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PSA: Stop Invalidating Black Women

First of all, Mick Jagger has always lusted after black women, he’s also clandestine about dating us. Insulting to say the least. Second of all, Marsha Hunt was the person who introduced Mick Taylor to The Rolling Stones to replace Brain Jones. She’s literally seen at the founding members Hyde Park tribute concert in the VIP section, held on July 5th 1969. Marianne Faithfull was there too, he disrespected them both announcing he belongs to each of them. In fact Mick & Marianne went to see Hair together, next thing you know he’s seducing one of the stars in the same manner he did me (read Mick Jagger Tried To Marsha Hunt Me).

Yet everyone questioned if that half white look alike baby, Karis Jagger, was his…bitch you got eyes? Marsha Hunt was gaslit and tortured, because she’s a black woman. The same as me. Mick Jagger & I met at Miss Lily’s (read Why Mick Jagger Was At Miss Lily’s). We dated during the pandemic, he intentionally ruined my friend’s wedding and wanted me to pretend Melanie uggo Hamrick didn’t murder L’wren Scott, because Jerry Hall played the shit out of everyone (read Jerry Hall Lies About L’wren Scott). Endeavoring to maintain a fallacy of being the most relevant, she made sure Mick was stuck with a ratty, uneven faced loser (read Melanie Hamrick Sells Home To Cover Crime Debt).

Jerry’s behavior almost got her family killed, bitch he don’t even like you. I digress. My point being I refused to go on tour, but provided more than enough evidence including legally of our relationship. One that deteriorated due to his disrespecting Sara Tam. He also provided evidence making me an entire album, Hackney Diamonds, cover to tracks. So I don’t want to hear no bullshit about having pictures together, that’s not enough as Marsha Hunt makes evident. It also wasn’t Mick Jagger’s first time at the celebrity filled restaurant (read Mick Jagger At Miss Lily’s 2015). He’s also NEVER taken his rapist seriously (read Melanie Hamrick Never Tamed Mick Jagger). She wasn’t chosen, he didn’t know how she ended up in his life until I told him.

I walked away from all that money knowing his children were kicked out of the will thanks to Raggedy Anne, because I don’t value material over people I love (read Melanie Hamrick And Kids Out Of Mick’s Will). How many of you could say the same? That you would walk away from wealth over sacrificing your friends and family, choosing nothing with God over everything with Satan? Being nice is over, watch your fucking mouths about me. A Goddess has entered the chat. Own your innate racism. Jealous when black women aren’t at the bottom of the hierarchy, beneath you, yet trying to be us. Other people of color who align with this behavior are trash, keeping us all enslaved and abused. When black women speak listen. Y’all gonna get exactly what you deserve, you will always reap what you sow multiplied. Trust. Enjoy your time condemned and fake ass fans xoxo Athena. Via: Tumblr

Updated: 10/28/2024 1:02am

Mick Jagger As Apollo For Me

By: Saint Twenty June 9, 2022June 9, 2022

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After killing a python Apollo saw Eros (Cupid) and started teasing him; arrogant due to his serpent slay the god of poetry, music, prophecy, and beauty felt Eros wasn’t manly enough to wield the bow and arrow. Wrathful as Greek divinities are he shoots Apollo with a gold arrow, then Daphne the water nymph with a lead one, causing Apollo to fall madly in love and Daphne to despise him.

Daphne promising to remain virginal evades him, running for her life. Apollo chases her endlessly, just when he’s about to catch her she begs her father Peneus to transform her. Peneus abides turning her into a laurel tree.

This is why wreaths crown Olympic winners, as the game is a celebration of Apollo killing the python.

Mick Jagger is telling me what he always does, that he’ll love me no matter what. Rereading the myth I broke down crying, because I loved him my entire life and it’s really over, it has to be. I tried so hard, but we’re not meant to be. All my life I thought of the lyrics “you can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you just might find, you get what you need.” How come it had to be that way? Now I know. I will always miss the good parts, like The Weakest Link, picking my nail color, when he healed me and Jagger anytime we were sick, when he wrote me poetry everyday… For the first time I’m mourning our end. We are not a happily ever after fairytale, but a Greek tragedy. It was a sweet, romantic gesture, but we just can’t be, like Mick Taylor you have to know when to walk away before the band kills you. I loved him, truly loved him, so much I gave him everything. Let me go Michael, just send the money to 500 Pearl Street and don’t make things worse. I told you to honor L’wren Scott, I told you what would happen if you didn’t, she saved you. We saved you. Don’t end up in jail like Melanie deformed face Hamrick, don’t lose everything over an ugly weirdo who raped you and murdered L’wren with plans to rape me, for once listen to me. Via: Sir Jagger

Happy Birthday Mick Jagger

By: Saint Twenty July 26, 2020July 28, 2020

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There he was sitting in Graceland, as if he weren’t a sex god amongst mere mortals. Had that dumb manager not said anything I wouldn’t have been so filled with nerves. I had to go over for supplies to set up the restaurant. I had to walk pass Mick fucking Jagger. I mean, this is a lifelong dream come true. Youth was spent listening to classic rock, knowing I belonged to a time long gone. The Rolling Stones and everything they represent: challenging the status quo, revolution, critical thinking, rebellion, rock n’ roll, style…was the oxygen I breathed. Their music has gotten me through so much and there he was. The moment Mick Jagger checked me out in my black, backless, body shirt, burgundy skirt with slits on both sides, preening that infamous mane, I could have died happy. Thank you for being a crucial figure in my life. Anita Pallenberg really got it right, Keith, Brian and Mick. I mean I could go on endlessly, no words could elucidate how much he means to me. An icon, a legend, a king. What’s your favorite Rolling Stones song? Photos: Kevin Mazur, Jean Marie Pierre Official, Rock Roll Stars, Aquelerock, Joe Bangay and Mystery Tour