Emily Meade And Matt Sukkar Get It

Quite possibly the only two people in Hollywood who understand all social components of my last Facebook status, from the celebrities to the people we grew up with outside the limelight. Combined they get it all, since Emily Meade didn’t hang out with Julia Fox, but me and Matt Sukkar did. Yet Matt didn’t go to middle school with me, Emily did. It’s super strange too, because I was doing my mascara and all these memories of Emily came back.
Emily use to ask me if my eyelashes were real, because they’re perfect. She use to tell me I was a double d, not a d cup (turns out she was right at the time), we use to call each other Liberty from Degrassi, we use to sing “I Touch Myself”, she always asked who had a crush on her, most of all she never made an inappropriate racial remark. Emily actually gave me confidence, telling me I’m pretty whilst my mom dressed me in baggy clothing, banned me from wearing fishnets and makeup, to prevent a teen pregnancy (like herself). She saw me as an individual, not a caricature. She was that wise in middle school. That’s probably why I watch almost everything she’s ever done, except the latest gig, because Amazon Prime is cracking down on password sharing and ruining my trades. I refuse to get my own account based on principle! If a bitch got my YouTube channel, I deserve the Prime, the fuck.

Matt I met in ninth grade. We clicked instantly, I’ll leave it at that. He’s iconic Syrian royalty gold bb. He use to send us the Azealia Banks videos he directed. Which goes into my next point. People be calling sis crazy, but she’s telling the truth about a lot of shit tbh. Julia Fox is exactly why Kanye lost custody, I directed Kim Kardashian to the pictures via text prior to Azealia and Julia getting into it in February. Melanie ugly Hamrick isn’t well connected like my socialite self, because she’s a nobody with no body, even with a legend. Imma just leave this here: https://tikleak.com/azealia-banks-accidentally-releases-sx-video-of-kanye-west-and-julia-fox Via: Getty Images

RIP Queen Elizabeth II

I wasn’t raised a feminist, nor did I have examples in my family of such a thing. Yes, the women were strong in some ways, but they followed gender roles, ones that were instilled in me. Asking me what I want to be, versus helping me attain that goal are two different things. In fact my mother, traumatized by the ups and downs of her own childhood (I think therapy will fix it) feels we deserve to be equal to, or lesser than her more often than not. Never wanting us to go too high. She’s resentful. Needless to say we have issues, I’m not an under the radar type of girl. I didn’t ask to be born and your job is to prioritize me, making sure you find someone who will treat me as their own, not ostracize me. All her and my stepdad told us repeatedly whilst doing chores, including everyone’s laundry, was if we didn’t do it right we were never going to find a husband. Our value was placed on serving men. Mind you my sister and I were being told this in elementary school.

Rebellious I found my voice to speak, started doing things my way. I decide who I wanted to become, not have it dictated to me by two never changing ignorant people. Yeah I’m domesticated, but that doesn’t define me.

History was my favorite subject in school, I excelled, getting a 98 on my regents exam. To this day I wonder what the one (or two) question(s) I got wrong was. How do you know where you’re headed without knowing where you come from? Historical figures are most fascinating, shaping the world we live in. Watching Queen Elizabeth ii, the most powerful woman in the world, whose husband had to walk behind her the entirety of his life, you could not tell me my worth was reduced to finding a husband.
She ruled when women couldn’t get jobs, she ruled when women needed permission from their husbands to change the locks, or open bank accounts, she ruled when beating your wife was acceptable. Her reign was fated. No one ever expected her to be Queen, but by a series of succession miracles she became head of state. And thank God almighty for it, without her and many other feminist icons, I wouldn’t believe in myself. I would have no one to look up to and who can be more impactful than a female monarch, when you live in a country that believes we’re too emotional to be President.

All you need to do is see to believe, like the Obama’s being in the White House, to believe you can be great, you can overcome hate, you can do anything. Queen Elizabeth’s passing feels like the Northern star was blotted out from the night sky, how do you navigate without it? How do you find home? Will my kids ever see such a sight? Reading about it versus experiencing it isn’t the same.
There was Queen Elizabeth I and Queen Victoria, who Queen Elizabeth beat by seven years, but when will this happen again? We lived in an iconic historical time due to her. She read my words and stopped affiliating with Anna Wintour, she read my words and got confirmation on her inklings regarding psychopath Mick Jagger (she’s met many rockstars and refused to be in the same room as him, or knight him), she refused to hob knob with the Kardashian Jenner West family knowing they’re gutter rats. She had standards and thank God for it. Rest in peace, thank you for be a guiding light for powerful women everywhere. I’m gonna get Mick for you, wish you were here to see it. Via: Getty Images

I Blame Sir Rod Stewart For This

Sally Wood literally got up, with full vision and decided this was a look. What the fuck are you wearing? I wouldn’t even run errands in this. Even if I weren’t a Goddess or Queen witch, I’m above you. Know your place hoe. She’s a joke. This how you know nobody love her; not only did they let her out like this, but they let her be immortalized in photos. I’ll be doing the world a service locking you up. Don’t ever in your life come for me when you look like this, ever, ever.

Sir Rod Stewart is wrong for this. He keeps his ladies hot, yet let’s his rock legend friends settle with basics. Mick Jagger was black magicked, but Rod had a moral obligation to say Ronnie this isn’t the vibe. Youth doesn’t equate to beauty, although when they’re standing next to old men it leads to visual distortion. Rod Stewart have you taught them nothing? That’s why he’s keeping his title, prestige and prison free. Via: Getty Images

Georgia May Jagger Is A Racist

And the last ass beating of the day goes to Georgia May Jagger, the big faced, small brained racist. Look at her clutching her purse as if ASAP Rocky is going to steal it, can’t stand this bitch. She’s so stupid and full of it, how you both? Pick a struggle. You my dingbat are aligned with both devil’s collections, all to antagonize me. Look whose laughing now. Not only is your reputation going to be destroyed, your lifespan is one of the shortest.
So funny you and Naomi the sex trafficking madame don’t believe in bullying. Yet you both bullied me. Performative activist. For your dad to think I’m coming back when he helped abuse me, he’s senile; I’m not your mom, I have dignity and intellect. That’s what he gets listening to you and your trash family.

She had SOOOO much to say about me with her pea sized brain and mediocre, nepo-baby accomplishments. What have you earned without Jerry Hall and Mick Jagger to ever run you basic white mouth about me? NOTHING, NOT A THING. ASAP has more money than your kicked out the will for betraying your father who gave you everything ass. You’ve ruined both your parents relationships, exposing you before sending you to hell is the chef’s kiss. If anyone thinks I’m joking about jailing Mick Jagger, Ronnie & Sally Wood, Rupert Murdoch, Jade Jagger and Jerry, you aren’t thinking. All your behavior worked in my favor. If I find something where Georgia, Lucas Jagger, Brett Grace, the Hilfiger’s, anyone who helped Melanie deformed Hamrick in recent months cover up a murder, I’ll press charges against you too. You’re an accessory to murder and perjury. Bitch Mick Better Have My Money, try me. I saved your lives, so did L’wren Scott, but you’re a family of psychopaths possessing no empathy, or sympathy, only cruel, entitled behavior. Is it still funny? I’m the only one laughing and that murderer, rapist, stalker is still in my stories, still hitting on me. All of you are jokes. Remember I was kind and minding my business, you earned what’s coming. Via: Getty Images

Happy Birthday Michael

Happy birthday to the greatest pointer of all time. He may not be known for much, but at least he has that. My hero and my dream come true. Which Mick Jagger is your mood today? Via: Damasceno Sonia, Rock Music Shop, Getty Images

A Reluctant Star

Twelve. That’s how old I was when I signed my first autograph. Walking to Blair’s house on a humid summer day for our usual activities, blast classic rock music and peruse her mother’s closet of designer gowns. Never worn, once upon a time we looked at the tags and gasped, now we play a game.
Oscar De La Renta. Guess how much?”
Always round.
“Four thousand!” I yell.
“Wrong, six!”
We’re competitive.
“Okay my turn. Yves Saint Laurent?”
I watch as she compares houses in her head, both of us too naive to factor in the other variables that dictate value.
“Seven thousand!”
“Wrong, ten!” I gawked. Every week the collection expanded.
“What!” Blair, blond and sure of her estimate, saw for herself. The Doors play filling up gaps of silence.

He tore a piece of looseleaf from a spiral notebook, despite my protest that no I wasn’t a Disney star, or a child star, or a star of any sort.
“You’re going to be famous one day,” I scrawl my government as he insist. “I’m the first person to have your autograph, I’m going to save this, it’s going to be worth lots of money someday.”
Pleased he walks in the opposite direction, towards third, his forest green cap with ear flaps covering his brown curls. He was hispanic and at least 10 years older than me and three inches shorter. What a nut. I went on my way, long limbed and determined to conquer the avenues.

Twelve years later my shift at Blue Smoke ends. Thank the lord. Everyone is gagging, RuPaul is here and the staff is going wild. Unable to find him I make my way out of the Jazz Club. “You look great,” stunned I make eye contact with the legend.
“Thanks,” I reply, secretly wondering if he was on that stuff. I look disgusting, having not changed out of my work clothes post strenuous shift. We walk side by side, it’s familiar and telepathic. Lorelei, dark haired and pale skinned, stops us begging Ru for a photo.
“You come too,” he plucks the shoulder of my leopard print jacket.
“I always love a star.”
Originally in the middle, he rearranges us so he stands only next to me.

Flattered is an understatement, but I’m no star. At least I never wanted to be. Successful, yes, famous, no thanks. All those people in your business, expecting something I wasn’t willing to give. Yet, still it was told to me everywhere. The more I attempted to shrink myself, the more I stood out.

A reluctant star, that’s what I am. Such is my fate. And now it’s time to face it full on, so I’ll use it to better the world. How do you feel about fame? Via: Getty Images





Happy Birthday Stevie, Lenny & Lauryn

All killer halloween costumes, because their styles are signature. But can you identify the artist to the lyrics WITHOUT looking it up?:

She is like a cat in the dark
And then she is to darkness
She rules her life like a fine skylark
And when the sky is starless

You can’t hold God people back that long
The chain of Satan wasn’t made that strong
Trying to pretend like your word is your bond
But until you do right
All you do will go wrong

You make me feel so divine
Your soul and mind are entwined
Before you I was blind

Via: Dreaming Of Stevie, Getty Images & I Love Hip Hop 88

Shiny Disco Balls Aesthetic

Drugs and rock ‘n’ roll, bad ass Vegas hoes
Late-night booty calls and shiny disco balls

Disco, disco, disco, disco, shiny disco balls.

Which star quenched your thirst for disco fever? Via: Selena, Getty Images & Long Tall Angie



Mama Cass Flower Aesthetic

April showers bring May flowers; rejoice in spring with Mama Cass an iconic figure with an amazing voice. When I’m high listening to her sing it feels like my ears are being massaged in the best way. Just crystal. Which shoot would you recreate? Photographers: Henry Diltz, Jerry Schatzberg, Getty Images & Retro Hippies

Category Is: Changing Weather…

All black, or you’re disqualified. It’s that time, hot during the day brick at night. Which stay ready so you don’t have to get ready, should I wear a hoodie or jacket, I can’t wait til this weather sticks, look is for you? Via: Getty Images, Velvey. JPG & Shinko Music