Madonna — I’ll Ride (Naked) With You!
So Madonna’s being pilloried yet again, only this time it’s for being Madonna. Oh. Wait. Silly me, that’s the way it always goes down. But this time it’s because she had the audacity to wear an outfit in public, that she herself would probably wear in public.
Yeah. So, how about that, hmm? Crazy, hey? I mean, besides the ridiculousness of people being all up in arms about Madonna being Madonna how can they not observe that the outfit she wore was not entirely dissimilar to most of Cher’s red carpet gowns and stage outfits of the past 30+ years or so.
I’m sorry, what am I missing? Oh that’s right.
The dear ol’ doddery darling is going to be 58 in August. Eww, right? How gross…right?
Um, sorry, I’m confused…why again?
OH that’s right. Older women aren’t supposed to in any way behave like regular women, when they are ‘of a certain age’, unless of course they are Helen Mirren. She, for some reason get’s a ‘get out of sexist age-ism free card’ even though she too wears sexy apparel, appears nude in films, still flirts with interviewers and flagrantly exploits her own sex appeal with delicious abandon.
I’m still confused.
Is it because Madonna’s a mother? Is it because she swears? Is it because she’s not Eartha Kitt? Why does Madonna STILL polarise people so?
A lot of the scathing attacks on Madge this week lead with the statement “No wonder her son wants nothing to do with her…”
Yes, good boy, bad girl. We have no idea actually what’s really going on there, but it’s easy to buy into the obvious stereotype when it makes for a clickable headline.
I’m bemused by the shock, but frankly horrified by the bile that she’s receiving. I’ve been a Madonna fan for many years — I can’t say I’m madly in love with this particular get-up. But I find it neither offensive nor particularly inspiring, but I’m sure she’s got some sort of Urban underground thing she’s aiming for, whatever, who cares really.
If that’s the way she wants to dress, who has the right to slam her for it?
I’m only a little more than three years her junior, so I find it particularly mystifying purely from the point of view of someone who is nearly her age and feels just as much right to still be sexy and dress or undress however the fuck I want.
Here’s a headline: I am going on 55 and I am not repulsed by myself, naked. The older I get, the more and more and more comfortable I am, with my body, in a true “COMFORT” way. And not just in a vain or sexual way — just in a ‘grateful human inhabiting my skin’ way. Sure, changes are happening to my skin more rapidly than I’ve been able to get used to them lately, but, I’m alive, I have my health, I’m still a force to be reckoned with and a woman who loves being a woman. What the fuck do I have to complain about?
And…I have to add, in true Amy Schumer fashion, I’m single and I can (still) catch a dick whenever I want. (oh god bless her little cotton socks)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkcNZiTgr6M
Yes, indeedy. Yet (ironically or not, I’m still trying to figure it out) even in my purportedly grotesque state, (you know, laugh lines, post-babies body etc) — I’m a lot more choosy about whose member towards which I will extend my mitt — than I was the last time I was single in my 30s (most of it was ego driven one-night stands) and the first time I was single in my teens (which were mostly insecurity driven one night stands). And most of the offers are not coming from my own age group. In fact, not even close. I don’t care how old they are, I conduct rigorous interviews centred around who they are as people and what makes them tick - sapiosexuals FTW.
And the main reason I’m choosy is I just want to have really good sex — MY way. I have nothing to prove. No party tricks to parade. No fantasies to fullfil or porn scenarios to replicate. I just want to connect with like minds and share the incredibly powerful sexual energy that lives inside me — which becomes magnified when I’m connecting with someone else’s. No sleaze please. I’ve long outgrown the notion that sex should be a guilty pleasure — or something I’m supposed to dish up in order to earn someone’s love. I’m talking science. Acknowledgement. Universal love.
I’m not bragging (much) I’m just saying — why are people STILL ragging on Madonna for always shamelessly embodying the fantasy image that she has always represented to millions of her adoring fans. She is her own muse and over the years she has been creating a magnificent work of art - in perpetual progress. She started a conversation.
She gets way more judgement and hatred than any of her male counterparts or female for that matter — put together.
Why? For always being herself. For not changing after motherhood. For never changing at all. How dare she? Doesn’t she know she’s OVER 50 and that’s supposed to MEAN something really condescending that apparently everyone’s really ok with saying.
Why? Because we’re supposed to don halos when we become mothers. Oh, and please FORGET that a bloody good rogering is the thing that made us mothers in the first place.
Bite me.
A few weeks ago I participated in an Art Party event where I had my upper torso painted by a wonderful artist by the name of Corrie Robbins. She used special UV reactive paint. The results were stunning:
After I had been painted upon, I was able to happily join in the rest of the event’s activities. The top I was wearing left most of my breasts exposed — bar a wee bit of nipple (which wasn’t easy to conceal and fell out constantly) but I have to say, I felt really comfortable. In some ways, I felt more comfortable than I have ever before. I felt totally free.
Sure, I’m a life model so I’m used to being naked in front of artists but this was a public event. And for the most part, people who gawped at my chest were admiring the artwork. That made me feel not only comfortable but quite incredibly beautiful. I was a canvas. I was art. My contours — while not quite as perky as they were once, nonetheless still enhanced the overall effect. It was a rare earth goddess moment. I relished it. I wish I could walk around like that all the time TBH. I highly recommend it to anyone.
So if I feel good about myself and Madonna feels good about herself, then why the fuck won’t everyone celebrate us. Just for feeling really super ok in our skin, in a world that is obsessed with youth.
Oh and for still having a healthy sex life.
I have never understood why any female would whinge about her age or ‘wish she could be younger’. There’s not only wisdom in them thar hills — but it comes with a nice big splash of positive self-esteem and understanding of one’s TRUE worth as a human being. It’s amazeballs.
As a teen, I used to think I was very plain. Until my boobs grew. Then I still felt very plain, but with great tits.
These days I just feel happy. About all of it. The years. The tears. The babies. The stretch marks. The wrinkles. The tits that fall under my pits when I lay on my back.
The amazing way that I’ve changed from a slender gazelle into a more pear-shaped gazelle.
Fuck you, I’m still a gazelle!
The last time I wrote about Ms Ciccone it was to celebrate 20 years since “Sex”. I mean, come on people, which part of the word “SEX” doesn’t anyone get, when it comes to Madge and her persona?
http://insiderose.com/post/29594676586/mdna
Leave MADONNA ALOOOOONNNNE OK!
She’s a bit weirdly aggro these days, sure, but man is that woman shrewd, amazingly strong, incredibly fit, wonderfully honest and hells sexy.
And beautifully vulnerable and fragile too.
And she’s over 50 and she occasionally she gets her tits out.
Who doesn’t?
She’s standing up for every woman that gets bullied into behaving a certain way and she always has. Well Madonna — you crazy-ass bitch:
#IllRideNakedWitchu any day,
Your’s
Unapologetically,
Rose
