situation at 6 weeks along (hemorrhaging), my son was fine. It was his sister that hadn't made it. It had been too early to know she was even there and I had lost her. Since there wasn't ever a heart beat to catch (back when tech was less advanced), I hadn't known she was with me until I gave birth to her. Her name is/was Samantha. (She become a sleeping fairy tattoo that covers some of my scars from uterine surgeries.)

 

 

 It took me a long time to come to terms with her existence but I had prayed for one healthy child after having three surgeries to even get pregnant. It took me a year to conceive after the intensive work that I'd had done. I wasn't about to argue with God for giving me what I had asked for. I love my son (who just turned 15) and would never change having him.

He's the best thing that I've ever made. This was his firsts pics, with daddy and mommy.

 

 

So, my first pregnancy was with two beautiful angels. One was meant to hold my hand as he grew to be a whiz of a young man and the other watches over me and her brother. Samantha will always be in my heart and imprinted on my left side. Her brother will be my proof that doctors can't tell me what I'm NOT capable of doing. We're a stubborn breed, :-)

I love my babies and I never look back.

 

)))Corset Hugs(((

 

Ginny Lynn

Wench Writer