DR. THEO KOUSOULI is my mother's superhero, her healing adonis guru and a bunch of other embarrassing honors she bestows upon this modest soul weekly. Former model and pro photographer, Dr. Kousouli has become a deservingly sought after Chiropractor & Hypnotherapist practicing in Beverly Hills, CA. www.kousoulimethod.com
PHOTO BY ~ Tatiana Dekhtyar
Admittedly I was a quiet skeptic over the years until I witnessed Dr. Theo's reversing of Mom's osteoporosis with bare hands and no meds! Working in Hollywood he has achieved dramatic results with many entertainers, breaking through the barriers they face both in body and nerve-related emotional pain. He specializes in bringing out the best in patients through his developed methods utilizing spinal therapy and progressive mind-body healing technique.
MODELING PHOTOS OF DR. THEO KOUSOULI ~ By Matthew Cooke
Youtube sensation Miss Lola Rose survives and rehabilitates after several near death operations with the help of her beloved Chiropractor Dr. Kousouli. www.youtube.com/kousoulimethod
Discovering chiropractic in college due to a devastating swimming pool accident, Dr. Theo was left semi-paralyzed in his left arm with excruciating neck pain and diminished lung function. After suffering for three months not improving and upset with his doctors' recommendations of drugs and surgery, he decided to visit a chiropractor.
Following the treatment given to him, Dr. Kousouli made a 100% recovery without drugs and surgery. He decided to dedicate the rest of his professional career to helping others experience holistic healing.
Many doctor clinics today disguise their drug treatments under the category of ‘Wellness’ and still focus on symptoms of the problem without addressing the root cause. This obsolete system keeps patients in a loop of confusion, continual drug dependency, worsened health, and empty pockets. As a gifted clairvoyant and compassionate healer, Dr. Theo Kousouli is committed to promoting the health and well being of those who seek his guidance.
Dr. Theo Kousouli has helped everyone from babies and pregnant women to athletes and celebrities. His unique process has generated much interest from Hollywood, and he is currently in development for his own television show and national seminar tour based on his new book due out this fall.
He has trademarked a unique patient-tailored "whole person approach" called the 'Kousouli Method' for his private clients. Also a certified Hypnotherapist, his focus includes the mind-body relationship and how our emotional well being plays a part of our total happiness.
Dr. Theo Kousouli is board certified by the National Board of Chiropractic Examiners and holds excellent standing with the American Board of Hypnotherapy.
FOR MORE INFORMATION VISIT DR. THEO KOUSOULI'S WEBSITE: www.kousoulimethod.com
As it was, Chaka Khan was my David Cassidy of celebrity dream dates, a castle in the sky to my queer teenage suburbanite reach. It wasn’t just her magnificent vocal instrument and original interpretation of music that tearfully almost therapeutically transformed me. Romantically she made my budding Sapphic heart race. An interview on The Johnny Carson Show with Joan Rivers sitting in was the first time I’d heard Chaka speak. Inching closer to the screen, I soaked up her frank viewpoints and enjoyed her accelerated rhythm of speaking - enabling her to share a multitude of thoughts in a minimal amount of time. Her nonchalant confidence reflected this worldly yet introspective, unassuming aspect to her, a humility that reserved the limelight for the stage exclusively, apparently just as content nestled in bed with a terrifying Stephen King book. It was within her musical stories that I found a depth of emotion that speaks from the gravity of hardship and the raw ache of first hand experience. In my struggle to find peace in the world and my gay place in it, I often found comfort in Chaka.
BOOK OF PHOTOS BY NICOLE MALONEY "RARE"
During my freshman year at B.U. in 1983, before her multi-platinum album, “I Feel For You,” I purchased a ticket for my first Chaka Khan Concert. Since she hadn’t yet hit her mainstream stride, we benefited from the intimacy of her track act in a popular dance club environment. As the last of the crowd filed their way in, the lights dramatically cut off and out Chaka came singing, “Ain't Nobody” in the most perilously spiked stiletto boots ever designed.
Desperately trying to maintain her equilibrium, she would take mini steps to the left then to the right in an attempt to catch up with the sway of her body that appeared in pursuit of the trails in her mind. In her inimitably funked out style, Chaka strutted her sultry stuff, while her voice majestically soared, channeling a creative versatility beyond my comprehension. The infinite dimensions of her vocal gift vibrationally transported us so far beyond what we knew as realism that when she approached the edge of the stage, I couldn’t help but place my hand upon her leather thigh high boot. Any number of contributing variables could have explained my desire to gently caress her leg, but when Chaka didn’t seem to mind or notice, everyone in close proximity reached out to her like a Messiah, wanting a piece of musical divinity to bring home and preserve forever. Traditionally a male rocker’s domain, but I could think of no sexier visual than a female entertainer who isn’t afraid to enjoy an audience’s communal touch.
Those of us lining the perimeter of the stage swayed our hands in the air, and she bathed in our devotion as if she was as in awe of us as we in her. A dose of Serotonin shot to my brain at the breakneck speed of a treasured find in Filene’s Basement when Chaka keyed right into me, making a swift beeline in my direction. Extending her hand out from the low stage, she weaved her fingers through mine and waved our connected hands back and forth to the beat.
In my non-televised Springsteen/Courtney Cox moment, I could feel her sensual roar beating right through my hand, a conduit to nirvana no doob or Jane Fonda aerobic routine could ever provide. It was in that brief moment that her touch instantly made me feel less invisible, less of a dot from a high altitude. She could have chosen any sycophant, but her impulse to connect with me was reassurance that even in my insignificant tortured little world, all things “unrealistic” were possible. You just had to reach out and fondle them.
Years later I caught Chaka again, in NYC (following her multi-Platinum Grammy winning solo album “I Feel for You”) at a much larger outdoor venue on the Hudson Pier, still first come first serve, still an Olympic sprint to the front row. In true Chaka form, she came off stage during the set to sit in the lap of a quadriplegic gentleman strapped in a wheelchair in the isle by my seat. She didn’t appear to know him, but graciously requested his lap while she sang us a ballad. I was pretty certain that when she rose to stand so would he.
All throughout my years employed at CNN Entertainment News, I looked for opportunities to interview Chaka, but once classified living legend status, one-on-one interviews were assigned to the on-air reporters only. She did begrudgingly grant one red carpet interview with us and evidently regretted it. Her irritated reaction to one of our field producers who referred to her as “The Diva” was priceless. Chaka detested the term and bluntly told her so, creating an awkward moment of silence I found amusing. Who would have known? But seeing how “Diva” (originally defined as a distinguished woman singer, especially one who sings in operas) has been gratuitously bequeathed upon every unworthy twat in the business, you can understand her position.
Last year upon undergoing surgery and feeling the end was neigh I hoped Make A Wish Foundation would grant me a visit by Chaka. “Ha!” My facebook friends snickered, assuring me that Chaka Khan wouldn’t get outta’ bed for my ovary removal. “White Light” medical bud would have to suffice.
Miss Lola Rose takes us on a very colorful walking tour of NYC by Jill Abrams. No babies or joggers were hurt during the filming of this webisode. Music by http://www.mranonymous.net/musicblog/
Filmed and edited by Jill Abrams and starring my fabulous Mom.
Camille Grammer and fellow club kids go wild in NYC by Jill Abrams. Music by Mr. Anonymous "Superman" www.mranonymous.net. In the early 90s I filmed a wild night out with Kelsey Grammer's ex-"Beverly Hills Housewife" Camille and other club goers including the gorgeous Lisa Lisa (Cult Jam) Downtown Julie Brown, Gene Anthony Ray (Leroy "Fame") Montgomery Frazier, Julie Brown's brother (blue outfit), Idalis DeLeón (hot girl from the group Seduction), Edward Morgan from the Joffrey Ballet, Natalie something (braids from MTV), and many others - feel free to send me the names to post. No place more fun than NYC!
I want to send a big FUCK YOU to Jesse James tonight, who explained that the now infamous Nazi Heil Hitler photo of himself was from a party at his house, meant as a joke. Isn't genocide just hilarious to glorify with your friends at a party? He and Sandra were dating then, did she chuckle with the other guests? Was she okay with the nazi garb and German model war planes that decorated his home? (Shown in the pig's US WEEKLY photo below.) Shame on them.
And enough with the "America's Sweetheart" bullshit. If she could marry a guy who openly revered Hitler, she is as disgusting and foul as he is. Jesse wasn't the slightest bit contrite about the photo in the Nightline interview but evidently scared shitless to get his white supremacist ass kicked. Is it possible to miss that nazi cap that sits atop a shelf in the closet you both share? Is it merely a coincidence that his mistress Bombshell McGee brandished a swastika tattoo on her belly? Shame shame on them, especially Sandra Bullock for her association to such sleeze. What a huge disappointment. I pray the humiliation and his unprotected [mistresses] sex serves her well.
"Adolf Hitler murdered 20,946,000 handicapped, aged, sick, prisoners of war, forced laborers, camp inmates, critics, homosexuals, Jews, Slavs, Serbs, Germans, Czechs, Italians, Poles, French, Ukrainians, and many others. Among them 1,000,000 were children under eighteen years of age." Where is the joke in that Jesse James? Scumbag.
This goes out to my friend Marga (as seen in the middle @ the Jewish Home for the Aging) who survived the holocaust and lived to share the horror stories of torture and murder. I will make sure this history is not buried, condoned or joked about by the likes of Jesse James or Sandy "America's Sweetheart" Bullock.
Mom would really like to understand how Sandra could not have known about SCHMUCK Jesse James' fetishes and racist proclivities. How can you not be aware of your husband's moral [or lack of] core?
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Youtube sensation Miss Lola Rose, "Mom of 2 gay kids" is back at it, pulverizing pop culture in a way only she can. Every scandal from Sandra Bullock to Charlie Sheen gets a beating. Mom takes on cheaters and schmucks including the Jersey Shore cast, Kate Gosselin, Tiger Woods and many more...
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I received this note on my facebook today by a brilliant writer named Bianca SunshYne Papas.
SANDRA BULLOCK WAS NOT AS INNOCENT AS MOST PEOPLE WANT TO BELIEVE. There is just no way she didn't know her husband was (at least) curious about Nazi thinking, design, memorabilia, costume etc... and, (at worst) a full out anti-semite and racist. Jesse James has long co-opted and (very openly) used symbols closely associated with the Holocaust and hate filled attitudes - like the German Iron Cross logo that's on everything West Coast Choppers makes and sells (copy link for image) http://www.thelifefiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/chopper.jpg
That doesn't necessarily mean she approved of or agreed with any of it... all it means is that she KNEW and ACCEPTED it. Do I think the fact that she's German would make her more tolerant of this behavior? YES! Yes, I do. Would I feel differently if her ancestors were German JEWS? Yes. I would. Sandra Bullock's maternal grandfather was a rocket scientist from Nuremberg, Germany where Bullock lived until age twelve. Could a brilliant man, in his field, from that generation, have had Nazi ties? Sympathy for the cause? YES. Am I sure that he did? No. But the chances are very good and ANYONE who thinks otherwise is CRAZY!!!!
I don't believe Sandra Bullock is a secret Nazi, I think she had a husband with MANY disgusting proclivities (ie: that ugly SKELL "bombshell *vomit* mcgee) and that she turned a blind eye. Frankly, considering his numerous affairs (that I suspect she also knew some of) she probably thought his penchant for swastikas and such wasn't really hurting anybody blah blah blah. Lots of people accept things they don't agree with for the sake of the person they love. Lots of people compromise their own thinking and values because they're needly, or lonely, or convinced that they'll change. A pig is a pig, though, no matter how you might drape him in pearls. It's an unfortunate reality that people like Jesse James exist. It is equally unfortunate that people like Sandra Bullock, with all the power, fame and money in the world, are susceptable to their manipulation and ulterior motives. Sad.
Los Angeles, the homeless capital of the United States. Welcome to their hell. Photos and film by: Jill Abrams
It started out innocently and quickly turned into an obsession. Me and my tiny inconspicuous Canon Powershot, every day venturing out on long walks in questionable neighborhoods seeking stories. This was the first time I used the camera's video feature and was quite pleased as you will see. I became so mesmerized by this knife wielding homeless scene that I didn't take into consideration my safety. I videotape her confronting me and then run for my life! I was sincerely hoping to tell their story as a public service announcement.
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