Honestly, this is where Ronnie Wood messed up, letting Jo Wood go. He got his karma when that stripper he left her for beat on him. Jo is the only person to overtly stand up for me and to Mick Jagger. No wonder he wasn’t in their wedding. I will continue to protect her, children included. While I will one hundred percent be dragging not as hot, or iconic but two faced, complicit with racism, rape, stalking and murder Sally Wood, call it like I see it. You got me fucked up, they don’t make shows about bitchy English people (is that what she is? I honestly don’t know) the way they do about those on the Upper East Side that’s on Gossip Girl, Cruel Intentions and The Nanny (CC Babock henny). We are easily the most wrathful people to exist, hands down. And I won’t just be hanging with anyone, it’s called exclusive, standards, stars not spectacles and definitely no basic-whites (white people who think they’re cool, but they aren’t, you’re a dime a dozen, not unique, probably don’t have cool black, or colored friends cause we don’t just hang with anyone, boring, not interesting, cruel because of it). Jo Wood is a party icon, model, photographer, never forget it. Via: Disclosure_Team, Muses Podcast & Groupies Outrageously Gorgeous
I want you guys to understand how ahead I am, with my abilities to see into the future and play chess. That I’m a goddess. Melanie Hamrick, nobody knows how to get her to show her true colors better than moi. Character is everything and hers is one of mental instability, obsession and wanting to wear L’Wren Scott’s skin. Same dress, different color, same poses, tacky imitation of her necklace. Look at that chin, YIKES! As you can see in row three I circled the date I screenshot this picture of Ronnie (who has no problem touching L’Wren), L’Wren and Sally. Almost two months ago. February 6th 2022, you know why? Because Melanie’s nature is to copy anything and everything Lwren Scott is doing. Her obsession with Lwren and myself, as she reacts to everything I say about her publicly, further incriminating herself, is why she’s going to jail. I can see into the future as demonstrated, upon my expecting this picture.
Do notice Melanie lies in the caption with the Woods of her self written article, stating she was a principal dancer. After I called out how she isn’t and never will be a star.
Because she’s a liar. Above are the roles Melanie played at ABT. Harlot, Swan, a nobody. Meanwhile Misty Copeland is the cover of the same production she played a flower girl in. As you can see her time is up, everything she does makes her fate worse. Gives me more evidence. Melanie is a murderer, rapist, stalker, deformed face, liar, satanist, outcast, weirdo trying to be Lwren Scott and forcing herself on Mick Jagger. PS I do have proof of her committing a hate crime on her Veeeefr troll account. The charges keep coming. Clink clink. Via: Daily Mail Uk, Page Six, CTV News, and Misty Copeland.
First off let me say I cried, all the other stuff aside, having one of your idols stand up for you, let alone know who you are, I’m honored. It’s the hardcore fan in me. Had it not been for Ronnie Wood, the women in his life and brood, I’d believe The Rolling Stones were a farce. That everything they taught me to be was just a mirage of what was. Going from badass revolutionaries, railing at the status quo to the man, based on their children’s behavior. I can 100 percent say that Ronnie, Jo, and Sally Wood, along with their children, never once antagonized, or bullied me. Nor affiliate with people of the sort. It’s one thing to feel indignant privately, but they actively stood up for me and stood by Lwren Scott.
These are authentic people, who hold others accountable. They aren’t performative activist, or a lynch mob, bordering on Nazi’s (to blindly follow the side of evil without question). Mick Jagger’s children treated me, as well as him, horribly. Profiling me, making assumptions, lies, going against their father, purposely siding with his abuser, someone who murdered Lwren Scott and raped their dad using black magic, with her coven. Untrustworthy, ungrateful, entitled, spoiled, mediocre…contributing nothing to their parents legacy, but have so much to say. Mind you they can’t navigate the world, so use to the umbrella of their parents work. Every gig gotten, foot in the door, way people treat you, Ivy League status (black, female, celebrity parents), every opportunity given, due to Mick. Who are you to tell him what to do, ever? You are nothing without him. You’d think they’d be humble.
I was nice to those kids, saved their lives, I could have let her finish them, then pulled a Melanie Hamrick, coming in as a “savior”. I’m not evil, despite them having profiled me WHILE I made the decision to save them. I tolerated them for Mick. Jo Wood, thank you for acknowledging that, treating me as human and not turning a blind eye to their inhumanity. Thank you for raising kids who did the same. Never erring on the side of evil for an ego they didn’t earn. Even earned egos aren’t hot. This screenshot is from December 28th 2021.
Then there’s Sally Wood, openly admitting to missing Noor. If you read my article Single White FeMel(anie Hamrick) you’d know Catherine Montgomery (who I’m going to do a separate piece on), is the fan Melanie was stalking. Upon hearing the news Sally started following her. Upset by this Melanie continued harassing Catherine, even pretending to be Ronnie in search of an affair.
Honorary mention to Chris Jagger, Mick’s brother, for doing the same (he’s safe). It meant everything to her. She’s a hardcore fan.
Rounding it all out is Ronnie Wood himself, posting on March 6th 2022 the exact set list from the show where Melanie black magicked Mick in 2014. With the caption “Were you at the show? What are your memories?” Read article How Melanie Hamrick “Met” Mick, she can’t keep her lies straight. Nor does Mick remember how he met her, since he was dark magicked.
Thank you to the Woods (RONNIE WOOD FOREVER) for being good, genuine, kind, people. The people I grew up idolizing. It wasn’t all a lie. Not every icon is a big headed jerk. Nor an accomplice to one. This is how you make the world a better place. Via: Saint Twenty & Ronnie Woods Insta
Before I go into why the Woods are my favorite Stones family (in tomorrow’s article), restoring my faith in the band, I must tell this one. After winning my lawsuit against Miss Lily’s I got a part-time gig at a pizza place in Park Slope, Amorina. I was the phone slash delivery girl, organizing all the take-out and pick up orders. The staff like the restaurant was small, and run by an insane woman named Ellen. Italian, hot tempered, miserable (cuckquean) and out of her mind. This
bitch woman literally held my last check of $500 hostage after I quit. Mind you, I left due to an underserving tirade, which she was known to do. Her own daughter commented her mom was off. She’d just snap out of nowhere, then act like everything was normal. As she’s refusing to give me my money, I’m making plans to attend my missing friend Robbie’s memorial. When I started the job he disappeared, causing me to leave in tears one shift. She’d been with me through this traumatic ordeal and didn’t give af. I had to pull up to her restaurant TWICE to get my money. Unhinged. At least she apologized to the staff after I read her ass for being bogus af.
This is where I met Jack James, a beautiful, tall, chiseled musician/model hailing from Texas. He loves Elvira, made me laugh until I cried, and like myself is a classic rock whore. We were kool and the gang until we started reppin our sets. A rivalry older than Bloods VS. Crips-The Beatles or The Stones, which is the better band? He barely let me speak, making his opinion fact before storming off. An attack akin to stepping on someone’s motherfucking kicks. Indignant was an understatement! Affronted I harbored this resentment until I got him back for his Harry Styles boa dig (a slight tiff that turned into a WMag social media post, with designer Marc Jacobs inserting himself). I never said I was above it, I’m petty. Being a Stones fan is a lifestyle. In my eyes he came for my entire existence! The Rolling Stones influenced me more than anyone, ever. Without them I’d literally be dead. Their music was the only thing that kept me alive my first year at Emerson College. Deep in the throes of addiction, nothing but cocaine, coffee, and cigarettes as sustenance, I lived on the verge of two worlds. I became skeletal in frame, going from a Double D to a D (boob weight never regained); my friends remarked I was on a different drug every time they saw me. My friends told me verbatim I was going to die. It was that bad, I just kept cutting straws, snorting lines and doing me. While the Stones had always been my everything, it was that year I needed them most. Just one more song to keep me going. My ringtone was Cocksucker Blues (the tour rehearsal version), that’s how dependent I was on the music.
Don’t get me wrong I fucking love The Beatles, LOVE. Had Jack let me expound my answer would have been this: you can’t have one without the other, it’s symbiotic. One’s rooted in pop, the other in blues, yet they’re both rock bands. The Beatles who invented albums and music videos (easily the most musically innovative band of all time) sing about what they wish the world to be, The Stones sing about it’s actualities (both groups have range, this is the same generalization of you can bring the Beatles home to your parents, not the Stones). For those using sales as a determinate, name one Stones song you can play for children? I was singing Yesterday in elementary school. The Stones have more soul, I can dance to their music, it’s hood relatable for the ignorant who think rock is white people music (black people created rock n roll), they’ve always credited black people, they created the template for the musicians lifestyle (sex, drugs, rock n roll), they created the “bad boy,” they broke gender, fashion, and race barriers/norms, challenging the status quo at every turn, changing the cultural landscape. The Stones dressed in drag when it was illegal, influencing everyone from the Chili Peppers to Nirvana to do so. I’m a revolutionary, because The Rolling Stones made me one. But, but, they need The Beatles, it’s the Yin to their Yang. You can’t have one without the other, nor do we want to. It’s the perfect musical balance.
Cut to now and gorgeous Jack is literally in a band with Sean Lennon’s wife Charlotte Kemp Muhl, and I dated Mick Jagger. You can’t make this shit up. You truly, genuinely can’t. So next time Naomi Campbell decides to lie for two white men appropriating our Caribbean culture for profit (Genc and Binn Jakupi), before Georgia May Jagger, her equally idiotic siblings and affiliates make assumptions (based on race), do make sure it’s someone who isn’t well connected. Should I continue on how many people grew up with me, displaying you’re liars and racists or…? Who did Melanie Hamrick know before raping Mick & murdering L’Wren Scott? Exactly. Jack, Daddy, are we the guardians of rock n roll? FYI he also loves the Rolling Stones, don’t come for him. Via: Jack James Busa Insta, Uni_Loonies & Riley And John
Two major bands, one icon. From The Faces to The Stones, not only is Ronnie Wood a talented musician, but a phenomenal painter. Ronnie taught me to always have fun, but most importantly he was the first time I felt an energetic surety without knowing my abilities. As soon as I saw him I knew he was crazy, but couldn’t put my finger on it. As time went by I got a sense that Ronnie is the type of dude that convinces you to do something, you get arrested even though it was his idea, he continues the night, bails you out later and you vow “I’m not fucking with Ronnie no more.” And yet someway, somehow, he charms you into the next adventure. Out of his mind in the best way, when I found out he was a gemini I said “Ohhhhh that makes sense”. Could you keep up with Ronnie? Via: Rocknr Roll
Two icons. Mary J. Blige has survived abuse, addiction & self-sabotage to rise like a multi-talented phoenix from the ashes to reinvent herself time and time again. Sir Rod Stewart (thought it was Ronnie Wood for a second) from The Faces to his solo career has co-signed all my debauched behavior. Thank you both for your legacies. What are your favorite songs by these two? Via: Hollywood Melanin & Charles Gatewood
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