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Dancing Lady for a Day Contest Winners!

Congratulations to all our winners and a big Thank You to everyone who entered! Watch for our next contest...

First Prize goes to...

If I were Dancing Lady for a day, I'd head straight to my neighbourhood McDonalds and start hunting down Grimace. I am going to give him a whole new definition of "Happy Meal."  It's not that I don't believe in mixing all the colors of the rainbow, mind you, but he (she?) holds a certain allure. In him/her I see a reflection of my hue and my public nudity, combined with an attractive gumdrop-like figure. The next time you're ordering a guilty pleasure of indeterminate nutritional value, think about the un-guilty pleasure that might be lurking right in McDonaldland. He/she appears to be hairless, but soft and pleasingly fuzzy. He doesn¹t wear her sexuality on his sleeve; it only makes me all the more curious about what she's like after the burger commercials wrap. Now of course I don't know how anatomically correct Grimace is, but it's irrelevant; we're going to have a good time regardless. Granted, we both have hands like oven mitts, but they might hold delights of their own. If not, I'd just strap a little dildo with a Rub-Her right harness around Grimace's wrist. Good for those times when a gal just isn't ready to deal with the entire mitt, if you get my drift. And of course for targeted stimulation there is always a bullet. I would not be averse to getting pregnant by Grimace. Bring some more purple people into the world! If you think Dancing Lady is big and joyous and radiating femininity now, just wait until you see her pregnant. I'd have curves. I'd be stacked. Birdie would smile and throw me a baby shower, but she'd be secretly jealous. Of course there could be parenting conflict. We'd agree that they'd all grow up naked. But I'd prefer they be raised on whole vegetarian foods.   

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Second Prize goes to...

I am a harried housewife, and I also believe I am the spitting image of Womyn'sWare's Dancing Lady.  If I were the Dancing Lady I wouldn't waste my time on those fools in Parliament, I wouldn't fret about belly rolls on a nude beach. I'd don a pair of teen tiny fairy wings, rip up a sundress a la Tinkerbell, smear my luscious body with sparkles, and walk around North Surrey (the place I call home) gathering up handfuls of "fairy dust" from my pearlized dollar store hand basket and sprinkling them over every part of this place that needs my touch of love. No? Too cliché? Okay, then...  More realistically, I'd go into my local library and slip little pieces of paper filled with information about body love and size acceptance and the dangers of dieting into all the books on dieting and weight loss.  I'd strip every "Lose 30lbs in 30 days" poster I saw from every light-post, fence, and billboard I saw.  I'd dress provocatively and smile and let every part of my body move and shake because this is what I look like and I hold my head high.  I'd proudly carry a Womyn'sWare shopping bag in my hands, hopefully heavy with the weight of my prize, and wink knowingly at all who looked at me askance. I'd bring my new toy home and ask my husband to bathe and meet me in bed.  Not as daring and provacative, I'm sure, as many of the entries you will receive, but realistically, what can a mama of 2 really do?  Much love for all your hard work and the blessings you've rained on our communities.

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Third Prize goes to...

If I had the good fortune to be the exquisite Dancing Womyn's Ware Lady for a day, I wouldn't waste one moment of it on the frivolities that seem to mesmerize so many women. Shopping would be a waste of my celebrity, theatre would be lovely and so entertaining, but how can you enrich the lives of others by sitting in a dark theatre indulging in the pure fantasy of actors, costumers, producers and directors, when you could be illuminating the lives of myriads of other women about the unlimited possibilities of their own fantasies?  I would orchestrate a huge seminar in a swanky hotel, where women of all ages, shapes and sizes could come together to learn about and celebrate the awesome sexual power that we all possess but often do not realize we even have. My seminar would allow every woman from every walk of life to indulge in the possibilities that await her when she chooses to unlock the doors that have held so many women sexually captive - for so many generations - from having a fully satisfying sexual life. They would learn how a well researched sexual aid can surpass what they ever imagined - because it is hand-picked, by them. They would learn where to go to buy the best of the best (Womyn's Ware.com - of course!). They would learn that not having a partner does not have to prevent you from enjoying your sexuality. Sex should be celebrated, revered and nurtured. To feel shameful in one's sexuality is a heartbreaking way to live one's life.  Women should be able to freely explore their sexuality without feeling dirty or shameful and this seminar would open a whole new world to each and every woman who attended it.  Once my seminar ends and the women who attended have left it feeling sexually emancipated and empowered, I would find the most luxurious spa in the city and reward myself with a well earned, indulgent pampering and then meet up with my love and practice what I just preached.all night long!