Lacy Lynn: Rocker chick with bombshell tendencies. i'm a total metalhead, rock n roll queen, i like it grimy and edgy, but i'm also a total girl.
i love makeup and i wear a lot of it. it's pretty much art to me. i like my eyebrows thin and mostly drawn on. it's a pain in the ass but it has to be that way. for me. my favorite makeup is M.A.C., of COURSE. i don't care if you think i wear too much. my boyfriend recently joked that i have a makeup sprayer that i use to cover my face, and that i set it to "Whore". mmmmmm kinda funny...kinda mean. he can suck it. he's just mad i get more attention from girls than he does. ;)
wow. that seriously looks like the top of my vanity. HAAAAA.
i'm obsessed with being as blonde as possible but have recently realized that i may need to take it down a notch, since i am also obsessed with keeping my hair as long in length as possible. bleach + hair = breakage. :( deep conditioning is my friend.
i'm really into promoting awareness for things about which i care deeply. i may post a lot of pictures of myself and have lots of girly, sexy things on my profile, but i am not just on Myspace to be shallow and self-serving. i no longer am content sitting on the sidelines, caring only about my own little world. i don't have a lot of money or resources, but i do what i can to educate, enlighten and spread awareness about the things that are important to me, even if it just means displaying an image or a banner on my profile or posting/re-posting a bulletin. i care a lot about women's and children's issues, and the plight of homeless and/or abused, neglected animals keeps me awake at night. you'll see more below.
i love the spanish language and hispanic culture and art. my great-grandpa was from mexico and made a living as a mexican hat dancer, no joke. im proud of my hispanic background-i know i dont look latina but i am so save the "dirty mexican" bullshit.
Right now, i am really all about trying to stay positive, love life, and appreciate what God has given me. it can be difficult, since I'm not happy at my current job and money is tight. i am naturally very worried and anxious and get emotionally overwhelmed easily, so it's hard to stay "up" sometimes. but i consider myself very blessed. i am not lucky, nor do i believe in luck. i'm not a hippie or "new age". i believe God has a plan for my life, and i'm just trying to enjoy every moment and every day. i live by the mantra "everything happens for a reason". even when things are tough, i really try to count my blessings and remember to let the little things go....not having money makes things difficult, but in the grand scheme, money and things mean very little to me.
Go ahead, call me "Goody Two Shoes", i don't drink (hardly ever--maybe once a year), smoke, or do drugs. on the contrary, I swear up a storm, have terrible road rage, and i am an independent consultant for toy parties and sensual products for women and couples. oh, the deviance! i love sex and sexual expression, i love educating women about their bodies and their sensuality. i have loads of fun doing my parties, and i make GREAT money. i'd like to do it full-time eventually so i can be a stay at home mom. i want babies, and soon!! :)
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I CARE ABOUT THESE SOCIAL ISSUES:
Chemical dependency/Drug addiction
Sex education (clinical and recreational...duh i sell sex toys)
Women's health issues--HPV-cervical cancer prevention-HPV Vaccine
FASD (fetal alcohol spectrum disorder)
SBS (Shaken Baby Syndrome awareness)
Down syndrome acceptance
Prevention of Animal Cruelty/Animal Fighting, the Circus, and Breed-Specific Legislation
Animal Adoption & Shelter Rescue in lieu of Buying/Breeding
Anti-Pet Stores/Puppy Mills
Pro-Spay/Neuter
Women's Reproductive Rights
The Truth about Birth/Labor & Delivery in America--"The Business of Being Born" film
Gay rights and acceptance
CLICK TO HELP AN ANIMAL IN NEED!! TAKES ON SECOND!! CLICK EVERYDAY!! (opens in new window)
..THIS IS YOUR FACE ON DRUGS...
Rock/Metal/Hardcore music
Music in general
Skulls
Black clothes
Black/dark nail polish
Tattoos (especially sleeves!!hotttt)
Big boots and high heels
MAKEUP... and lots of it
M.A.C. (see previous)
Quality people
Good grammar and large vocabularies
Putting ice in my milk
Sexy and edgy style and looks
Hispanic culture and the Spanish language
Hanging out with gay boys
Wearing bandanas, biker style or pin-up style
My boyfriend, my kitties, my friends, my family
God, and my faith
Sloths and llamas and donkeys
Pretty Girls, Hot Bitches, & Glamorous Women
Rainbows
My sister's babies, Marley, Coca, Kilo, & Jaydynn
The way it looks and feels in the morning, though I'm never awake for it
Rottweilers, Chihuahuas, Pugs, Boxers, Bulldogs (French, American, and English), Pit Bulls
Hard thuggy gangsta Rap--don't ask i know it's a contradiction
Fast Food/Junk Food :(
Dancing
Pin-up Girls
Kisses
Long hair
MAKEUP
Crisp fall days
the Ocean/Gulf of Mexico/the Beach
Girls with asses and curves
Guys with big shoulders and arms
Seafood
Burlesque culture
Mermaids
Doing my eye makeup
People that do good work for animals
Clear skies at night, preferably way out in the country with no city lights
Babies
Thunderstorms
Doing toy parties, educating women
Pamela Anderson
Swearing
Coca-Cola
Animal Rescue/Adoption
Boobs haha
Blonde hair
Black hair
Fake eyelashes
Sleeping...a lot
Sex toys
People that buy sex toys & products from me :)
Sex in general
Olivia de Berardinis art
Sunsets
Baby carrots with dill dip
Bettie Page
Checking out lots of library books that i'll never have time to read
Sweet potatoes
People that socially stir up a controversy or push the envelope
Watching movies over and over again
The colors pink, black & green, together or separate
Scrubs tv show
Beautifully-shaped Eyebrows...Natural or Drawn :)
the Moon
Did I mention MAKEUP?
Staying up really late
Sugar
Lindsey's lips
Jeff's legs
Life
CURRENT MOON moon phase info
♥MOON POEMS♥
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold by Emily Dickinson
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
A Night or two ago --
And now she turns Her perfect Face
Upon the World below --
Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde --
Her Cheek -- a Beryl hewn --
Her Eye unto the Summer Dew
The likest I have known --
Her Lips of Amber never part --
But what must be the smile
Upon Her Friend she could confer
Were such Her Silver Will --
And what a privilege to be
But the remotest Star --
For Certainty She take Her Way
Beside Your Palace Door --
Her Bonnet is the Firmament --
The Universe -- Her Shoe --
The Stars -- the Trinkets at Her Belt --
Her Dimities -- of Blue --
The Moon by William Topaz McGonagall
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou seemest most charming to my sight;
As I gaze upon thee in the sky so high,
A tear of joy does moisten mine eye.
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the Esquimau in the night;
For thou lettest him see to harpoon the fish,
And with them he makes a dainty dish.
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the fox in the night,
And lettest him see to steal the grey goose away
Out of the farm-yard from a stack of hay.
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the farmer in the night,
and makes his heart beat high with delight
As he views his crops by the light in the night.
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the eagle in the night,
And lettest him see to devour his prey
And carry it to his nest away.
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the mariner in the night
As he paces the deck alone,
Thinking of his dear friends at home.
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the weary traveller in the night;
For thou lightest up the wayside around
To him when he is homeward bound.
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the lovers in the night
As they walk through the shady groves alone,
Making love to each other before they go home.
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,
Thou cheerest the poacher in the night;
For thou lettest him see to set his snares
To catch the rabbit and the hares.
The Moon by William Henry Davies
Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul,
Oh, thou fair Moon, so close and bright;
Thy beauty makes me like the child
That cries aloud to own thy light:
The little child that lifts each arm
To press thee to her bosom warm.
Though there are birds that sing this night
With thy white beams across their throats,
Let my deep silence speak for me
More than for them their sweetest notes:
Who worships thee till music fails,
Is greater than thy nightingales.
The Moon by Robert Louis Stevenson
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.
The Harvest Moon by Ted Hughes
The flame-red moon, the harvest moon,
Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing,
A vast balloon,
Till it takes off, and sinks upward
To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon.
The harvest moon has come,
Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon.
And the earth replies all night, like a deep drum.
So people can't sleep,
So they go out where elms and oak trees keep
A kneeling vigil, in a religious hush.
The harvest moon has come!
And all the moonlit cows and all the sheep
Stare up at her petrified, while she swells
Filling heaven, as if red hot, and sailing
Closer and closer like the end of the world.
Till the gold fields of stiff wheat
Cry 'We are ripe, reap us!' and the rivers
Sweat from the melting hills.
The Crescent Moon by Amy Lowell
Slipping softly through the sky
Little horned, happy moon,
Can you hear me up so high?
Will you come down soon?
On my nursery window-sill
Will you stay your steady flight?
And then float away with me
Through the summer night?
Brushing over tops of trees,
Playing hide and seek with stars,
Peeping up through shiny clouds
At Jupiter or Mars.
I shall fill my lap with roses
Gathered in the milky way,
All to carry home to mother.
Oh! what will she say!
Little rocking, sailing moon,
Do you hear me shout -- Ahoy!
Just a little nearer, moon,
To please a little boy.
Phases of the Moon by Elinor Wylie
Once upon a time I heard
That the flying moon was a Phoenix bird;
Thus she sails through windy skies,
Thus in the willow's arms she lies;
Turn to the East or turn to the West
In many trees she makes her nest.
When she's but a pearly thread
Look among birch leaves overhead;
When she dies in yellow smoke
Look in a thunder-smitten oak;
But in May when the moon is full,
Bright as water and white as wool,
Look for her where she loves to be,
Asleep in a high magnolia tree.
Moonlight, summer moonlight by Emily Bronte
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
The solemn hour of midnight
Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,
But most where trees are sending
Their breezy boughs on high,
Or stooping low are lending
A shelter from the sky.
And there in those wild bowers
A lovely form is laid;
Green grass and dew-steeped flowers
Wave gently round her head.
Full Strawberry Moon by Raymond A. Foss
Was that right, or
Maybe a rose moon
Shared that night in June
Hovering behind
A curtain of mist
Humid air
On my lenses
Stare at our satellite
See the face in orange
And dusty rose
Full moon, new blood
Across the miles
Seeing it together
Though apart