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Автор: Pamela Anderson
Издательство: Ingram
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isbn: 9781942952084
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      “re-invention”—

      Short hair doesn’t make me a

      better actress . . .

      and less eyeliner doesn’t

      make

      me a better wife . . .

      (I tried . . . HA)

      Watch out . . .

      Tell someone what not to do—

      and guess what happens. . . ?

      The rebel is born.

      Emma and I feel the same

      about celebrating sexy.

      I’ve had an interesting and

      wild career so far—

      And ACT II is getting even

      more bizarre—

      I have learned to balance

      my life—

      maybe compartmentalized

      a bit—

      Nothing calculated.

      It’s actually quite

      innocent . . .

      it’s real.

      This is my life—

      I’m proud that I’ve been

      able to

      bring meaning to it—

      by using the attention

      to help—

      The Pamela

      Anderson Foundation is

      my legacy—improving the

      lives of animals,

      the environment, vulnerable

      people . . .

      (including activists).

      We support those on the

      front lines—the freedom

      fighters . . . Artists.

      I dare to LIVE . . . within a

      bohemian style freedom—to

      embrace sexuality . . .

      Repression is what gets us

      into trouble—

      If we can respect each

      other—and respect

      ourselves—

      There are no rules—

      All my shenanigans are

      my own—

      I’m actually an instigator—

      What is my purpose?—

      I think I found it—

      it’s to enjoy my life—

      and make here and now a

      better place—

      empower women to be all that

      they are—

      And not let desensitization

      ruin the fun . . .

      Being creative within

      healthy boundaries—

      That’s where Art is born—

      I am sharing some of my most

      intimate and ridiculous

      moments—through poetry,

      journals, and Emma’s fly-

      on-the-wall, ninja-style

      photography—(in knee

      pads) This is me RAW—This

      is a peek into my slightly

      naughty world—

      I can’t help but feel—

      A constant inner giggle . . .

      Love,

      PAMELA X

      

      Lilac wine

      A Gas blue dres

      A revolution’s dream

      Lays on your strong chest

      A sailor’s . . . been told . . .

      Sings the well’s . . . bell . . .

      Soft melting skin’s nickel to

      gold . . .

      So hot, tempting an unbearable

      hell

      Concealed, perched low

      the huntress lays . . .

      Tischen’s bow . . .

      An English maze.

      Men are equal . . . you rise . .

      . I fall . . .

      The flesh is mightier.

      Firm, tight, and small . . .

      A glamorous mind . . . forging

      a sweet and liquid tongue . . .

      A truth, a funny wisdom . . .

      found . . .

      Unpredictable . . . scatered .

      . . free yet bound . . .

      Wild and wrong.

      Soft . . . and fast.

      A perfect song . . .

      It can last . . .

      And last . . . and last . . .

      And that’s . . . a dangerous

      wicked past . . . hot and

      cold

      Rewards are slow . . .

      A beaten path . . . a perfect

      show

      Anew with limbs and irrevoca

      -

      ble harm

      A golden ear . . .

      . . . a broken arm

      Sail on . . . my sweet soldier .

      . .

      And I’ll breathe

      The deep green sea . . .

      . . . in front of me . . .

      Rincon

      Love, p

      the dream . . .

      arousing