Makin out in the rain

Have you ever done it? Just sat there as the rain pounded down and let your hair get wet, clothes turn a different color and held the face of someone you were hot for? When you hold them and get close and let them wrap their arms around you if feels differently. It feels like you’re almost breaking the law or beating the odds. I think it only adds to the experience.

So many people are afraid or irritated by the rain. You see them scampering from their cars to the store, makin that “rain” face. Where you squint your eyes & raise your eyebrows thinking somehow that’s going to keep you dry? It’s rain not acid! And you’re not a witch! You’ll be ok!

Women seem to just freak out like maybe their real identity will be exposed! I’ve always loved the rain. I remember a date I was on, we went for a walk outside a restaurant, found a big boulder by the river & just sat and talked. Ah hem… well, sometimes talking leads to other things. Needless to say, it started to rain and I asked if we could just stay. He said why not.  I knew I had a change of clothes in the car and it wasn’t too cold out. So what’s the harm?

It felt amazing and so did the affection of that severely perfectly cool & calm man. I felt protected sitting there in his arms. And when it got too bad out we picked up and quietly walked back to our cars. My shoes we off, what’s new. And I walked through puddles and mud without a care in the world. He noticed that and commented on that fact. My date said, “you know I love that about you? That you don’t care. You’re easy going and I know you won’t be upset if things get a little messy.”

I learned the art of getting messy when I was 8. I figured it out the hard way when I was eight years old in a beauty pageant. Yup, did that, been there… lol. I didn’t fit in that world! But it was a chance to sing in front of LARGE crowds and bring the house down. And I did. Every time. My hair was long & I didn’t have the make up on the other girls did, but I could sing. And I could get dirty. And that’s the ticket I used to usually win. And the world can learn from that so let me share.

I was walking to a competition. It was raining. The girls were crying and fussing about their hair. I didn’t care. I would have stayed out and played all day in that mess. But on the way I tripped and fell. Face first in the black mud. My little powder blue jumpsuit and me… were covered. The girls laughed and pointed at me. I think? I think a few got the bird. I recall getting reprimanded about it. What are you going to do? Lol.

I walked on stage for judging without flinching. I had a job to do and I was gonna do it. And I won. I almost always won. Not because I was the prettiest, tallest, best dressed or most talented, but because in my mind I already won. Showing up is 99% of success, but believing you already have won, I have found to be 100% of success.

I was to shoot this couple’s wedding. The girl was plain and simple…a bitch. I could tell she was right out of the gate. But show me the money. Horrible budget, but I’ll work over not. So I took it. She saw photos of another couple and wanted THOSE! I said, honey, THOSE were very special circumstances. Beautiful people, beautiful attitudes, love, and vibe… she couldn’t get that result if she tried.

Needless to say it rained the day of her wedding. Just like the couple’s weeding I shot. But the couple I shot, who were African American, or as I referred to them, “Black & Hot!” didn’t even see the rain. They saw only each other. The look in this couples eyes still sends chills down my spine. I saw it. I saw it in real time, and I saw it in their photos.

It’s not worth spending time talking about the other bitch. Physically, her outer appearance was flawless. She was probably the most “beautiful” by societie’s standards I’ve even shot. But here ever so ugly soul got in the way of it all. Her photos looked like a crabby new bride trudging through the water. No magic. Just a snot nosed princess wanna be. She didn’t embrace the rain. She would never understand.

The next time it’s “raining” or even metaphorically speaking, “you’re caught in the rain” don’t worry. Picture yourself on a bolder by the river, making out with the person of your dreams. Feeling like nothing in the world will harm you or stop you from doing what ever it is you want to do. Don’t make the “rain” face! Tilt your head back open your mouth and let it fall on your tongue. Smile. Enjoy the elements and what life brings you. Take a moment to realize you are alive and you have the chance and opportunity every day to live an incredible life or change the one you have into one. I do it daily. And it seems to work for me. So I thought I’d share.

The next time it rains, grab someone you love or even know just a little! Pull them out into the water and plant one on em! You either will have the best kiss ever or a slap in the face! Either way, you’ll have a memory. And no one can ever take that away from you.

Celebrate the rain and celebrate you’re life. Always remember that you’re beautiful.

Photography courtesy of ME! www.thefactoryphotography.com

PS. This is the actual shot I took sitting on that boulder. And I want you to remember, sometimes it truly is darkest before the dawn. And even if you ever feel lonely, disheartened or frustrated with circumstances in your life, if you try… your life will change. Keep a positive outlook. And remember as noted in the book/movie “The Secret,” sometimes the seeds you have been planting are right under the surface ready to break through. So let them. Don’t give up. Your time to shine is coming. Just give it the chance.

One night stands

The ones that hurt the most are the ones where you meet someone and have that… connection, that… spark. You’re thinking exciting thoughts, you’re thinking about the future, words are exchanged and dreams are shared. Sometimes you are intimate and then comes the unfortunate. The disappearing act.

I’ve done it and had it “done” to me. It’s funny, because for a long time I thought, can there be a more icky feeling? Having someone basically reject or abandon you feels pretty bad. Up until now, I thought that was the worst feeling ever, but I’ve recently had something beat that.

The ironic thing about someone rejecting you, is have you ever noticed, you start looking at your phone every other minute of the day? You look to see if you have a missed call or text. And then it happens. You do! But it’s from a really good friend or some other person reaches out. And the irony is you get mad about it. At least I do. I actually caught myself frowning as some other friend called to say something kind. But because it wasn’t the person I was hoping to hear from, I got pissed, angry and frustrated.

That’s not cool and it’s not healthy. And I’ve trained myself to move on and not give a …. But something I’ve noticed that’s worse than that feeling, is doing something amazing for someone and not having them even acknowledge it. Not even a thank you.

I had some really important meetings a while back. They were life-changing opportunities that I wanted to seize. There were so many powerful people that I had the chance to impress. And I actually did. So I wanted to take it to the next level and send thank you gifts like they had never seen. A brilliant concoction of personal gifts they would always remember.

I tracked the Fed Ex, knew they received them and waited. But as in most meetings in my life, there is no Oz. There is just a series of more meetings you go to usually to run into someone saying… “You really need to just do your own…” Lol. Sure. I knew that.

I didn’t have the money to send what I did in the first place. But I knew it had to be done. Even my father understood my reasoning. He said, “Sometimes you just have to put on airs Mooner…” The funny thing was, out of everything sent only one person stopped to say thank you. A month later, one more person did. But the others, no dice. Not even a peep.

So instead of getting mad, or getting irritated at the good people in my of who remember to support, honor and thank me, tonight, I thank you.

You know those tile necklaces I’ve been promoting online? So many of you have ordered them and it’s helping me tremendously. So many of you don’t have a fricken pot to piss in, yet you order my items to help me fund my new show.

I aint mad at that! And I aint mad at you. Yesterday 13 of you privately emailed me, saying thanks. Thanking me for sending you product you paid for. You took the time. You were grateful and gracious and full of joy. And those people who I sent lavish & expensive gifts to? They can’t say anything? Can’t take a minute to email me? Lol. It’s not like it’s hard to find me… I kind of put myself out there.

Those of you who have chosen to help me; I’ll always remember you. And when I get things going on a grander level, I will find you. And you will be repaid. And that’s a promise. And I don’t break my promises. I’m just not wired that way.

Know that I’m the real deal. And I REALLY appreciate you and your support. There is no manager or agent writing this, or keeping up with my social media. I do it. Because I care.

Thank you again for all of you out there who continue to help and support me. I absolutely love you. Goldy

PS, for anyone wanting to help support my new show, Goldy Knows, You can order Tiles here. All proceeds go directly to editing the first show. Get one for you, a friend a simple gift that is custom, unique and made by me!

http://www.thefactorybygoldylocks.com/tilenecklaces.html

Dead singers & LOUD ringers in my house!

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve heard things others didn’t. I kind of accepted it as “normal” but I soon learned it was not. I also learned to keep my big trap shut because people think I’m weird enough as it is!

I noticed it got worse the older I got, and the more “plays” I was in the more "visitors" I would receive. I spent a lot of time in the theater, which meant long hours even after practice, straitening up the closets, hanging up costumes and putting away props. I always felt like I was being watched and I usually was.

I have years full of stories, but tonight I share one from last week. Because the same thing has been happening a lot as of late.

I renovated an old hospital. Yup. I live in an old hospital. And ever since the day I moved in there are many other “residents” as my aunt Pat like to call them, who just stop on by. J

This is my building!

They stop by during my photo shoots, rehearsals and recording sessions. Or just whenever they damn well please! Some clients see them, some of my friends feel them, and one ghost taps men on the left shoulder! But most of my spirits are heard. Oh let me tell you… they are heard.

My aunt asked me the other day if they ever bother me. For the most part, they are pretty cool. Good positive vibes here. I do have a few more stories to tell, but I will save them for another time. :-)

Last week we were recording in the studio. My friend and drummer was going to town when the engineer and I just looked at each other. J We looked around, looked at the drummer, then back at each other. Then back at the drummer.

We waited until the last crash rang out, and then went back to the spot my friend pointed to on the screen. About a minute into the song. The wave forms changed, got fatter and thicker & spiked. We both knew what it was.

After soloing the track and placing an EQ on it, it was pretty clear, that again, we weren’t alone.

You see, my whole life, since I was about three, I have been haunted by… SINGERS! Lol. And there are MANY in my building. 20 people died hear years ago and many since. IT’s a popular place what can I say. J

This ghost was just wailin away! She, yes SHE was bound and determined to be heard. So we listened many times in enchantment and I told her she did a really great job. This just happens all the time. It has for years. I’m blessed to always get the singers… lol. Among many, but ALWAYS I get the singers.

So the next time you buy a Goldy lockS song on iTunes (God another shameless plug!) tale a really good listen. There may be a few more voices on those songs than you bargained for. J

This particular ghost will make her debut on the first ever Goldy Knows TV sound track. Look for the song, “Sometimes.” She’s on it. Loud and clear.

You can think this blog is BS, but many of you reading have been here, seen and heard for yourselves. To think we are the only peeps on the planet, well YOU are the crazy ones! If you ever have any doubt, spend a day here... I promise you will leave singing. Everyone else seems to have. XX00 Goldy

My Vagina

Funny how that headline turns heads.  I knew it would, so that’s why I used that as a way to get people’s attention on different social media pages today.

What’s that mean? My headline? I’ll get to it.

So many people praise me by saying, “You actually answer emails!” I’m a C level public figure? Lol. D? B? Who knows! I have a lot of people who follow me though, and read what I write. So I guess that counts for something. But for as often as people DAMN celebrities for being “inaccessible”… can you really blame them? I mean, you should see what just Little Ole Me gets daily, weekly and monthly for some serious crap. I’m inundated.

I’m a human being with feelings. And while some of the letters and emails I get are remarkable, beautiful, touching, moving, powerful and delightful, some are just plain and simple shit.  My dad used to always say, “Moon, shit in…shit out” Meaning what you put in your body, mind and soul should be good. He’d let me watch those scary movies, but then never feel bad when I had nightmares. I’m starting finally to see the points he was trying to teach me.

I post a lot of things on Facebook, in blogs, & on Twitter. I’m about as real, raw & gritty as they come. But do you know what it’s like to have to truly sensor every stupid common word you use? Here, in a text, an email? God forbid I tell someone “I can “come by later…” Because I’ll get some dirty sick comeback about “cum”ing by.  I don’t care who it’s from, it always takes a turn for the worse. These are people in the community you would never suspect. Yet they think it’s ok to act a certain way with me. I have more married men that just get grosser than gross. Why are you married? I know if you were my dad I’d pick up on it.  And I’d have more respect for you if you weren’t around. Because that’s disrespectful to your wife and your family.

I’m not talking about playful banter, or a few goofy sexual innuendos.  That’s part of life and I have a great time with many of you. Some of you are even women. And you’re funny, foul and everything in-between. I enjoy my lesbian groups of people I converse with. You all always seem to keep it real yet respectful. Y’all rarely cross the line and I thank you.

I post many times, “Dinner On Me!” to which someone always has to chime in with “really! I get to eat dinner off you? I can eat right off your body!!!” Really? Really you pathetic horney jackass? Was that necessary? I just offered to buy you a gift card to enjoy a meal. On my dime. When so many artists, bands and public figures just say “Vote For ME!” or “give me money!” I ask you to do things for  me and then give out rewards for your efforts the best way I can. Who does that? I mean really? Who does that? I don’t have sponsorship dollars yet. That money is out of MY pocket. I give up things you wouldn’t imagine to pursue my goals in entertainment and to try & show my appreciation in return for helping.

These shows I come do? Do you think I’m really bank rolling on them? When people don’t show up, and advertising has gone in, I take a bath. Sure, my band mates ALWAYS get paid. Buy I don’t. Ask any independent artist. I do this, because I love it. And you have no idea the platforms I support or help out. Even if it means I give up something like… electricity or water for a few days. I’ll f’n do it, because I said I would. I have passion and I believe in life, programs and people.

How many shows and photo dates get canceled on me for stupid lazy people reasons? I don’t bitch, you don’t hear a word. I pay my people and go without many things I need. I have a goal, a vision and anything GREAT costs. It takes time and a ton of dedication, hard work, effort, sacrifice. So the next time your husband is working late, and you truly “know where he is” you give him the biggest kiss or (other things) that you can possibly imagine when he walks through the door finally. Don’t bitch and complain, because there’s always someone in the family bread winning. Support and praise them.

Cause that dude is pretty much me! Lol. And I’m not saying there aren’t amazing women out there “bringin it home.” I know you are. My point is CELEBRATE! SUPPORT! Give thanks and praise. Have some damn RESPECT for me when you write me and save the sicko crap cause I’m over it.

I’m over the people who hide behind God and their “beliefs” praising “Jesus” and then acting like a hypercritical asshole. It’s called “Passive Aggressiveness”. And you’ll see it a lot on my personal page. People will use “Jesus” and his “word” to try and make their own points. To try and burry, or embarrass me or put me down.

Guess what jackasses. That’s not the “Jesus” I was taught to know. In fact, I think he would be the one “embarrassed” by how some of you act. Respect. Have some. Don’t hide behind your churches, religions and fake ass beliefs with me, cause you will fall on deaf ears.

The theme song to my new show Goldy Knows is called “Sometimes”. And a line from that song is, “You can’t hold me back, because I’m out of control. If it seems like I’m fine cause I hold back my pride, there’s something that you should know." Also, "I’m a dangerous thang cause you don’t know the things that I hide…”

https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/rewind-and-undo/id396808120

Don’t mess with me. You don’t know what I’ve been through. I never talk about it. I just do motivational tours where I try & help and inspire others with out REALLY going into my past. But I will say again, don’t mess with me. Because honestly? I don’t care. I don’t care about gross people and assholes. I care about the great people who find me daily. I REALLY do care about you, your problems, your kids, your family’s and your lives. If I didn’t I wouldn’t spend hours each week responding to you all. I care.

I bet most people don’t know I’ve had to deal with years of abuse. It’s in the past and you NEVER hear me speak of it. Because I refuse to be considered a “victim”. I’m over it, I’m ok and it’s better served time to hear & listen to those who are not. Some people really need to be heard. So we concentrate on them. Instead I listen to you all and try the best ways I can to offer some ideas or a solution. 

I bet none of you know I had it made for a long time. I had that life only people can dream of. And in one week I lost everything. Record deal, publishing, a hit TV series, my income, my house and I watched the bank take my car. I fell completely flat on my face, had the IRS come after me when I was NOT even in the wrong. But due to a fluke and no money to defend myself, I lost everything. I went bankrupt. I fell hard and had to live with nothing for 3 and half years.

I cleaned homes and sometimes shoveled out human excrement from abandoned buildings and grain storage units. For 3 and half years. I lived in shit holes, and I worked sometimes 90 hours a week physical labor to try & pay off some debt that wasn’t even mine. I lent 30,000 dollars to some people in need. Which was supposed to be paid in full within 30 – 60 days tops. By the end of the loan I had occurred 130,000 worth of debt because the people I lent the money too, spent it on cocaine and other drugs. But I tried my best to make good on that debt.

Don’t mess with me. Don’t even think of trying. As much as I’d love to call you filthy pathetic lack of human beings out here, I’m going to just ask that you don’t email me again. Don’t post your dirty crap on my posts and just stop disrespecting women in general.

I’m no role model, I’m not politically correct, I don’t have degrees, but I am the most “real” person you will even encounter. And I deserve some respect for that. I enjoy the funny banter; stupid sexual innuendos some of you throw out there, your crazy stories, opinions and view points. Let them continue. You people know who you are and don’t make me go postal on you who abuse your online privileges.

I’m selling these Tile Necklaces.  I post them EVERY day. Lol. Here’s the link.

http://thefactorybygoldylocks.com/tilenecklaces.html

The tiles here were given as gifts, not sold. I do not own the copy rights. They are just merely used as an example that you can have any photo of your pet, child, loved one, object… sky is the limit. You send me a photo, I create it.

Can I say THANK YOU again to the BEAUTIFUL people who have either bought or constantly support you! You lift me up, you inspire me by your never-ending kindness you give me the reasons and hope to continue on my path. But there is a flip side to all of that, as the world need balance and so incoming on the crap.

Every day someone emails me saying they will order “many” items if I say, “meet them?” Let them come over? Meet them for dinner to discuss their “order”. People say they will only order if they have my phone number to call or confirm? Really? Why don’t I just send you a personal photo of my uterus? You can just put your order there! What do you say Bill? Pathetic… "I don't need to talk to you Jerky!" "Get Bret Weir I said!"

I have an online store that has been secure and operating for 12 years. Yup. I think that’s legit enough. Rather you dangle carrots in front of me, promising me support if I “play ball.”

The same way that some venue owners, manager’s or people in charge of payment pressure me into giving them oral sex to receive my payment. I do my job. I sing and entertain and them I’m stuck at the end of the night with this kind of crap. And you wonder why I’m prone to kicking the crap out of people. How do you think I get paid? Do you think it will help to expose these folks? Tell my booking agent? I did a few times, and am no longer welcome at that venue. This hurts my income and my bands income. So I have a plan. That’s to do this new TV/Reality show and gain momentum that way. I can do some really great things for people…

So when you promise me orders but then it come with strings, you are just as bad as the venue people I sometimes must deal with.

I currently am selling these tiles to raise money. I’m not asking for donations, I’m not asking for a handout. I’m saying buy something that you would like, that would make you smile or make a friend smile. We buy cookies and candy bars all the time. And that’s great. But those will be digested in a matter of hours. My products are made to last a lifetime and they are made by hand, by me. So don’t email me dirty crap because it taints my product.

Do you know why I’ve been posting so much about ordering? Well maybe this will shed some light. The first YouTube episode of Goldy Knows is very funny, edgy, silly, crazy and has a lot of innuendos in it. I wanted people to laugh. It’s very Time Green, Man Show, Tosh.O… Chelsea Handler style entertainment. Will my dad like all of it? Lol…. No. Probably not. Will college boys? I hope so…

The second episode though, is a complete 180. As all of the shows will be. To demonstrate how life is diverse and constantly changes. Just like we do. I have been pushing the hell out of my products to raise the money to do something wonderful for a handicapped child who is being bullied at school. I and some kind people in the community are going to do something that she will never forget. It will bring her joy and build confidence. So that’s why I keep asking you to buy my stuff. So don’t mess me. Get it?

There is also a section of the show dedicated to domestic violence and doing something cool for someone who has spent their life getting the crap beat out of her. Do you even know what that would be like? To have your children witness this? To have your self-esteem be so shaken you don’t even know how to act? Who to trust?

I work with the YWCA on some projects that raise money for these women to help them when they finally run away from this hell. They are completely on their own. I found one woman who lives in a tiny little apartment. And I want to redo her bedroom. We want to paint and build some things, get her a few new items that will transform this dingy little room she shares with her children, into something beautiful and tranquil and give her a new start.

So there assholes. You with your strings attached. That’s what I’m trying to do with the money I’m raising. So stop contaminating my inbox with your smut.

Since I even posted that I was going to “out” some of you tonight, over 50 people in 35 minutes privately emailed me on Facebook, apologizing, pleading and asking me not to say anything about the “words’ They have chosen to say to me in the past. Try just being cool and respectful right out of the gate. How about you just don’t say any creepy words in the first place? Don’t do it again. Don’t mess with me. Because you don’t know my life or me.

Respect all human beings. Be kind. Listen. Offer a helping hand when you can. Treat the women in your life like the most precious daughter you’ve ever had or could conceive. Women are beautiful and needed creatures to keep this planet going. Respect them.

For those of you who emailed me, I don’t have time for you tonight. I’m meeting with some people to get items to do this next episode of Goldy Knows and hopefully bring a smile to some faces. I need people who have connections with home improvement and decorating stores.  Those of you who chose already to support, by ordering, coming to shows, sharing and LIKEing my posts, know you are a part of something pretty bad ass & awesome I’m trying to do. J

Those of you who would like to contribute? It would completely help me out. There are some cool and important things to do, and I'm not going to let a lack of funding stop me. We're going to do some really special things for special people. And do some really stupid stuff too. It will all be worth it, make you smile and laugh one way or another I promise. If you want to support, it’s easy. Just go here:

http://thefactorybygoldylocks.com/tilenecklaces.html

Or here!

http://thefactorybygoldylocks.com/goliedpa.html

Or here!

http://thefactorybygoldylocks.com

Lol

I have 37 people’s names sitting here in Excel. I keep track of you all. Someone just posted on FB, I bet you won't do it. I don't even need to now. So many already found me. I've already emailed back many of the repeat offenders privately today. My work is pretty much done here without even having to do anything. And as much as I’d like to just roast the crap out of the rest of them right now, that’s at least 45 min I’d rather use to do something good. Some of you already emailed me. Heed this word. I’m not afraid of anyone or anything. I never have been. I’ve lost everything, endured some serious abuse and spent hot summer days shoveling out human feces. I’ve scrubbed floors in some of the finest Brentwood homes in TN, only to see myself in the background on TV on some rerun.  I’ve been humiliated many times beyond compare in my life. I know darkness and despair. And it’s the greatest thing that could have ever happened to me. Because I know all walks of life and how they live. I have lived it. And with that comes a freedom and liberation you will never understand. But I do. And it makes me 1000% fearless. So don’t F with me again.

I thank Jeff Sisneros, Cory Burton, Greg Pelham, Terry Maples, John Saxon, TriSket Landho, Bob McGough, Dave Courtney, Carlton Blackledge, Tim Winters, Jason Dumas, Doug Mayes, Scott Sims Saunders, Steven Sanders, Tom Felix, Jeremy Wade Sparks, Rick Pruitt, Shawn Hendrix and John W. HansIII to name of few for always treating me with incredible online respect. You all are the epitome of what a gentleman should be.

Thank you to the people in my life, at shows, on social media pages who are amazing. The fact I have to self fund this whole thing, and you’re helping me, means more than if some network or investor just came along and dumped money into it. I’m doing it the REAL way. And it’s because of you.

A very sincere… God Bless You All.

Goldy XXOO