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::W.W.S.D. (what would Sade do)::

I fell in love with Sade when I was about 8. I'd never heard my father make a comment about any other woman besides my mother (and still haven't to this day) and there he was going on and on about the beauty of the woman. Naturally (because I was born with that nagging jealous bone all women have) I had to take a look at what fraud could be more beautiful than my own mother.
I went through his records and found the Stronger than Pride album. And she was there, staring at me with this look in her eye. This look of unattached strength. This look that she held the answer to every single question in life. And I played the music.
And from then on I was a junkie.
I couldn't get enough.
I held her as my standard of beauty and class for years afterwards.
She has that grace that is now only found in old movies, and black and white portraits from the past.
She is totally elusive. Unreachable. Untouchable. You never know what she's thinking. She's the quintessential sexual woman.
Unlike me, and many other women of today, whose mouths are sometimes better off closed. She never says more than she needs to.
She says it all through her music.
I can't even begin to count the nights I've cried to one of her songs. Or entire albums.
I felt myself in each and every one of them.
None more-so than Love is Stronger Than Pride.
When a situation would come up, and I didn't know what to do, I'd ask myself "what would Sade Do?" LOL I would walk into a bar alone, with my head up and my glass full. And even though the night before I could have been totally heartbroken and unable to move off the couch, you would never know it. I'd be strong, beautiful and untouchable by mere man.

I'd be a goddess.

And so this year Sade returns. Still beautiful. Still strong. Still hypnotizing.
And as always...a soldier of love.

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