“They always know,’ says Luc. ‘They just don’t want to accept the cost. The soul is the easiest thing to trade. It’s the time no one considers.”
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Meeting Tremaine Emory
Serge Becker introduced me to a lot of people personally, including the iconic Maripol (read: Serving Looks, Serving Maripol) and Supreme’s creative director Tremaine Emory (then they’d sit in my section for me to serve them). Tremaine, Serge, and someone I can’t remember, came for dinner. When Serge introduced him I had NO idea who he was, or what he did. Tremaine was polite, jovial and instantly took a liking to me, complimenting my look. Perceptual, it was my style and swagger that made him guess I’m a native New Yorker.
“You from here aren’t you?”
“Yeah, how did you know?”
“I could just tell. I’m a native too.”
“Ahhh that’s rare nowadays,” I replied.
“Yeah it is. Where’d you grow up?”
“The Upper East Side.”
“Oh wow. I’m from Jamaica Queens. You’ve been there before?”
“Yeah, to go to the airport.”
“Never to hang out?,” he asked.
“No, I mean…what would I really be doing over there, if I’m not going to the airport? It’s mad far and there’s not much to do…” I trailed off. Looking back I see why Serge wore a nervous expression, I kind of dissed where Tremaine came from. However my tone and candor sent Tremaine roaring with laughter.
“You right,” he said genuinely doubled over, laughing from his gut. Taking his cue the rest of them followed suit, myself included. Real talk there’s nothing going on in Jamaica Queens, for me to travel hours to hang out in a known ghetto. Like what…
Throughout the night he carried on conversation. He spoke to me as if I known him. I think he, like Serge, was happy that the greatness of New York’s old school, art, socialite, rock n’ roll, hip hop, cool kids, didn’t go extinct due to gentrification. The luminaries, the visionaries, that make this place great, are still being churned out, passing on the culture.
I found out Tremaine is major af during the pandemic, upon seeing him appear in photos with all these people. He left a great tip (unlike some), and I’m honored to have met him. Thank you for calling Kanye the coon out. He is gone, no longer a black leader, or idol, but a soulless vessel. He sold his to the devil, after joining that racist coven (Kardashian Jenner’s, Kekel Kardashian was real). He’s a completely different person now. May we mourn what was, while I destroy what is. Via: Eyes Mag
Me Keeping My Promises
Me dancing on my enemies graves as promised.
Oh me, oh my, everything is going better than planned. Evidence is just falling right into my lap. Damn it feels good to be divine, beautiful, a future multi-billionaire. Thanks Hollywood, but I couldn’t have done it without Melanie ugly, untalented, weirdo, uneven face Hamrick. Her felonies have blessed me an infinite amount. God, the almighty is good. We’ve only just begun. A star, a goddess, a queen witch is born. Remember everyone, karma always comes, do no harm, but take no shit. You deserve to be respected and choose who and what you wanna be. Xoxo Athena. Via: Exultant.Motifs
Teaching Manners, Respect, Boundaries
Karma always comes, I’m going to learn you all. Sometimes you are the lesson and need to teach people lessons they’ll never forget. When was the last time you taught someone manners, boundaries, respect? Via: Pagan Potions
Selena Gomez Is L’Wren Scott
Hailey, Hailey, Hailey, so full of shit she’s starting to believe her own lies. First off Scooter Braun prevented Justin Bieber from being deported through this marriage, let’s not pretend it love. How did they get there? Hailey like Melanie Hamrick used black magic to make it so. This is why he didn’t sign a prenup. Hailey is just as obsessed with Selena Gomez as Melanie ugly Hamrick is with L’wren Scott. Both deals involved children, I’ll leave Justin to wonder. Her coven, the Kardashian Jenner West family helped. Melanie’s murder rape baby is on his death bed, while Hailey’s is altogether a different deal. Mick Jagger and Justin Bieber both started having health problems after being black magicked into relationships. I suppose it’s one of the side effects.
Selena like L’wren is successful and talented, Emmy nominated, Grammy’s, successful businesses, her and Justin would have been a true power couple. Justin wanted to marry her, she turned him down, thanks to Hailey and her deal with the devil. Death doesn’t have to be involved for a soul exchange. No one keeps talking about it except you. And I’m afraid Selena is too kind, you deserve every bad word spoken about you. You racist demonic troll. You are pretty which is why your career skyrocketed, but not supermodel pretty with that squat neck. Gigi, Kendall (also used black magic and surgery, cause with that nose and acne riddled structureless face supermodel where?) and Bella were miles ahead, you needed Justin to catch up. Melanie is too ugly for her career to go anywhere, even with a legend, but Hailey isn’t.
I can’t wait to expose you. Your troll accounts. Your racism. Your deal with the devil, because taking away anyone’s freewill is indeed that. I’m going to annihilate the Biebers. Poor Justin, lost the love of his life due to his black magic wife. Can you hear me cackling hoe? You soon will. Via: Entertainment Tonight
The Devil Always Comes To Collect
But Addie knows too well now, knows that these stories are full of foolish humans doing foolish things, warning tales of gods and monsters and greedy mortals who want too much, and then fail to understand what they’ve lost. Until the price is paid, and it’s too late to claim it back. Never pray to the gods who answer after dark.
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The Elusive Anna Wintour
“Anna Wintour lives next door you know,” Kelsey, the big haired, big breasted, stout cashier informed me.
“Shut. Up. You’re lying!” I replied astounded. The Anna Wintour, of Vogue Magazine, the first and last word in fashion.
“Yeah, I’ve seen her a few times and she always just stares at me disapprovingly. I feel so self-conscious every time I see her, she always looks me up and down frowning.”
Noted, my level of anxiety skyrocketing at the prospect of being on the receiving end of a fashion don’t. She’s notorious for her unyielding critics, but I hadn’t figured it transferred off glossy print pages to pedestrians. The Devil Wears Prada scene where Meryl Streep drags Anne Hathaway (over a cerulean sweater) was a real moment for Kelsey, a look saying it all. The scars remain, heard in her intonation as she told the story.
One.
The first time I saw Anna Wintour I was heading over to Melvin’s Cafe from the main restaurant, Miss Lily’s. There she was standing on the sidewalk as I walked in her direction. Wearing a white floral dress and signature shades. Rocking one dangling gold double triangular earring, a maroon skirt with slits on both sides, and a sleeveless black and white vertical striped shirt, that buttoned downed to tie at the bottom, a gold necklace, that had pendulum shaped pieces hanging, I freak out internally. Upon seeing me she moves back in surprise. It was a wordless exchange, her face conveying shock. Not only because she approved of my look, from bantu knots to heeled booties, but that I worked at such an establishment. Unable to control my facial expressions my eyes widen with joy. A sign of the future friendship I always imagined.
Pulling the door to enter Melvin’s, I take one last look in case I never get the chance again. A man exits his vehicle, handing her a package. Taking it, she enters her townhouse.
“OMG,” I screech seeing Kelsey behind the juice bar counter, “I just saw Anna Wintour!”
“You did? Told you. Did she give you a disgusted look?”
“NO! She liked my outfit!!”
“Oh, wow,” Kelsey says disheartened. In all fairness Kelsey in her Hawaiian shirts, loose fitting clothes and plain face made no effort, which is part of why she was relegated to the cafe as a cashier. She didn’t have the look, sexy, colorful, skimpy, to be a server at Miss Lily’s; the hierarchy was real. Despite not seeing eye to eye, the owners and Anna agreed on Kelsey’s ranking.
Two.
I’m in a rush. Although my tardiness had no consequences, I hate being even close to late. However, I ran out of eyeliner as I was about to start my second lid! Meaning I had to make a pitstop at CVS, where the line was too damn long. It’s the dead of winter, the sidewalks are runways with room for only one person to walk at a time. A strip of dry pavement is exposed, both sides covered by frozen, mounted snow and garbage. Lo and behold, as I’m about to traverse this obstacle course, Anna Wintour is pacing back and forth at the end of this makeshift runway. As if breaking in these over the thigh, leather, heeled boots weren’t enough, I have to walk for Anna without busting my ass. Not only would I be humiliated, I’d have to walk pass her afterwards.
Pairing another floral dress with a white jacket, cellphone to ear, shades on, Anna senses me and what does she do? She fucking stops to judge. Standing at the almost end of this runway, she faces me. Glaring. My heart literally seizes, then pounds against my ribcage. Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Only. Fucking. Me. Thanking God for throwing on my oversized Chloé sunglasses on a sunless day (had she seen my uneven eye makeup I’d be mortified), I walk, having no choice.
Balmain fur over a red dress that connects in the front, with a cutout back and sides, I catwalk for her eyes only. She stares. Starts to smile. Catches herself. Goes back to stoic. Then as a gesture of her approval, she makes room for me to get by, sans stepping on piled snow. Had I failed she would not have done so. This is a moment I’ll cherish forever. An actual highlight of my life, unlike some, I didn’t have to pay a million bucks for Anna’s validation (hi Kanye).
Three.
Halloween 2019. I finally left the apartment Genc Jakupi setup to have me spied on. I hated everyone there, especially lying, delusional, talentless Mallory, the girl I sublet from. His former The Box employee. Mallory who got us temporarily evicted, spending our rent money on a music video she made for Youtube. Had I not gotten word, we would have come home to locked doors the next day. She owed $5000. I made it so we could take what we needed while the issue was resolved. I digress.
Celebrating the thinning veil, Nani and I are dressed up. She’s an angel and I’m Dominque Deveraux. A wig, a skin tight, cream dress, backless, braless, a crossed string drawing attention to my spine. Walking down the street I see a woman dressed as Anna.
“Yes bitch, you’re Anna Wintour! You look major honey, major down to the bob. Work bitch, workkkkkk, yasss. You nailed it!”
The woman laughs, gripping my arm and tells me, “You look beautiful, absolutely beautiful,” she squeezes my arm while appraising me.
“See Anna I told you going out would be fun,” a scantily clad brunette says emerging from their shared cab, a blonde lady following behind her.
“Wait what! OMG you’re actually Anna Wintour!!! Omg stop!!!! I can’t!”
My eyes are bulging in pure disbelief. She’s literally wearing a bobbed wig, dressed up as herself. The color two fractions lighter than her own, her attire a dress and a dark caramel coat. She touches me a few more times, laughing her ass off before entering Indochine. Third times a charm, we were meant to be.
So I thought. Now I realize she tokenizes us, or is she just evil? Meeting her in person, meeting her standards, then seeing her allow the gutter rats known as the Kardashian Jenner West family to lower her standards. A family built on sex tapes, black magic, lies, an empire made of cards, no talent, no style, Kanye paid for her to care. To hear and experience her racism…there’s a great chasm between the two and I’m trying to fill the void.
Wasn’t L’wren Scott your friend? Why were you aiding big faced, small brained, ungrateful, mediocre, jail and hell bound Georgia May Jagger?
All I know is it’ll be handled accordingly. I’ll love those moments forever, then again I adored all the people who are now enemies. Via: Miss Lily’s
Normalize You Inspire Me
Stealing, imitating, trying to be, taking bits of people’s personality, then pretending it’s your own while disrespecting, hating, or throwing shade at the same person is weirdo shit. There are people I know who confuse my cool with their own just cause I’m in their presence, people who wouldn’t even be where they are had they never met me, and still have the audacity. When someone inspires me I tell them, I thank them, that’s the difference. You see it in my blessings, which your jealousy can’t stop. Start giving people the credit they deserve. Only herb ass weirdos pull the aforementioned behavior, the truly mundane, provincial, unoriginal. Boring and basic is not the vibe, which doesn’t mean you steal from stars pretending their light is yours. Can’t stand it, won’t tolerate it.
As a culture, this is all black people experience. People calling it ghetto then ripping it off. When you see other black people aiding these clowns, or following their behavior it’s abhorrent. Uncle Tom’s are the reason they think it’s okay to treat us as subhuman. When in reality we’re the blueprint of humanity. It’s unacceptable and will be handled. The slaves who tried to keep us on the plantation were the most dangerous. Name three people to thank for helping you be you. Via: The Very Black Project
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
Educate The Idiots
Teach these kids, some ignorant commenter asked, “Can you even name five Prince songs?” Nigga…I said are we including songs he’s written for other artists, or just the songs he performed? Like little boy, know your place please. Are you out of your mind? That’s Prince, the icon, the innovator, the legend. How dare you? There aren’t anymore stars, just spectacles and stars yielding to spectacles. That’s why I told VH1, E and MTV to remind this dingbats of their iconography. Thank God I’m here to save the dying breed of what little smatter of stars we have left and right these wrongs. That’s why there’s no originality, especially due that trash satanic family, the Kardashian Jenner West coven and friends. You hoes are finished.
Give me Michael Jackson dangling Blanket over the balcony, give me James Brown driving with a busted tire across two states, give me Whitney Houston crack is cheap…these spectacles are boring, manufactured drama is lame. I’m the only one delivering, that’s why they’re copying me. I’m going to give you a show you’ll never forget. Bye influencers, talentless hacks and the idiotic talent who followed behind them. This is Armageddon, spoiler alert I win. They literally have you dressing up like demons in all black and face masks. The absence of light, look at Kanye’s Gap collection (I miss the old Kanye, that was a star). They’re taking souls to hell, believing they’ll be rulers, the rulers are set, you’re just another tricked batched of idiots. Enjoy your time. Amber Rose was peak Kanye.
The people are gonna love me, now I know why two of my spirit guides are such, people loved them too, both were compassionate. I digress. Can you name five Prince songs, artists he’s written for included? Via: Lost Boys And Girls86