It’s a lonely life, being an author. As I sit here in my freezing Parisian garret, I think about all the great artists who have struggled away here. Hemingway, Gertrude Stein, Ezra Pound, F. Scott Fitzgerald and countless others working away, all alone, to produce masterpieces. And I sympathise with them. It’s not easy, and it’s especially hard when you do not really know your readers and what they really want to read.
Mind you, it would be tougher for me if I actually did live in a freezing Parisian garret. That’s just in my mind. In real life, I am sitting in our tropical home in North Queensland. It’s around 88o F, but the ceiling fans are on and the sea breeze is kicking in and making things quite pleasant. Perhaps I could be more serious about my writing if the coconut palms in the garden did not keep waving at me and seducing me away from my duty...
As to what my readers want, it seems they prefer something romantic, sexy and above all, short. It’s true - many people want to read something in an evening, not a week. Well, that’s possible. Why not? They want something like a literary magazine that they can dip into and set aside for later without losing the thread of a story.
Fine. I like writing magazines. I get so much freedom to have fun and write about anything like. Sex, history, sex, art, politics, humour, (did I mention sex?) - anything that comes into my head that day. It is all good fun, and thanks to ebooks and tablets, I can include all the illustrations I like. I enjoy being a modern city chick, even if I am not... Here is a peep into Jacqueline and a Sexy Year
The Magnificent Male Obsession
The essence of life is the smile of round, female bottoms.
If there is one part of your body most responsible for driving you nuts, it is probably – let me guess – your butt. Hardly anyone is content with theirs which is strange, when you think about it. Your logical brain tells you is no more or less attractive than the rest of you, but you still fret and worry, and get a crick in your neck trying to see it in the mirror. (That never works, of course. You’re all twisted out of shape trying to see behind you.)
You need help, and if you want an honest opinion, you need male help. And men do not have any hang-ups about your bum. They love women’s bums. Even men who prefer men appreciate the finer points of the female bottom.
I wonder why that is. I mean, men love breasts, and that’s perfectly sensible. Breasts are a female speciality, and men love females. Breasts are fun to play with, and our nipples are directly wired into our sexual circuitry. Play with them, and it’s almost like flicking a switch.
Bottoms are not the same thing at all. Not unique to women, and not overtly part of the sexual process. So why the fuss? I suspect Darwin has the answer. A woman who can successfully store fat in the good times, makes a better partner when food is short. And where do you store your excess fat? Men evolved looking for women with fat bums – it’s perfectly logical.
We might have left the plains of Africa hundreds of thousands of years ago, but men not changed much. Have you been following The Saga of Pippa’s Bum? Pippa is the sister of Kate, Duchess of Cambridge. Ever since she upstaged her older sister at the royal wedding, Pippa has been famous. She had dressed in a beautiful, slinky gown, perfect for the occasion and perfect for showing off her bum. As she first swayed onto our television screens, there was a collective sigh from males all over the world. They just couldn’t help themselves. The world went mad over it. In America the cosmetic surgeons have queues down the street of women wanting bum lifts. Female conspiracy theorists everywhere are sure Pippa had hidden support, although it must have been very well hidden. True believers immediately got onto FaceBook, and started pages. One of them got a quarter of a million Likes.
It’s not just the television generation either. Go to any gallery of classical paintings and sculpture and you will see that male artists have been loving female bums for ever. We’re not talking tiny, fashion model-type bums here. I mean full on, mature, voluptuous bottoms a man can grasp with both hands and feel comfortable with.
Whenever men see Greek statues like that in a museum, they want to climb over the red velvet rope and run their hands over the curves. It’s an essential part of their nature, and they’ll never change.
Men are attracted to your bum, and what are you going to do about it? That depends a little on you, of course. While men enjoy a certain amount of fat in this area, it is possible to have too much of a good thing. If that’s you – and I mean much too fat, not just plump – then you need diet and exercise, not just for your sex life but for your health too.
If you are too skinny, eat more chocolate (but keep doing the tummy exercises in case the chocolate loses its way). If you are just comfortable – like most of us – flaunt it! Proper underwear, proper panty hose, shameless leggings – anything to show off those curves and make men want to grab you.
Do you want your man to look at you with naked hunger in his eyes? Do you want him to feel proud beside you and get a kick out of showing you off to his friends? Well, you’re sitting on your greatest asset. It’s time to use it. You’ll be surprised how much fun it will bring you.
Jacqueline lives in Far North Queensland, on the shore of the Coral Sea. She keeps herself busy with her cats and garden, and by writing books - some of which are far too naughty for her own good. You can find out more about Jacqueline and her books at www.jacquelinegeorgewriter.com