Art appreciation


How wonderful to be able to make someone feel through art.

Art is freedom. It’s jumping off the cliff of uncertainty, responsibility, everything that holds us back.

When we allow ourselves to get lost in a song, photograph, painting, poem, or book, we are jetting off to hidden places in our minds. The untapped slices of our souls that remind us life is to be lived with passion and heartache.

One of the things I miss most about stripping is the actual dancing. I knew I was not on Broadway, but you couldn’t stop me from performing like I was. Music carried me. It still does.
Ever since I learned about books, I’ve been in love with words. Poetry was my seductress and Rod McKeuen, the perfect suitor for the drama queen in me.

In high school in the 80’s I had little interest in bands like The Bangles – all ears were turned to groups like Talking Heads and Bronski Beat.

Because of my skin, I gravitated toward anything alternative. I melted in the acceptance of different not only being accepted, but celebrated.

After such a reckless past, I can’t stop marveling in the fact I am still here. I am alive to appreciate every movie, song, perfect glass of Pinot and everything in between.
I love being an artist in my own mind.  I love being different. It took me a while to get here, but now that I am, I must say – the feeling is masterful.

Christine Macdonald

Writing Is Writing

I once read a blog post saying that “blogging does not mean writing.” While I understand the thought, I gotta say I disagree. Pouring your heart out with words is writing.

A blog is a journal; a way to chronicle, vent, share and communicate publicly (or privately). A journal is a writer’s bloodline. Long before passwords and screen savers, a little book called The Diary of Anne Frank was born, and later we discover Go Ask Alice. Both journals.

Fast forward and we have amazing writers like Julie Powell and Diablo Cody. I wonder if Meryl Streep would say Julie wasn’t a writer, as she starred in the movie born from Julie’s blogs titled Julie & Julia.

Perhaps the most notable blogger is Diablo Cody (Brook Busey). Steven Spielberg hired Diablo to write Showtime’s United States of Tara after reading her screenplay for Juno before shooting of the movie even began. Diablo’s first blog appeared under the nickname Darling Girl. Connect the dots and you will find a writer through and through.

There’s nothing to writing.
All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein”
Walter Wellesley Smith

Diablo Cody posted this on her blog the night she won the Oscar for Best Original Screenplay (Juno).



Like all art, writing is subjective. Rather than compartmentalize the vehicles in which a person creates their art, I say we celebrate. I’ve read more talent in the walls of this blogsphere than I can count, all from amazing writers. To make such a bold claim as blogging is not writing is not only dismissive, but disrespectful.

I have always been a writer. My first published article was for an independent newspaper in Honolulu. I was 22 years old and already working as a stripper, but wrote part-time because it was (and still is) in my blood. I was asked to write a weekly column and still have the first publication in my desk.

After hanging up my garter and moving to California, I dove in to a career of sales and marketing, eventually landing in advertising. I wrote commercials for television, pitched advertising concepts and even sang jingles to clients.

As a former drug user, stripper and all around Party Gal, I really have come a long way. Scanning old photos and writing my book is proving to be cathartic and more emotionally fulfilling than I ever thought possible. If you ever struggle with where you want your life to go, I highly recommend writing who you were twenty years ago.

Describe yourself in great detail, what were your thoughts, and dreams? Who were your friends? What did you like and dislike about yourself? Your answers may surprise you.

Sometimes it takes looking back to help pave the road ahead.


Don’t let anyone define who you are. Instead simply write about it.

Christine Macdonald