Showing posts with label Interview. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Interview. Show all posts

Friday, November 26, 2010

Two Hearts Beating: Together?



After reading, The Decline of Men by noted author, journalist and entrepreneur, Guy Garcia, I took a long sip of my wine and let it sink in. Feminism was never about becoming greater than men, it was about becoming their equal; somewhere along the line, the rise of female success had led men to feel inadequate.

I could not help but feel a twinge of depression, did this mean that I would never find my partner in crime? Was all hope of finding my equal now lost? The only thing I could do was track Mr. Garcia down and find out; was all hope lost, or would men eventually be able to find a new sense of self?

His answer? A little from column 'A' and a little from column 'B'.


Chloe: As a male journalist specializing in socio-economic market research, what is the most notable shift you’ve witnessed, since the start of your career in the early 80’s, in terms of female attitude and behavior?    

Guy Garcia: Female attitude and behavior has become more complex as women continue to rise as a gender. Their options in education, work and social life continue to expand, which has made their lives more fulfilling but also more complicated. As men’s social and employment options shrink, women are more and more likely to be a co-income contributor, or increasingly, the main breadwinner. As women become better educated and financially independent, the pool of men that they respect or deem worthy of being with will continue to shrink.


C: As per your novel, The Decline of Men, women have a better success rate when it comes to our modern day social structures (ironic as I believe it was men who created these norms). Do you feel that young men are doomed to be less successful than their female counterparts? Or is it the late 30 and 40 year old's of today who will fall victim to the societal changes of women? 

GG: First of all, The Decline of Men is non-fiction business/sociology. It’s true that women are better suited for the 21st century economy, which favors communication and people skills that give women an innate edge over men. In 2010, women outnumbered men in the workforce for the first time in U.S. history. Also, with women making up more than 60% of all college students in America, it’s only a matter of time before women pull ahead of men in terms of overall earning power. It is indeed ironic that the socio-economic structures that men built—and the very machines that make their muscles irrelevant and obsolete—no longer favor the male gender. The traditional definition of males and why they matter is obsolete and as a society we are still groping for what will replace it.


C: Men like the idea of me, but most don’t really like me. As a young, modern woman, my bold sexual presence excites men at first, but tends to leave them feeling disappointed later. Do you see men and women ever hitting equilibrium? Why does society tend to put us against each other?

GG: Society still tells men that they should be dominant, strong, decisive, etc.  In the workplace and public life, women were in a supportive role, although the female rule of domestic life had its own power. Now women are competing with men for jobs and socio-political clout, yet men have not replaced women as the domestic decider, which includes most household purchases.  Nowadays it’s little girls who are told they should grow up to be fearless, strong, smart, financially independent; as a gender they are in ascent, even as males stall or decline. Men will always be physically attracted to females, but their role in the relationship is no longer so clear. Some guys are ok in the supportive role, other are not. Some women are ok with men that are tame and submissive, but women of all ages complain to me that they can’t find “real guys.”  Guys used to use money and power to lure and impress women, now they use Axe and shave their bodies.  Leveraging physical attractiveness to balance power with the opposite sex is a strategy that men have learned from women.  A lot of young guys aren’t sure they can afford to pick up the dinner tab, let alone support a wife and family. As a result, the gratification of immediate pleasure replaces the rewards of long-term commitment.


C: From an early age the discussion of career and family seems to play a role in the conversations of young girls. Will society reach a point where both men and women will have the ‘choice’ to stay home with the kids or work, and why?

GG: Men are staying home now, but it’s not to raise the kids, it’s because they lost their jobs. In Sweden, the government is mandating maternity leave—paternity leave?—for men.  As women take on more demanding jobs we’ll see more gender-neutral flexibility in the workforce, but the percentage of guys who willingly take on roles previously delegated to women is still very small.  For now many women find themselves doing the work of both genders: holding down a job – and still making dinner, cleaning the house and making sure the kids have clean clothes for school, etc.  Telling guys that they are now free to be housewives is not very liberating; until a truly new definition of masculinity evolves to replace the outdated one, you’re going to see more male confusion, resentment and disengagement.


C: Do you believe that the future success of men is directly linked to the success of women? Or is the ‘decline of men’ a much larger statement about my generation as a whole?

GG: Men and women are inextricably linked. Their fates and desires are intertwined and always will be. Treating the genders as two separate entities misses the point. Half the population slacking off, losing its way and falling behind is a problem for society as a whole, and the solution will come only from men and women facing the facts and redefining the future together. The interesting question to me is: as women replace men in the upper echelons, will they keep the structures and systems built by males or transform them into something completely new and different?

Friday, October 8, 2010

GLOSSY MAGAZINE FEATURE



I've always had a thing for Britts, so when UK fashion mag GLOSSY asked me to speak my mind it was hard to resist.


 
Check out the full interview HERE
or get the preview HERE

Friday, March 26, 2010

Sleepless Nights

I really love my sleep, unless of course it is being interrupted every hour by Iron Man to have his way with me again and again. His kiss was delicious and lying naked in the white linens, exhausted from a night with little sleep I couldn’t help but crave more.

My mind kept wandering back to him taking me; the way he went down on me, making me cum and then fucking me so hard sent my body into waves of pleasure. He loved taking me any way, as long as it was deep, and slow. He had me up against the wall in the shower, the hot steam pouring down making it hard to breath while he worked me, spanking my wet, full ass.

He rolled over and rubbed my shoulder, slowly sucking on the tip of my ear, working his way down my neck; teasing my nipples with his tongue before sliding himself inside me. It was amazing how hard he still was after last night.

He left my naked in bed to head to a meeting anticipating that I would stay that way until he returned. As the door closed, I let out a long breath; who knew a job interview with Boss Lady would have turned into this?

His meeting went way longer than anticipated; by the time he returned we only had time for a quick bite. I could not get enough of him. When he climbed into the taxi, JFK bound, I followed him inside.

I sat kissing him with my legs draped on either side of his as the car sped down Central Park South. I pushed my hips down onto him, he was hard again; I slid my panties to the side and unbuttoned his jeans. With the driver less than a foot away from us I slowly slid him inside me.

Both of us were in ecstasy with the slow movements of my hips grinding into him. I came so hard, and then continued to ride him until I came again. Just as the taxi was about to turn onto the FDR I hopped out, breathless and barely able to stand. I’d never done that before and am not sure if it was the urgency to take him one last time or the naughtiness of the driver being right there that sent us both over the edge, either way I was aching to do it again.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

IRON MAN

It was fashion week, the opening of a chic little bar in the East Village and I was there meeting a potential work client for the first time. The meeting was fantastic, the drinks were just beyond and there was an extremely dashing young man who kept eyeing me from across our group. He was there with the Boss Lady’s friends, but they did not know each other.

Boss Lady had to leave around midnight, but told me to stay and have fun with the group. As soon as she was out of sight the handsome man came over and took the now empty seat next to me. Let’s call him Iron Man.

Iron Man was impeccably dressed and extremely hansom. I asked where he hailed from, and he informed me that where he was from was much too complicated a story for just one drink and that I should join him and his friends dancing.

We left the bar and piled into a giant black SUV. We arrived at Butter around 2AM on a Monday during fashion week and it was as packed as I’d ever seen. As we made our way down the stairs it became clear that not a table was even close to being open.

The manager rushed over to us, apologizing and promising us the world if we could just hold on for 2 minutes. I saw him head over to the back corner booth and within 30 seconds the table was ready for us, complete with bottles of Patron, Belvedere, and Vueve. I remember thinking, “who on earth am I with!?”… I would later find out the group was part of Asia’s fashion and social elite.

As we danced the sexual tension was becoming too much to handle. Our lips almost touching, but we kept trying to resist. His hands moving over my ass, squeezing my every curve, his breathe tickling the back of my neck as I pushed into him. He had grown up in London, and his English charm would sneak through every now and again. By 4AM the group was getting ready to head to the next spot, I heard something about a strip-club, but Iron Man and I were way too into each other to join them.

We hopped into a taxi and sped up-town to his hotel on Central Park South. Anyone that knows me will realizes that it takes a lot for me to go above 14th Street and this guy must have been well worth it. The taxi ride was full of kissing and touching as we began to give into temptation. He paid the driver and escorted me up the hall to the elevators, the concierge greeting us as “Mr and Mrs. Iron Man” when we entered through the glass doors, I guess he stayed there a lot.

Once in his room he kissed me slowly, with one hand on the back of my neck. He used his other hand to gently flick the straps of my dress off my shoulders, causing it to fall to the floor. I stood there, 6” high-heeled black leather boots, neon green Agent Provocateur lace thong with matching bra, and a shiver ran down my back. I could tell this was just the beginning.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

The Interview

One of my first interviews was for an online magazine featuring an extremely talented fashion and art photographer. As we were in different countries at the time of the interview we never met in person. Four months later I moved to New York and invited him for drinks to say thank you and introduce myself. My friend warned me about photographers and I remember telling her, "Don't worry he is 40 and married, I don't think we have anything to worry about".

That statement was the beginning of the end. Let's call him "The Photographer".

I think we bonded over our love of exotic food, or perhaps it was our love of wild sex. Either way we had way too much fun sneaking around the city to rip each others clothes off. It was such a cliche, going to his studio, him picking me up in his beautiful sports-car. I thought it would all end when I left New York in the Fall, but it didn't.

It became more intense... he'd fly to come see me, say he was going on a "shoot" and then it was a "re-shoot". I would try to break it off, but was so wildly attracted to him and we'd have so much fun together I couldn't help myself. Did I mentioned I have a thing for the British? His accent made everything even hotter (and more cliche).

Now, I don't want you to get the wrong impression, this is not a porn site, but it must be said, The Photographer is the some of the hottest sex I've ever had. He was wild, made me insane in all the best ways. His love of thigh high stockings gave me an Agent Provocateur addiction; one I have yet to break. He had me completely wrapped around his finger and when I invited a friend to join us, I had him wrapped around mine. He was, and most likely still is, a complete pervert and the idea of fucking someone half his age was a massive turn on.

I am not one of those dumb girls that thought he would leave his wife for me. That would have been terrible as who could trust a man that was cheating on his wife. I just saw myself as his mistress, the one he wanted to be with physically. It was kind of a turn on knowing he had someone else and would rather be with me.

Then one day everything got totally fucked.