I will begin now. Starting today, I will tell you my stories. The past will be brought forward, the future unknown.
I am known as Cara Cakes. Cara is pronounced: Care-uh; just so you know how to say it if you ever meet me in person. I am a Plus Size (this means FAT) Fetish Model, and a Makeup Artist. I am proud of who I am, and what I do. I am talented, people don't hate me, and I seem to be able to take care of myself. That's what matters to me.
I just recently finished school. I studied esthetics. I wasn't sure about esthetics at the start of the program, but as time went on, I grew to love skincare and waxing as much as I love makeup. I love making people feel beautiful, and I love helping people. So helping people to feel good about their appearance, regardless of size, age, or gender, makes me happy. When I finished the program, I planned on taking the instructor program, so that I could eventually teach people what I had learned. This didn't happen however, the school didn't like that I'm also a 'pornstar'.
I didn't let their opinions about my modeling take me down. I also was not about to conform to please them, just so they could control me for another 9 months. I realized, when asked to leave school, that I am who I am, and they could take it or leave it.
Best decision I've made yet.
After leaving school, I briefly freaked out about money, and what to do with myself, as anyone would. I decided to throw myself back into modeling full time, and to establish myself as a Makeup Artist.
The Monday following my graduation, I left town. I got on a train and went to Chicago, to meet up with another model, Gaining Gabi. She had invited me on this trip before I graduated, before I knew what was going on with school. I didn't think I could go, because my income just got totally cut off. She really wanted me to come see her though, and she asked one of our fans to help get me there and back. This fan, now considered a friend, is named Glenn. He's from England, and he's pretty damn awesome!
So once I'm in Chicago, things just kept getting better. Not only did I get to hang out with Gabi, but I also got to meet some of our fans in person! I love meeting people, and besides-who doesn't enjoy meeting their admirers?
The first day we met two guys. One I did know prior to meeting in person, and one I didn't. The one I did know was very respectful, and kind of quiet. I still enjoyed his company. The one I didn't know was smitten with me, and showed his affection both verbally, and with subtle physical motions. I do have a boyfriend, which he was aware of, but he still had the balls to try. I give him props for that.
The four of us went to lunch at Panda Express, then got on a bus to try and find 'Boystown' to go shopping for accessories. We ended up missing the stop we needed, and rode the bus for an hour and a half, getting off at the north end of Chicago. The bus was cramped, the people were rude, and I was glad to get off. We found another bus to take us where we needed to go, and eventually, made it to our destination. We stopped in some cool little shops along Belmont, and then Halstead, trying on accessories, and buying a few things, then continued walking down Halstead for a while. We stopped at a coffee shop for a drink, and to use the restroom. It was while we were there that I found out I was going to get to the BBW Bash in New Jersey later that week. I was elated!
The second day in Chicago, we relaxed at the place we were staying. We went out to eat at Famous Dave's BBQ, and went to Costco to get some food for our train ride the next evening. I had never been inside a Costco before, and was surprised at the quality of their bakery items! We also tried out some amazing massage chairs while we were there. The Human Touch massage chair was awesome, and helped to soothe some of the back pain I'd been having lately. If you're in the market for a massage chair, I'd definitely go for one of those.
Wednesday, St. Patrick's Day, 2010, was our last day in Chicago. Gabi had aqquired some tickets for us to see the Shedd Aquarium, and we went there before our lunch date in Chinatown. We didn't have much time for the aquarium, so we shot through the shark exhibit, and then checked out penguins, dolphins and whales. 45 minutes is not enough to really experience the Shedd Aquarium, yet it was still fun, and I'm glad we got to go. We decided to take a cab to Chinatown, and it took us 3 cabs before we found one that we both fit into. Thankfully the cabbies were understanding, and no one was angry that we didn't take the first available cab. While I'm on the topic of cramped cabs, I might as well tell you about our cab ride back to Union Station on Monday night.
Monday night after taking a train back from Halstead, we ended up a little lost, and needed to get back to Union Station quickly. We decided to take a cab. There were 2 super size fat girls, and 2 chubby guys. Myself, Gabi, and the fan I knew ahead of time, squeeeeeezed into the back seat of an average sized cab, and the one I didn't know sat in front. We were all laughing and joking about how silly it was that we were so smooshed together. The cab driver said he was into big girls, and that he wished he was the one smushed between Gabi and I. We all laughed some more. Needless to say, that was the best, yet the worst cab ride ever. Best because everyone was so happy, and the guys were all turned on, and the worst because stuffing into the back seat with another fat girl and a chubby guy kind of hurt my knees.
Anyways, Chinatown. We met up with another one of our fans here. We went to the Evergreen Restaurant at the end of the little strip of shops and restaurants. The food was amazing, and the company was good. Out of all the people we met in Chicago, I'd say this guy was by far, the most respectful, and the sweetest. After lunch, his treat, he drove us to State Street so that Gabi could buy some shoes to wear to the dance on Saturday at the Bash. We went into The Avenue, and didn't find any shoes. Then we walked down the block a little and I decided to give our leftovers to the cute hobo sitting on a planter curb. Apparently, Gabi had already given food to this kid the week before. I sat with him for a few minutes while Gabi went across the street to look at shoes. The guy's name was Gabe. His sign said 'Too ugly to prostitue'. While we sat there, we exchanged stories from the road, and got lectured by a sidewalk sweeper about how we should sell things instead of begging. After the man with the broom left, we laughed at his lecture and agreed that if we were selling things, it would have to be something we made, not pencils, as he had suggested.
When Gabi returned, we went to get Gabe some food at McDonalds. She got him a shamrock shake, and a 20 piece chicken nugget. I went upstairs to use the bathroom while they waited for the food. I got hit on twice on my way back down. That day, I think the total number of times I was hit on was 7. This doesn't include our lunch date, or the man we were staying with. After McDonalds, we stopped in a beauty store and looked around. I bought a new wig, Gabi bought makeup and fishnets. After this, we made our way back to Union Station.
That evening, we got on the train, and started our 20 hour journey to Pennsylvania.
