Kiki Rockstar

We wanted to celebrate the end of summer with another fabulous Rockstar Soiree…

Nothing is more theraputic than a relaxed, lovely evening with friends.

Good food, delicious drinks, a beautiful setting plus fun guests is all that you need for a successful soiree.
Whether it be for 5 friends, 50 or 500, the care, and attention to detail comes through and reflect good planning and provide your guests with a feeling of being spoiled and treated to something extrordinary.

With a Rockstar Soiree, you simply take it up another notch and invest a little more effort in your theme and execution.

Of course you know, that with a Rockstar Soiree, Romance is ALWAYS part of the theme!

This time we held an intimate “ladies-only” event aboard the luxurious yacht, The Foxhunter IV…

Our mission with this party was just to help our guests unwind after a stressful week, and a busy summer packed with kids camps, office politics, and men with summer fever acting a damn fool!

We wanted to get in some good girl talk about sex, relationships, and finding Mr. Right in a sea of Mr. Wrongs so we set sail and popped bottles and chopped it up Rockstar Style.

Our 9 lovely ladies were treated like queens by our handsome “first mates”, Akil and D’Andre, who escorted our stilleto-clad bombshells to the yacht and graciously helped them aboard. Once properly ensconced, our princesses were served a mysterious tropical punch that got everyone loose-lipped aboard ship.

The menu was a colorful celebration of the end of summer:
Curried Chicken Skewers
Veggie Samosas
Crab and Artichoke Dip and Blue Corn Tortilla Chips
Gazpacho Shooters
Shrimp Cocktail
Beef Skewers with Grape Tomatoes Stuffed with Blue Cheese
Tropical Fruit
Miniature Key Lime and Mixed Berry Tarlets

Our guest received back massages and out-of-this-world foot rubs from our pampering princes who gave new meaning to the phrase “All Hands On Deck”!

As the evening went along swimmingly, we tried to keep it together because we were having so much fun!

Nautical nasty talk ensued throughout the night. As you know, with a little social lubricant added to the mix ANYTHING is possible.

Our boisterous fun attracted a lot of attention from other boaters (mostly men!) who happened to be docked nearby.

By chance, a good friend of mine was on a nearby boat, saw the Rockstar Flag waving high and came and joined us!

By the middle of the evening, we couldn’t keep our party to ourselves any longer and several handsome, successful, AND SINGLE gentleman clamoured to come on board and see what all the fun was about.

We ended up with about 8 cool as$ dudes in addition to our suave, gracious host Captain Jerry, and our handsome deck hands. Also shout out to my fabulous camera crew Wanakhavi and Nicole!

I wouldn’t be Kiki Rockstar if I didn’t get a camera out and put a mike in a few faces now that I got folks a little lit.

So fine, so friendly, these mature, sophisticated fellas opened up and shared so much about their dreams and desires regarding relationships and love. I felt blessed by their candid, heartfelt comments. It was so refreshing to hear about how MEN want to be treated by a woman and things that turn them off about women and being single in general.

We are bombarded by magazines and images, telling women what men want, both subliminally and overtly, through pictures of scantily clad underwear models or songs that debase women and their sexuality. That evening we heard directly from real men what they find sexy, what qualities in terms of character, they find important to connect and to commit.

In summary, I was absolutely pleased by how the evening turned out! I am sure that my guests felt the same way. It was an untraditonal evening to begin with and we let things flow and went along with the vibe and the positive energy and ended up in a totally unexpected, totally delightful place.

Good food, deliciously sexy cocktails, new and old friends, aboard the fabulous Foxhunter IV.

What could be more f-ing Rockstar than that?

I will be featuring many of the highlights from this evening on upcoming segments of Under The Covers TV hosted by me, of course…

xoxo
Kiki Rockstar

The Rockstar Speed Dating Phenomenon rolled through the DC Metropolitan Area and we may have increased the population!

We teamed up with WPGC’s Late Night Love Talk and Slow Jamz DJ Osei The Dark Secret, who provided just the right amount of Ying to My Yang…

Shout Out to Osei!

Yours truly The Mistress of Love, Kiki Rockstar has created a unique speed dating game that combines STYLE and SUBSTANCE with a superflirtatious twist…

You’ve got to try it!

The concept:
You are sexy, funny, and smart (and single hopefully)…
You want to meet someone special but maybe you are not too cool with clubbing, blind dates or dating online.

Looking for a potential person to go half on a baby with…
Ain’t getting any younger???

Why are you STILL SINGLE??

These two ladies checking out the Rockstar Speed Dating Passport are about to change all that!

But why do you think you have not found someone to settle down with (if that is what you want..)?
Cause you lazy.
Work too much.
Too tired…

I wonder if we put as much effort into our personal lives as we do into our jobs how successful would we be?

It’s nothing wrong with being single.

I’m single! And having a blast! I love to date. I love to meet new people and be romanced out of my atmosphere. But that’s just me!

Rockstar Speed Dating is for the rockstar in you. Either you are looking for Ms./Mr. Right or Mr./Ms. Right Now! It’s all good.
Keep your eyes, ears, hearts and minds open and you will at the very least have a lot of fun.

The Rockstar Speed Dating concept helps you get to know people just a little better with our special Question Cards…

The turnout was terrific! I met so many sexy grown folks with jobs and good credit!

It was a great effort to organize the event so I’d like to send special thanks to those that helped make it a success.

Nikki Sims
Double Exposure
Ron Garrett
Renee Kelly
Wana Films
Lateefa Morehouse
Dana Hill
Darin
WPGC’s Tracey Davis
and
The Management and Staff of The Sideline, especially Michelle Harris!

Look out for Rockstar Speed Dating.com!

Rockstar Speed Dating
Coming Soon to A Venue Near You!!!!

Better Late Than Never!

Look for my peeps Dwele’s new romantic album called Sketches of A Man, with the super hot single “Cheatin”.

I interviewed Dwele for Kiki Rockstar TV and you will see that little bit of hotness coming up real soon.

I had a blast at his album release party in New York at the sexy Sutra Lounge.

Thanks to my favorite new site www.inawordfab.com, I nicely jacked these pics from those girls!

The blazing single “Cheatin”, produced by another Kiki Rockstar favorite, my boy super producer G-1, is about a man in love/lust with two very different women. One is a lady in the streets, the other a freak between the sheets.

Dwele says he gets so many folks complaining about that and he has to let them know to actually listen to the song!

In the record, he is cheating on his girl with his girl! Ha!

His girl has split personalities! Now that is how you keep a man on his toes! Flip the script with a different chick on a regular. “What you want baby? A hood chick? Channel your inner Keisha Cole/Fantasia!

Or early Mary J.

Want a superfreak like my girl Lil Kim? Or Trina?

Spicing things up with a little role play is definitely on my menu.

People often wonder why men/women stray. I would argue that the number one family feud answer is DING! Boredom!

I know I get bored with the same ole routine in bed and out. So I can imagine being chained, I mean married, to the same piece a meatloaf for x amount of years and needing to find “something”.

So cheat on your man with your man!

Start off with some sexy email/texts telling each other what you want to do later…

Have him meet you at some super sexy sot and act like the two of you are on the creep!

Get a hotel room…(Shout out to Priceline.com for the low priced 4-star rooms!)

Put on a sexy outfil (let me tell you girls, the mistress ALWAYS has on nice matching bras and panties! You better know it!)

Handle your business… Dirty, dirty, dirty….

Don’t talk about it the next day. Just make sure to do it on a regular basis.

Sh&t! You might mess around, and not even be able to do it at home in the regular way!

That’s the only kind of cheating that keeps folks together!

Any more sexy suggestions… send them my way! I’ll publish the sexiest one!”
xoxo
Kiki

This is for those of you grown and sexy folks that really want to meet someone special. Maybe you don’t do online dating. Or maybe you don’t want to be the old man/old woman at the club trying to compete with half naked 22 year olds or saggy pants and bling wearing knuckleheads. Maybe you don’t know how to “Superman that ho..” or what a Soulja Boy or is it (Boi?).

Come join us Thursday, July 24th from 7-10pm at Lavar Arrington’s Lounge and Restaurant, The Sidelines at the Boulevard at the Capital Center.

Maybe someone you meet might know some Isley Brothers….

Thanks and Love to my boy Alex Everett, publisher of Alex the Magazine, sponsors of this wonderful event benefiting HIV positive youth. It was a really special evening and I am glad to have been apart of it.
All the Best,
KR

Why are some of us (men and women alike) attracted to drama?

We all say that we don’t want it. We all say that we don’t like arguing or fighting, but what is it about that girl that throws a glass of champagne in your face or that crazy guy that shows up at the same club while you are partying with your girls, that makes you want them even more?

I really can’t call it.

I touched upon it a taste with my last blog on “Are you the Jealous Type”, and if you haven’t figured it out yet, I use these blogs to work out my OWN issues with relationships, sex, and love. Unlike the Dr. Ruth’s and Sue Johansons, I am a real person, deeply embroiled in all of the the chaos and confusion of modern urban dating. So for me, the things I write about reflect the concerns of my peers as well as myself. For those a bit younger, perhaps they can use this site and these ramblings as instruction regarding recognizing warning signs, trying to isure that you protect your heart and mind and body and actually MAKE it to the other side of 20, cause I know but for the grace of God, I wouldn’t have.

I was blessed enough to have a wise and beautiful mother who made certain that she told me everyday that I was worthy of respect and love, and a patient and understanding dad that did the same, and told me never to settle.

They encouraged my learning and understanding about love, sex, and relationships from a very early age. And watched carefully as I developed into a curious, happy young woman with horny young boys buzzing around their house trying to get in my little cotton panties.

So the first time that I ever even experienced the drama of jealousy or the passion that you can feel for a person that manifests in violence, it was an emotion so new to me that it scared me. It felt unnatural and not right in my soul. After trying to stab my ex in the hand with a pencil (the closest thing I could grab), I knew that it we were on our way to being finished.

Instinctively, I felt that someone that can make me feel that angry was probably not the one for me. Bring out the worst in a person IS NOT love or an emblem of love. It’s just not.

Some of you all may have baby mama’s or daddy’s that you are not in a relationship with, but still they have a hold on your heart.

You don’t want them to move on, especially if you haven’t.

Thinking about them re-creating a little family with the child that you share, is a painful and powerfully deep emotion. I get that.

But when is enough, just that, enough?

Certainly when violence comes into the picture.

Look, I’ve been around the block. And I’ve heard a lot of women that say that a black eye from a dude is a sign of how much he cares. That is the saddest thing in the world for me, especially if your little son actually saw his dad black mommy’s eye. Or especially if your little daughter saw you man-handling mommy and gets the idea burned into her sweet little heart that this is just how men and women get down.

The love is there. But its tainted. The passion is there, but its off. Its not a dedication to the other person’s pleasure, but a battle of wills, a power struggle.

I have a very good friend, a dude, who gets into these knock down drag out things with his girl. And he’s not a small dude! She is a small chick, with a big old nasty as$ mouth. And the two of them just go toe to toe on each other. Get locked up and have restraining orders put on each other, the whole nine.

I chastise him for putting his hands on a woman.

But on the real, no one should put their hands on ANYONE. That’s one double standard that needs to be clarified. As a woman, you know your strength, and a lot of women use their mouths just like some men use their fists. Will curse a man’s momma and stand back with their chins out just daring them to hit them.

Why? What is up with that stupid as$ $hit?

Why should they expect superhuman self control on his part, when they don’t have it?

Just like when I talk about “When No Means No”, women that don’t take responsability for how a situation turns out, make it worse for other women and perpetuate the stereotype that women are overly emotional, change their minds on a whim, and can’t be taken seriously when they express their ideas and opinions.

So when my friend and his girl start screwing again, weeks after sittin in his and her cells seething overnight, I just don’t fu*king get it!

Texting nasty texts to each other in violation of their protective order forbidding any contact whatsoever, as if they just know it’s not over. It’s not over until they are both laying out on the ground on some War of the Roses-type sh*t.

Baby, please don’t love me that much!

If I can’t have you no one can type of love, on some Ike sh*t. That is the sign of a sick person. If a person even comes at you like that in jest, straighten them out pronto!

Crazy, do anything for you love is cool.

But like sex, love should come from a happy and healthy place. It should be about making the person a better person. Loving the good in them and accepting the flaws. But a tendency towards violence isn’t exactly a flaw, it’s a deal breaker.

If you wonder why you keep attracting drama kings/queens, take a good look at yourself and your whole style.

If you think its cute to play little games with your man, telling him about how his boys think you’re fly or how many men try to holla at you and get your attention, believe me, chances are you will find yourself an insecure dude. Fast forward to him in flip-flops putting you over his shoulders and taking you out of the club.

If you think you are such a player and find yourself being shady about your whereabouts and the company you keep, then when you come home and find old girl crouched in the corner with a butcher knife, hair all wild, looking like that doll from that horror movie, it will be too late for me to help you! That’s for sure.

Simply put, don’t start none, won’t be none!

I think being clear in ones own head about the KIND of love they want and need is really important. Its not about being grown and sexy and the trappings of a certain lifestyle or a persons temporary physicality. How does a person contribute to the growth and happiness of your soul? Do the make you feel big or do they make you feel small?

Very simple questions.

Do they put you high on their priority list or do they constantly let you know that you are not even on the list?

Some folks need a lot of attention. Some need compliments, some need to be listened to. But you won’t do anyone any good if you yourself don’t know what you want and what you need.

Drama filled relationships, I’ve had my share. One guy I dated was bi-polar for goodness sakes!

Talk about ups and downs!

I have a lot of love for him still. But I couldn’t expose myself to that for the long term and we had to part ways. As difficult as that was for the both of us, I forgave him and tried to distinguish what behavior was a result of him being off of his meds and what was just his personality using his illness as a justification for coming out the mouth wrong.

Tainted Love folks. I’m telling you, ask an older person about that and see what they say.

Cursing and fighting and carrying on, it wears you down and wears you out. It goes absolutely no where and is such a waste of time and energy, and most importantly if there are children involved, leaves them with a terrible blueprint for their future romantic interactions.

I beg you all to keep your hands off each other. I ask that if someone is putting violence into the mix, seek help. Get whatever support you can muster to wean yourself off that type of addiction. Remember that the person will be alright without you. They will figure things out for themselves. It certainly is not your responsability to raise a grown as$ person and teach them respect.

Respect yourself.

Peace

Peace

Peace

and

Love

xoxo
Kiki Rockstar

Ever been in this situation before?

You meet a fine as$ guy/girl and start talking. Maybe you go on some date, maybe not. The chemistry between the two of you is soooo strong, you know very early in the relationship that… It’s going down.

Blah, blah, blah fast forward to the fuc%in.

Finally, it jumps off correctly and the two of you are in bed together with that starry-eyed look, like “Wow! What just happened?”

Lovely, Lady Lust takes her leave and the curtains open to a bright, clear sunny morning. Pleasantries are exchanged, and a bit of giddy awkwardness transpires between the two of you. If it was that good, the hope is that you will do it again. And again. And again.

Texting, e-mailing, talking goes on. Seemingly under the guise of continuing “getting to know each other”. But after someone has been up in your guts, what more do you really care to know?

Besides of course, when do they get off work?

Presumably, you’ve had the talk. “Are you seeing anyone? No… no one exclusively…”

Why is that the moment where fools lose their hearing? If you don’t just answer “Yes. I’m with someone”, (and sometimes even if you do) once you hit, you will forget all about anyone else possibly lurking in the wings for either of you. Maybe ego goes into play a little bit after you think you’ve put something on them soooo vicious that they couldn’t possibly still be checking for another person.

Whatever went on before, you might be like “Dead that!”

But life is never that easy, is it?

Time to do some accounting. Time to think about the the fools that you were dealing with before Prince/Princess Charming rode through on a wave of passion and took you way out from reality’s shores. (Time to realize that your hot new partner probably has to check in with a few folks too…)

Are you over them? Were they your in a pinch pus$y or d*ck? Was it someone that you wanted to prove a point to?

Or…

Was it someone that started out the same way as this new piece? Someone that you were superhot for and once you banged them out of your system, you were still hungry for more.

Something sent you back to the bar right? Something in your spirit was at least open to the possibilities.

Now that you’ve got a new hot affair going on, the real question is where does it go from there?

It’s so easy to get comfortable with someone that you have great sex with, and if you didn’t take the time, before you got intimate, to establish some boundaries, express your feelings and all that jazz, the physical connection can sometimes outpace the emotional connection that needs nuturing in order to for a real relationship to blossom.

In other words, all you can do is think about fuc&in that person to death.

You hear me?

Death. That’s right. To the end. To the abyss.

Again, forgetting the fact that this person may have 10-30-50 years of (good) screwing under their belt and they sure as sh*t wasn’t doing it alone. And while baggage isn’t the right word, it kinda is. The longer you travel the more you pick up…

I mean, make no mistake, you got to follow your gut, and listen to your heart of course. Protect yourself mentally as well as physically, no doubt. But when there is some gooood sex involved, folks have been known to lose their gd minds.

So, there you are again still in the afterglow, and its just killing you beneath the surface. You start to get the thoughts of things like, “He can’t be looking at another woman the way he looks at me.” Or “I wonder who elses dic% she sucks like that?” .

All that type of foolishness.

Somehow, the relationship starts to change and you begin to interpret sh*t much differently. Much differently.

The texts and emails take on a suspicious tonality under a thinly veiled lightheartedness. Even something as simple as “What r u doin?” or “Where u at?”, may seem desperate or loaded with mistrust.

Intentionally or not.

This phenomenon is known in the urban dating jungle, as “catching feelings”. Maybe you’ve heard of it. Maybe it’s happened to you or someone you know.

It’s a sneaky, clever little virus that even a Magnum can’t prevent you from catching. (Sh*t, as a matter of fact, if you need to use a Magnum, you are more that 75% more likely TOO catch that sh*t! Word!)

The worst thing about it, is that sh*t ain’t contageous. It is NOT!

Meaning, the two of you, lying there in post-coital bliss, a hotbed of growth for the potential feelings virus, and only one of you might contract it.

Trust me it CAN be fatal.

Catching feelings too early in the relationship could lead to disaster, although it doesn’t have to. It seems to me that even the most mature, communicative people can have their intellect just shut down and let their emotional system simply go on autopilot.

Next thing you know, you’re trying to break a mf’s email password, trying to look at their phone while they are in the bathroom.

Following them or trying to “just bump in to them” at the gym or any of the other places they were dumb enough to share that they frequent. All that good stuff.

Now, you may think of yourself as normal. Still somehow, at 4′0clock in the morning, texting, emailing, and calling the shit out of someone that won’t respond, you still think that you ain’t crazy!

And if anyone were ever to ask you if you were “the jealous type” you would defiantly, instinctively almost, say “No!!!”

Images of someone keying a person’s car, or having one of their friends crank call from a non-published number, or even showing up at their job unannounced come to mind and you, with your clearheaded self would never in a million years stoop that low…

You have way to much self esteem for that, right boo!

But …

It happens. Sh*t happens. And FY-mutherfuc%in-I, it can happen to the best of us (ie., me).

A person can have me OPEN off the good head. For real. Can have me looking at the clock and checking both my phones and all my emails for a hit, even when the person may not have all that info, I’m still checking a 5 year old hotmail account filled with spam…
Just in case!

And it doesn’t matter, who else is still lingering… Still calling… Still asking to see you or go out…

You want that next &hit.

You want that next hit.

Well, maybe everyone isn’t as much of a creepy, obsessive as me. I don’t know. I’m sure I’ve had a few twisted off the heady myself, no doubt!

I just wanted to put it out there to you. My peoples. Because you guys know your own hearts and minds better than anyone. This is just a call to you out there to re-evaluate your ways of thinking as this Spring Fever Season comes upon us.

I always say that folks should be as honest as they can about their status. Hurting and playing a person is terrible Karma. The thing that I feel is most important is that you be aware of who you are taking into your inner sanctum, what their motivations are and what they are all about. Know a mf.

Don’t forget what they told you about themselves and their past before you lay down. While anyone can change, don’t think that your p*ssy or your penis has the power to change them. It don’t.

If a person truly wants more from you than some dynamite head, then you’ll know it. You won’t be the only one texting, calling etc. A reciprocal flow will be present and you will feel it. The communication, the interaction, the diversity of experiences in and out of the bedroom will come naturally and give way to something real, something vibrant, a relationship.

We all know what lust feels like. But how about lusting for someone for a lifetime?

How about having a person in your life, that so intrigues you, one that you know will keep you guessing and on your toes in order to keep things hot between you for as long as you are together?

That is what I’m looking for…

Here’s to the journey!

Cheers!

XOXO

Kiki Rockstar

Like Wu-Tang says, “You Best Protect Ya Neck!”

I just want to state for the record, I wear a weave. A bangin as$ weave, nonetheless, I would be remiss not to acknowledge that this long train of silky goodness flowing down my back is a product of Beverly Johnson’s Yaki Number 1B, 18 and 16 inch 100% human hair! Don’t do me!

But the thing is, I don’t front on that at all. Not one bit. I mean, give me a break! I’m a proud and beautiful Black lady, no doubt. And underneath my glorious mane is a healthy thick head of strong nubian newgrowth. You might see me sporting my short hair, kept tight. But sometimes I do love to shake my $hit and let my hair hang low? Most definitely!

Many women, like myself, of all races and colors, dye, cut and weave their hair and change their looks to fit their mood and personal style. Some front and get a mid-length joint in an attempt to look professional, or “natural”. Respect.

But for me, a weave is a chance to indulge in a fantasy look. When I “put my hair on” I always say, watch out. Because it represents a sort of physical and psychological transformation, into the super sexy powerful weava-licious she-b*tch that is Kiki Rockstar.

I hate when men and even some women, make a big deal out of women that weave their hair. Men say that they don’t like not being able to run their fingers through it when they are “doin the do”. Women try to hate and call a sister out, “that sh^t ain’t real!”

The thing is, how many black girls do you know with hair down their backs anyway? Who do I think I’m fooling? Nobody. Like Pam Anderson and her big as$ titties. She ain’t TRYING to act like them things ain’t silicone! But I dare you to say that she’s not sexy (or widely thought of as sexy)!

I’m not the type of feminist that tries to deconstruct each and every beauty procedure and pick and choose the ones I don’t necessarily subscribe to and judge the rest and the women that do make those style choices. I put a weave right in there with a perm or a relaxer, or makeup or stilletos.

NONE OF THAT SHIT IS NATURAL.

It’s all ornemental. It’s all cosmetic, and it’s all a personal choice. As in most things, my motto is, “If you like it, I love it!”

Look, white (and black and other) girls are out here wearing Paris Hilton or Jessica Simpson (brand) “extensions”. Getting butt implants to get that J.Lo Butt Flow. We all want a bit of what the other has. More butt, or less, more hips, more titties,more hair.

It’s all good. (To an extent- note that plastic surgery addict who hates EVERYTHING about herself)

We are not having THAT conversation today!

I’m talking about that awkwardness that exists when you are getting with a new guy, who may or may not suspect that the lady has a few packs of yaki in her head at the time. And as he tenderly caresses her face and his hands move to the back of her head and feels the tiny braids underneath.

What do you do?

Option 1: React quickly and smoothly. Take his hand and slide it around to the front and kiss it and put it somewhere more efficient.

Option 2: Don’t react. Let him feel that sh*t. Don’t front! Y’all bout to get busy! He’s going to feel a lot more than some braids and a track! So if he can’t get wood because he feels mislead, then he ain’t the one no way! By the way, I’m sure there may be one or two things he may have mislead your a$s on too! See how he reacts as your hand approaches his LITTLE secret!

You can choose to tell him in advance not to touch your head, but that’s just weird! What else could the reason be? Plus, that’s injecting shame into the game.

What’s the big freaking deal anyway? Why can’t we evolve on this issue? Why do we judge and penalize the regular working chick that wants a little bouncy flip one week and a Toni Braxton 90’s cut the next but ignore the fact that every imitated beauty icon pretty much ever, achieved that status through utilizing the full arsenal of creatives, hair dressers, makeup artists and stylists available and without all those HOURS of pre-photo shoot prep, those women can look like a hot mess and get caught out there just like the rest of us!

Spray tan! Hello!
Lipo. Botox.Implant.

It’s part of the game.

A game that makes women mutilate themselves to gain access to that major cake.

Like these athletes. The HUGE major athletes whose nuts are shrivling up as we speak as one by one they get outted for steroids.

Be the best. AT ANY COST! It’s the American Way!

Is it not?

Full circle on the weave issue, more of a recap as I’ve already given you the two most sensible courses above.

Maybe I can suggest a way for the fellas out there to handle the situation and the proper most gentlemanly way to not embarass either of you. After all, isn’t the object to get busy? Not the time to discuss styling tips!

I think that the man in this situation should either,

A: Touch the weave. Don’t be afraid. It won’t bite. If the hair is good quality, and it usually is decent because it’s an expensive process that you want to last so you invest in the hair so that it can hold up.

If you must say anything at all, say Wow! You hair looks beautiful. Because it IS her hair. She bought it.

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B: If she stops you, just take the hint and take your hand and move on down to the much more interesting, and much more telling short and curly hairs.

Happy hunting!

In Recap:
All that matters is that women feel good about themselves and sexy and powerful in bed and out. And keeps it open and real about what methods she uses to achieve her look. Be it exercise, diet or whatever. Especially those in the media that get so much (over) exposure for these issues.

On a personal level, what happens when two people when they begin to go down the road to intimacy is a peeling of layers and a letting down of barriers. Part of setting that comfort level has to do with accepting your new partner with respect and love. Fat rolls, third nipples, butt hair and all.

Love,

Kiki Rockstar

When I was a cheerleader (just imagine that!), that was one of our big cheers.
B-E A-GG-R-E-SS-I-V-E!
BE AGGRESSIVE!

What the hell did we know about being aggressive back then?

When it comes to men, I definitely am a big fan of the “lady-like” approach. I believe in the old-school way of doing things and you won’t find me asking a guy out on a date (at least not the first time). But the thing about fully embracing the concepts of female agency and empowerment, is that being aggressive doesn’t necessarily mean stepping out of your comfort zone and turning into an assertive she-slut that goes hard to get what she wants.

I just think that’s not a good long term plan!

But men are very attuned to women, their gestures, their voice modulations, mannerisms, etc. They have absorbed a lot of rejection over the years! So they do love to get a sign, an inkling, that you want them! Basically, a dude that doesn’t pay attention to ANYTHING else you may tell him, will notice your bra strap showing or your pantyline and fixate on that sh*t with an almost creepy intentsity!

One of the most frequent comments, complaints, what-have-you, that I hear from men, is that they wish their women would initiate sex (or intimacy) more often.

You guys have heard this one before I am sure!

Women respond often with a lot of excuses! Tired. The kids. The housework. He doesn’t help…blah, blah, blah.

Just because I am a woman doesn’t mean I cosign all the BS that women put out there! I don’t believe that a lot of you all are doing it right. You work and primp and preen to GET that man, you work that sh*t like a GD job! Smelling good, shaving where you don’t normally shave, the whole 8. But when you get him locked, put it down on him so good so good, you think he won’t even smell another kitty in the vicinity. That’s when you lose your mind!

Men are like babies to an extent, when it comes to their attention span, you got to keep it moving and swirlin! You got to distract and amaze and entertain them mf’s.

That’s if you want to keep them at home…

See, the problem is the gap between what we imagine that men want and what would even just be good enough to satisfy them.

As I go through the country on my quest to find out what men want from love sex and relationships, what I hear very commonly is that men want to FEEL wanted! They, just like women, want to feel like the object of their loved ones desire.

Remember I said that I’m old-fashioned. And what I meant by that is when it comes to a man, I can get on some Cleopatra sh*t.

She was known for her theatrical and fandango approach to love and lovemaking. Making her lovers feel like the kings and princes that they were…

She was not the most beautiful woman, but she was clever. She got it.

Being aggressive in today’s modern times doens’t mean rolling up on your man in a barge or a parade float with feathers on your titties. It may just mean wearing a garter belt!

It may mean flashing him when you get out of the shower.

It may mean showing up at his office and getting it on at lunchtime.

It may just mean looking in his eyes and licking your lips.

It may mean patting his as$ or grabbing his package unexpectedly! (You shouldn’t be a stranger to it!)

It may just mean saying a flirty comment or paying a compliment!

It may mean writing a nasty or suggestive e-mail or text message.

So you seeeeeee!

I’ve given you ladies a lot to work with.
Small, medium, and big girl panty stuff.

It don’t take much is what I am trying to share with you. Deviate from your look, from your sweatpants and ponytail from time to time. Remember why you wanted that man in the first place. I know for some women, they think that having a man means that you can finally let your hair down. But where are those women in a few years?
Crying to me, Kiki Rockstar, about why their man don’t blah blah blah like he used to!

Then you notice he’s wearing cologne.
He’s going to the gym.
He’s “out with the boys”…

First Fridays, my as$.

Relationships are work. You get out what you put in! Love is a verb as well as a noun remember-an action word!
You want thoughtfulness, surprises, attention. So does he!
You want to get your world rocked, so does he.

You want to keep him somewhat in check, then let him know what he has in you is unlike anything and anyone else.

BE AGGRESSIVE!

In a very lady-like sort of way!

Always.

Love,

Kiki Rockstar

OBAMA 08!

This is Me (Kiki Rockstar), Christie Canyons, Sinnamon Love, Diana Devue

The pics a little shady but that’s ok.

Wowza!

That’s really all I can say.

That was some wild sh*t.

Long Story Long

I’m in LA doing interviews for Under The Covers TV. I just happen to be working with SInnamon Love that day. She’s bouncing and mis-behaving all day and we are having a f-ing blast!

We never want the interview to end. She’s pulling toys out of her toybox for my cameras that you have never seen.

She tells me that she has an interview and needs a ride to some studio in the Valley, near Pasadena.

As wonderful as she was, we obliged of course.

Next thing you know, we are in the studio of Playboy Radio, broadcasting on Sirus Satelite Radio.

The show is Night Calls, hosted by porn legend, Christie Canyons.

I’ma let you look that name up if you want to, but I’ll just say, she is as wild and funny as they get.

So they see my press kit and my folks mish mosh my ass up in there.

There I am, knee deep in silicone double-d’s! No problem! Been there done that!

I talked about my book, Under The Covers, which you all still need to buy.

I talked about Under The Covers TV and all the super fun interviews I have been getting.

They asked me why I never tried to do any porn.

I said, I didn’t say I havent! Ha!

I did tell them that I DIRECTED some porn! They proceeded to have me direct a lesmo 3way! I called it Study Bunnies. I’m such a nerd.

It was wild. They smothered each other with their tits and sat on faces, the whole 8.

Me, I just chilled. I do my dirt in private.

For me, I’m more of an excitement junky. I need to have some scenario to get me going… I can’t get freaky and have my homegirl and producer best friend looking at my big as$ bouncing up and down on a stiffy.

Nah, not my style!

But I directed the f out of those lovelies! Thanks!

That’s my style.

Pimpin is easy. And fun.

xoxo
Kiki Rockstar