It leads you somewhere very special.


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2016…..coming in!


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Coolest source of inspiration

It’s not by chance or flattery that we are called the coolest source of inspiration on the web.

Naked Raver is a love affair with the very expression of life. It is a creative and uplifting approach, one that enhances the beauty of the mind and fuels the groove of the soul. It is the perfect mix of art, music, and literature, like an exquisite malt whiskey with ice, sipped whilst sitting in front of a log fire.

“Every woman has a Naked Raver inside. We help her set it free.”

Na*ked: The stripping bare of illusionary concepts of limitation.

Ra*ver: She who dances to the tune of her indwelling spirit.


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….from the Boudoir of Bondaged Souls


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Atomic Love

There is something about the notion of Love that fascinates me, especially when two strangers come together like elements forming a compound, the outer shell of the atom keen to join with the outer shell of another, like H2O: water, the conjoining of hydrogen and oxygen atoms, it requiring two hydrogen atoms to mate with one oxygen atom, a union that proves that life – biology – understands the workings of chemistry greater than any learned and inspired genius.

The beauty of Love is that it either is or it isn’t. It doesn’t matter whether one understands the description of Love. It is the message of it, the abundant feelings that matter. Love finds its expression through all of the senses and it lodges itself in the heart. It is a feeling that encompasses the fullness of life at its varied levels of expression.

On several occasions I have asked, What is the power that rises up when everything else fails?

Some say Hope, some Truth, but Hope is easily lost and Truth misunderstood, because one man’s Truth is another’s deceit; and Hope, well, it can be destroyed if not for its accomplice, Love.

I understand the fundamental need for Hope, that of being able to embrace every day with enthusiasm; and also of Truth, because deliberate attempts to mislead carry with them unfavourable consequences.

I have deduced that to know the answer one must seek the lowest common denominator, the smallest aspect that everything else fits into. For me, this perfect integer is Love. It is the binding agent, because Love breeds Hope and does not seek to manipulate Truth.birdcage

A child whom is raised in a loving, supportive household and receives the fullness of its mothers’ affection will benefit from a more fully developed brain; whereas children who are abused and neglected will suffer from shrunken brains, something that affects their emotional development. Those with the larger brains will be more intelligent and more likely to develop the social ability to empathize with others, whereas those whose brains are shrunken are significantly more likely to develop mental and other health related problems.

Babies rely on a strong bond with their mother for healthy brain development, with eighty percent of brain cells growing in the first two years of life. The more severe the mothers neglect, the more pronounced the brain damage is likely to be. Research has shown that children whose mothers nurture them early in life have a larger hippocampus, a key brain structure that is essential to learning, memory, and response to stress.

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Beautiful Suicide



….excerpt from Boudoir of Bondaged Souls

‘Another door in the corridor was padded on its inside, and I knew immediately that this was an entrance to the dreaded padded cell, that place where those in danger of banging their head repeatedly against a brick wall were confined. Thick cushions covered the floor and lined the walls, acting as a fertile breeding ground for fungi and damp; plaster fell of the walls where cushions had tumbled to the ground, and except for a tiny window near the ceiling, the room was devoid of light.

Standing there I could hear the screams of those who had once battered themselves against the padding, vulnerable women who hoped that death would relieve them of themselves in a system that was determined to keep them alive at all costs. It’s ironic what goes through your mind in such moments, fragments of information that are never recalled except in the most bizarre of circumstances. Beautiful Suicide – these were the words that leapt from the dusty archives of my brain as I toyed with the question: Is it better to die with grace than survive at the hands of those who do not know what to do with us?

Option one sees us jumping to our death from one thousand feet, landing on the top of a parked car, its roof totally crumpled upon impact and shaped around the body as if it is a soft duvet upon which we rest, the overall effect something quite stunning: a hand touching a pearl necklace on the chest, the eyes closed as if asleep, and the ankles neatly tucked one over the other, not a scratch on the arms or legs, an expression of peace upon the face, the result being a very beautiful and photogenic suicide.

Option two ensures we battle indefinitely with one’s self until every label of mental insufficiency has been assigned, a reject of society, a woman with nowhere to go. Finally we take our clothes off, neatly fold them, and then lie down on the cold concrete until we die, our corpse leaving a permanent stain on the floor through a combination of decomposition and sun exposure, Nature once again doing things her own way, her calling card a reminder of an option that seems even more haunting than the free fall to death.’


(photograph by Robert C. Wiles (1947) at the bottom of the Empire State Building, the body of 23 year old Evelyn Mchale)

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