It was our last day before leaving Italy and I stood anxiously waiting in front of our favorite bistro. Lex and I had decided to have a nice going away dinner with a few friends. After being in Italy for so long, it was starting to feel like home and I wished I could stay for eternity. But I couldn't. I needed to get back to the States in order to start my new column for JANE Magazine and Lex had a new gig as the photographer for Heather's world tour. We loved Italy but the working world beckoned and we had no choice but to answer the call.
I twisted and turned in every direction and still didn't see Lex. I sat on a bench, lit a clove and let my mind wander. It didn't seem real that not only had I broken up with Jordan but we'd both moved on so quickly. The aftershocks of our hostile encounter still shook me to the core. I couldn't comprehend how a person who loved me so deeply could cause so much pain and devastation. I shook my hand and struggled to control my emotions but a few tears still managed to break free. Caught up in my flood of emotions, I didn't see Lex as she turned the corner but I felt her lips on my cheek when she greeted me. She immediately noticed my gloomy mood and kissed my tears away.
Wrapping her jacket around my shoulders, Lex cradled my face and asked, "Baby, are you ok?” I stared into her eyes and saw nothing but sincerity and concern. Lex had done everything in her power to make me happy and yet my heart still held onto Jordan's memory. I tried to quiet my inner fears. I kissed Lex and assured her that nothing had bothered me. She began to ask questions about my tears but I smiled and rushed her into the restaurant.
We sat at a large table surrounded by a group of our new friends and once again I felt sorry to be leaving. I truly enjoyed being in the company of intelligent and well-read Black people and their sexual orientations just added to my delight. We sat for hours and laughed as they recalled various memories of my struggles to adjust to Italian life. But as the night went on and the wine kept coming, my previous sadness returned. Every time Lex nuzzled my ear or bent to kiss my shoulder, I felt a twinge of guilt inside and I didn't understand why. What did I have to feel guilty about? Jordan had left me for no real reason and humiliated me. I didn't owe her shit. At first Lex didn't notice the change in my mood but soon her face looked both puzzled and disgusted. We both liked to have a good time but Lex believed in moderation and I believed in getting smashed. So my excessive drunkenness both worried and annoyed her. However, the rest of our guests didn't seem to notice. In fact, they enjoyed my mischievous antics, giggling as I called for body shots and looking amazed as I danced barefoot. Normally, Lex view my seductive dance as evidence of my free-spirit and natural sex appeal. But I think my dress rose a little too high or I staggered a little too much because one minute I was dancing with a very attractive salsa performer who reminded me of Mya and the next minute Lex pulled me out of the restaurant.
I stumbled a bit as she forcibly pushed me out into the road and shouted, "What the fuck is wrong with you Jai?!"
I forced myself to regain my composure and glared at her as I said, "There's nothing wrong with me. What the fuck is your problem? Don't you ever push me!"
"My problem is that you're drunk as hell and you're falling all over the damn place. You're embarrassing yourself and you're embarrassing me so get your shit together."
Lex walked back into the restaurant, leaving me outside. I couldn't handle going back inside and looking at the people who had been gawking at my antics. I slowly walked back to the house. The stars twinkled beautifully in the sky and I allowed my mind to drift to a distant memory of star-gazing with Jordan. I smiled as I remembered sitting on a blanket on their roof and staring gleefully into the telescope. I shook my head and tried to erase the memory. I couldn't continue to live in the past and risk ruining a potential future with Lex. When I reached my home, I took a hot shower and drank a strong cup of coffee to sober myself up. A glance at the clock revealed that it was about 3 AM. I knew that Lex's security would let me into her villa but I also knew that I didn't want to see her while she remained upset. I was sorry but I wasn't in the mood for a long ass argument. Instead, I made a few quick calls to make some arrangements for a nice morning surprise.
I didn't sleep peacefully that night. Lex didn't come over after she left the restaurant, breaking our habit of always falling asleep in each other's arms. However, I knew she would be pleased after my surprise and I didn't let the previous night bother me too much.
I drove to her house around 7 in the morning and used my key to enter. I peeked into Lex's room and found her sprawled across the bed. I giggled as I watched her kick and stir in her sleep, snoring quietly. I went directly to the kitchen and promptly gave her cook the day off. The ingredients that I ordered were neatly stacked on the kitchen's center island. I hurried around the kitchen, singing along with Aretha Franklin's voice on the small radio and waving to the delivery people as they hustled to and fro. I quickly chopped the asparagus, spinach and tomatoes for the omelet and pan-seared the scallops. The assistants tiptoed around the house quietly, arranging the dozens of yellow roses that I ordered. A trail of yellow roses and sea shells lead from Lex's bedroom to the veranda. My excitement overwhelmed me and I yearned to see her reaction. I wanted everything to be a total surprise but I also had very little patience. It took everything inside of me to resist waking her up but I fought the urge.
I was standing on the balcony smoking when Lex woke up. Still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she walked cluelessly onto the balcony and stopped in her tracks when she saw the flowers. But more importantly, she noticed the food. Any anger or resentment disappeared as she placed kisses all over my face. Lex ate in silence but flashed me smiles with every bite she took. I playfully snatched her fork, ignoring her protests as I walked over to straddle her. She gently held my hips as I fed her and I kissed the corners of her mouth while she chewed.
When the last bite was finally gone, Lex wrapped her arms around me and squeezed hard.
"Damn baby. That shit was goooood! When you're sorry, you damn sure know how to show it".
I placed kisses all over her face and took my time enjoying her neck. My temperature rose as I felt her body wither under mine. Lex had such a hard exterior and I enjoyed watching her lose control because of my touch.
I licked her ear and whispered softly, "So does that mean you're not mad anymore?"
We kissed passionately and began disrobing. Our clothes left a trail behind us as we headed towards the bedroom. I eagerly followed but became distracted by the sound of my ringing phone. I tried to block it out but it continued to ring. Lex pouted when I ran out of the room to get it and shouted for me to hurry back. I cursed out loud as I waited for my voicemail to play the message from the last caller, whose number showed up as unavailable. My jaw and my phone dropped when the message played and I quickly picked it up in order to listen again.
"You have 1 new message.
Umm, hey Jaisun. I know I probably shouldn't even be calling but I don't know what else to do. I miss you. I miss you so much. I was so wrong to treat you like that. I just didn't know how to deal with my pride. It was so bruised. Just please call me back baby. I love you. We belong together. Oh yeah, it’s me...Jordan."
To Be Continued...
© Copyright 2009 Essence M.
Monday, May 11, 2009
The Way You Love Me Pt. 15
I dipped my fingers into the jar of beeswax and caressed another lock of Lex's beautiful golden strands. Her head lay peacefully in my lap, cradled in the caramel valley created by my bare thighs. She sighed deeply as I twisted her hair. I bent over and kissed the tip of her earlobe. I nuzzled the side of her neck with my nose and enjoyed the sound of her laughter as she giggled.
Lex and I were still in Europe and had been in Italy for about six weeks. We'd been having so much fun that we decided to extend our stay until the end of the travel season. We found ourselves enveloped in the same leisure society enjoyed by the American ex-patriates of the 1930s. But instead of James Baldwin and Josephine Baker, we were surrounded by dozens of successful black same gender loving people. Lex and I enjoyed lounging on the beach for hours and staggering out of jazz clubs at dawn. We went to lunch at noon and stayed until the sky turned orange in the evening. It seemed as if I'd once again found someone to enjoy the excitement of life with. But I didn't want to move too soon. Although we were spending massive amounts of time together, Lex and I still lived in seperate villas. We even agreed on having the freedom to date other people. But we didn't. The option was just there. We traveled all over Europe. Though it was not the first time trip to the other side of the ocean for either one of us, we enjoyed the excitement of exploring together. Every day held a new adventure for us, an opportunity for us to grow closer together and as individuals. We visited the ruins of ancient Athens. Viewed the Roman Coliseum. Spent long weekends in London and Paris. Just partying and making love. We got stoned out of our minds for two weeks in Amsterdam. We woke up in the morning with no particular plan other than to enjoy each other's company. I enjoyed waking up to her face in the morning and being the first person that she saw when she opened her eyes. With Lex I didn't feel the same weight that I felt from Jordan's overbearing nature. Lex appreciated my free-spirited nature and encouraged me to embrace my creativity beyond the pen. She taught me how to play the guitar. Sat behind me, postioning my arms and fingers as I nervously strummed the strings and kissed my fingertips when I messed up. Lex and I painted together. I'd cover myself in body paint and Lex would shoot me in garden or by the pool. It was funny and sexy and wild and sensual and I was enjoying every second.
After I finished Lex's hair, we went down to the market. The bright, rich colors of the foods entertained my eyes and caused my stomach to rumble. As usual, we were eating dinner at my house. Lex loved food but couldn't cook to save her life. The woman had every local bistro on her phone's speed dial. When I got comfortable with her presence in my life, I started cooking small meals every now and then. Then I began cooking at every meal, taking advantage of the fresh foods and exotic spices. Lex praised my cooking at every chance. She once told me that every meal excited her and filled her with anticipation because she never knew what I would create in the kitchen. It amazed her that my creativity spread to every possible part of my life, even my cooking. I cooked a meal of broiled scallops adorned with cherry tomatoes, fresh spinach and pasta in a garlic butter sauce. We stole bites of food off each other's plates, kissed the spots where food had strayed from the other's mouth. As a reward for cooking, Lex washed the dishes as I sat on a stool, reading from Nikki Giovanni's 'Love Poems'. We enjoyed a glass of wine and passed a joint between us on the verdana as we discussed Giovanni's words. As the sun faded into the horizon, it dawned on us that the night had yet to even begin. I delicately placed a Nina Simone record on the old phonography I'd bartered from a local woman in exchange for a beautiful turquiose ring. The woman had admired my ring as I scanned my eyes over her cart of beautiful handmade tapestries. She said she reminded her of her long deceased mother, a Cherokee. Our eyes connected in a moment of shared longing and I had slipped the ring off of my ring, placing it gently into her palm. The woman argued with me repeatedly shouting, "No, non posso prendere il vostro bello anello". I shrugged off the frustration caused by her refusal and instead offered to trade. She thrust an elegant cloth in my face and motioned for me to accept it as payment. I knew that she'd worked tirelessly on the tapesteries that she used to earn her living and couldn't imagine taking one without paying. Instead, I peeked in the corner and saw a small record player with a stack of Nina Simone records sitting neatly beside it. When I returned home that day, Lex laughed and pulled me into a deep embrace.
She loved the small girl inside of me who gave to others because she didn't have enough as a child. Growing up, I had everything that I needed but none of the things that I wanted. Lex laughed and shook her hand when I carried meals to the neighbors or invited the young girls of the village over for ice cream and sleepovers.
As Lex and I dressed to go out, I stopped for a moment just to stare at her reflection in the mirror. My eyes absorbed the beautiful artwork covering her body and I had the sudden urge to run my hands over her skin. Lost in my thoughts, I absentmindedly began to rub the flimsy silk material covering my chest. I must have let out a slight moan because Lex's eyes shot up and we connected. The quiet lust dominated my stare and she instantly picked up on my vibe. She crossed the room with the stealthiness of a beautifully calculating panther. Taking the robe from my hands, Lex devoured me with her eyes taking in the sight of my caramel thighs enclosed in black thigh high stockings and the garter belt decorating my waist. She reached for me and playfully pulled away. I sauntered backwards seductively, barely managing to escape her grasp. Lex chased me throughout the house in an exotic game of tag. When she finally cornered me in the bathroom, I knew that I had successfully managed to simultaneously piss her off and turn her on. She forcefully kissed me while freeing my hair from its ribbon and tugging my head back by its roots. Lex ran her tongue over the space between my collar bone and the fold behind my eye before quickly spinning me around to face our reflections. She maintained direct eye contact with me in the mirror as she kissed each of my arms from the tips of my fingers to the blades of my shoulders. I sighed breathlessly as my quickened heartbeat and the weakness in my knees caused me to temporaily lose my composure. My eyes followed her as she bent to remove the lace barrier between her and the treasure she sought. Placing kisses along the span of my legs, Lex kissed her way to the top of my body. Her hands eagerly clutched my breasts. She hoisted me onto the counter and found my lips again. Kissing me deeply as her fingers reached to explore me. Our bodies created a delicious rhythm as I rocked vigorously against her hips with her hand being battered between us. I sang out her name over and over again in a melody sweet enough to rival the song of any hummingbird. Sweat poured from Lex's forehead as she focused her attention on pleasing me. The intense stare on her face excited me even more and I found myself hittest the highest octave known to man while a wave of pleasure and emotion spilled over my body's core. I collapsed into her arms and she wrapped me in her arms, kissing the sides of my face gently. A few minutes later, she lifted me and placed me carefully into the bed. Lex's hands tenderly removed my clothing and pulled the satin comforter up to my chin. She kissed the tip of my nose and climbed into bed next to me. As we settled into another night of sleep, I breathed deeply and whispered a short answer to God. The peaceful lull of the wind whispered in my ear, singing me a lullaby. Before I drifted into my sleep, I said to myself, "I remember this. This is what happiness feels like...."
To Be Continued...
© Copyright 2009 Essence M.
Lex and I were still in Europe and had been in Italy for about six weeks. We'd been having so much fun that we decided to extend our stay until the end of the travel season. We found ourselves enveloped in the same leisure society enjoyed by the American ex-patriates of the 1930s. But instead of James Baldwin and Josephine Baker, we were surrounded by dozens of successful black same gender loving people. Lex and I enjoyed lounging on the beach for hours and staggering out of jazz clubs at dawn. We went to lunch at noon and stayed until the sky turned orange in the evening. It seemed as if I'd once again found someone to enjoy the excitement of life with. But I didn't want to move too soon. Although we were spending massive amounts of time together, Lex and I still lived in seperate villas. We even agreed on having the freedom to date other people. But we didn't. The option was just there. We traveled all over Europe. Though it was not the first time trip to the other side of the ocean for either one of us, we enjoyed the excitement of exploring together. Every day held a new adventure for us, an opportunity for us to grow closer together and as individuals. We visited the ruins of ancient Athens. Viewed the Roman Coliseum. Spent long weekends in London and Paris. Just partying and making love. We got stoned out of our minds for two weeks in Amsterdam. We woke up in the morning with no particular plan other than to enjoy each other's company. I enjoyed waking up to her face in the morning and being the first person that she saw when she opened her eyes. With Lex I didn't feel the same weight that I felt from Jordan's overbearing nature. Lex appreciated my free-spirited nature and encouraged me to embrace my creativity beyond the pen. She taught me how to play the guitar. Sat behind me, postioning my arms and fingers as I nervously strummed the strings and kissed my fingertips when I messed up. Lex and I painted together. I'd cover myself in body paint and Lex would shoot me in garden or by the pool. It was funny and sexy and wild and sensual and I was enjoying every second.
After I finished Lex's hair, we went down to the market. The bright, rich colors of the foods entertained my eyes and caused my stomach to rumble. As usual, we were eating dinner at my house. Lex loved food but couldn't cook to save her life. The woman had every local bistro on her phone's speed dial. When I got comfortable with her presence in my life, I started cooking small meals every now and then. Then I began cooking at every meal, taking advantage of the fresh foods and exotic spices. Lex praised my cooking at every chance. She once told me that every meal excited her and filled her with anticipation because she never knew what I would create in the kitchen. It amazed her that my creativity spread to every possible part of my life, even my cooking. I cooked a meal of broiled scallops adorned with cherry tomatoes, fresh spinach and pasta in a garlic butter sauce. We stole bites of food off each other's plates, kissed the spots where food had strayed from the other's mouth. As a reward for cooking, Lex washed the dishes as I sat on a stool, reading from Nikki Giovanni's 'Love Poems'. We enjoyed a glass of wine and passed a joint between us on the verdana as we discussed Giovanni's words. As the sun faded into the horizon, it dawned on us that the night had yet to even begin. I delicately placed a Nina Simone record on the old phonography I'd bartered from a local woman in exchange for a beautiful turquiose ring. The woman had admired my ring as I scanned my eyes over her cart of beautiful handmade tapestries. She said she reminded her of her long deceased mother, a Cherokee. Our eyes connected in a moment of shared longing and I had slipped the ring off of my ring, placing it gently into her palm. The woman argued with me repeatedly shouting, "No, non posso prendere il vostro bello anello". I shrugged off the frustration caused by her refusal and instead offered to trade. She thrust an elegant cloth in my face and motioned for me to accept it as payment. I knew that she'd worked tirelessly on the tapesteries that she used to earn her living and couldn't imagine taking one without paying. Instead, I peeked in the corner and saw a small record player with a stack of Nina Simone records sitting neatly beside it. When I returned home that day, Lex laughed and pulled me into a deep embrace.
She loved the small girl inside of me who gave to others because she didn't have enough as a child. Growing up, I had everything that I needed but none of the things that I wanted. Lex laughed and shook her hand when I carried meals to the neighbors or invited the young girls of the village over for ice cream and sleepovers.
As Lex and I dressed to go out, I stopped for a moment just to stare at her reflection in the mirror. My eyes absorbed the beautiful artwork covering her body and I had the sudden urge to run my hands over her skin. Lost in my thoughts, I absentmindedly began to rub the flimsy silk material covering my chest. I must have let out a slight moan because Lex's eyes shot up and we connected. The quiet lust dominated my stare and she instantly picked up on my vibe. She crossed the room with the stealthiness of a beautifully calculating panther. Taking the robe from my hands, Lex devoured me with her eyes taking in the sight of my caramel thighs enclosed in black thigh high stockings and the garter belt decorating my waist. She reached for me and playfully pulled away. I sauntered backwards seductively, barely managing to escape her grasp. Lex chased me throughout the house in an exotic game of tag. When she finally cornered me in the bathroom, I knew that I had successfully managed to simultaneously piss her off and turn her on. She forcefully kissed me while freeing my hair from its ribbon and tugging my head back by its roots. Lex ran her tongue over the space between my collar bone and the fold behind my eye before quickly spinning me around to face our reflections. She maintained direct eye contact with me in the mirror as she kissed each of my arms from the tips of my fingers to the blades of my shoulders. I sighed breathlessly as my quickened heartbeat and the weakness in my knees caused me to temporaily lose my composure. My eyes followed her as she bent to remove the lace barrier between her and the treasure she sought. Placing kisses along the span of my legs, Lex kissed her way to the top of my body. Her hands eagerly clutched my breasts. She hoisted me onto the counter and found my lips again. Kissing me deeply as her fingers reached to explore me. Our bodies created a delicious rhythm as I rocked vigorously against her hips with her hand being battered between us. I sang out her name over and over again in a melody sweet enough to rival the song of any hummingbird. Sweat poured from Lex's forehead as she focused her attention on pleasing me. The intense stare on her face excited me even more and I found myself hittest the highest octave known to man while a wave of pleasure and emotion spilled over my body's core. I collapsed into her arms and she wrapped me in her arms, kissing the sides of my face gently. A few minutes later, she lifted me and placed me carefully into the bed. Lex's hands tenderly removed my clothing and pulled the satin comforter up to my chin. She kissed the tip of my nose and climbed into bed next to me. As we settled into another night of sleep, I breathed deeply and whispered a short answer to God. The peaceful lull of the wind whispered in my ear, singing me a lullaby. Before I drifted into my sleep, I said to myself, "I remember this. This is what happiness feels like...."
To Be Continued...
© Copyright 2009 Essence M.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Daaaaaaamn....
I've been gone for a little minute and I'm soooooorry!
I've been dealing with some personal and school issues but now everything's cool, I'm all yours again!
I'm heading back to Baltimore today so more posts will definitely follow in the coming days.
Be Peace <3,
E.
I've been dealing with some personal and school issues but now everything's cool, I'm all yours again!
I'm heading back to Baltimore today so more posts will definitely follow in the coming days.
Be Peace <3,
E.
Friday, April 24, 2009
What's Da Tea Recap: Show #1
So last night I told myself that I would be in bed by 1 AM sharp. However, I found myself mesmerized by the witty banter of Father Khalif Jalil Prada (aka Shady P), Susan Mizrahi, and Mother Roxi Moulin on the newest addition to Blogtalk Radio, "What's Da Tea". Shady P's newest venture gives women involved in the ballroom scene a forum to discuss various topics including upcoming events and ballroom 101.
On last night's show, Shady P was joined on-air by the fabulous Mother Roxi Moulin and the legendary Susan Mizrahi. What followed for the next 2 hours was not only funny as all hell but interesting, intriguing, and informative. The three commentators (who are definitely considered to be among the Who's Who of not only the female ballroom scene but mainstream scene as well) spilled the tea on their thoughts about internet houses, balls that they were personally anticipating, and gave their definitions of several ball categories.
The House of Iman's highly anticipated Gag Factor Ball dominated the conversation as well as Prada Weekend (which is sure to be the event of the summer) and Susan Mizrahi's Girlfight! The switchboard remained packed with callers from all over. The lovely Ms. Jessica Rabbitt called in to promote Sweet Heat's kick-off party (which she happens to be hosting) and even spilled a little tea on our beloved DL. Apparently, Ms. Rabbitt hasn't been given her reward money for winning Downelink's Sexiest Hair Contest. [Hmmm, ya'lll know that ain't right...] King Jaedon Prada called in to show love to the host and broke hearts all over America when she announced that she's not only moving to Atlanta in a few days but is also officially off the market! [Ok, I'll wait while a few of you go grab a tissue box. Even I had to shed a tear over that one and I have a girl!] I even dialed up the terrific threesome and commented a few times.
The highlight of the show for me is clear: I loooooved listening to their descriptions of ball categories and their thoughts on the current status of the female ballroom scene. They reinforced that training and dedication is needed to make it to the top of the ballroom scene and understanding the history of the ballroom scene is imperative! When I say that special guest Susan Mizrahi is incredibly funny, down to earth and real as hell... it was such a pleasure to listen to her because it shows that this is not just a trend, this is a LIFESTYLE! The respect that these women have for the ballroom scene is something that I rarely see in the community. They understand the history and the heart of the ballroom scene and it shows through their respect and knowledge.
Though the date and time haven't been announced, information on upcoming shows can be found on Shady P's DL page Shady P. You can also go to Blogtalk Radio to listen to the shows.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
New Music: Fiona Simone-Tomboy Fresh (Remix)
I first encountered the music of Fiona Simone a few months through the awesome site
6ColourClique, one of the first sites that connected LGBT women of color from all over [Gotta give a shout-out to the lovely Mo Brown...Love ya girl!]. After taking a second, third, and FOURTH listen to her mixtape "Ladies Room 2.5", there's only word to describe how I feel: HOOKED!
Now, the ATL MC is dropping a new single from her upcoming album "Detour" and I have a feeling that its gonna be a hot one.
In a world where sex sells, she's using her lyrics to get her to the top and I dig that. I'm telling you ladies, there's a revolution going on and it just might be televised WORLDWIDE! Female artists are stepping their game UP and I LOVE IT!
Don't take my word for it. Listen.
TOMBOY FRESH REMIX ft Row Tanks - Fiona Simone
There's No Doubt In My Mind...
That DJ Mary Mac is one of the hottest women ever and what she can do to a turntable can make any woman wonder what else she can do with those hands [Lord, my GF is gonna kill me for that one...LOL]
But honestly its not all about looks, the substance is there also. One of the hottest female DJs in the game, DJ Mary Mac's skills cannot be disputed and despite an increase in the number of female DJs, she continues to reign supreme.
For music and more, you can find her on Myspace [Myspace.com/DJMARYMACNYC and Twitter [http://twitter.com/DJMARYMAC].
Also, as the resident DJ @ NYC's Lovergirl, you can party with DJ Mary Mac each and every Saturday.
People, please do not sleep on the multitude of talented women in our community. They need our support!
But honestly its not all about looks, the substance is there also. One of the hottest female DJs in the game, DJ Mary Mac's skills cannot be disputed and despite an increase in the number of female DJs, she continues to reign supreme.
For music and more, you can find her on Myspace [Myspace.com/DJMARYMACNYC and Twitter [http://twitter.com/DJMARYMAC].
Also, as the resident DJ @ NYC's Lovergirl, you can party with DJ Mary Mac each and every Saturday.
People, please do not sleep on the multitude of talented women in our community. They need our support!
Say Word?!: A Daily Dose of Realness...
Ok, so today I have something on my mind and its not an issue restricted solely to the LGBT community but to Black women as a whole.
So WTF is up with grown women still dressing as if they're 16 years old? If you are over the age of 25, you need to dress in big girls clothes sweetie. I truly don't get it. Everyday I log onto DL, MySpace and Facebook and see various profiles of older women who look scandalous and unladylike. What ever happened to dressing like a lady and looking classy? If you are 35 years old, you should not be dressing like Hannah Montana! Even Miley Cyrus is getting too old for that!
Ladies, this is acceptable...
Not this...
Get it together.
So WTF is up with grown women still dressing as if they're 16 years old? If you are over the age of 25, you need to dress in big girls clothes sweetie. I truly don't get it. Everyday I log onto DL, MySpace and Facebook and see various profiles of older women who look scandalous and unladylike. What ever happened to dressing like a lady and looking classy? If you are 35 years old, you should not be dressing like Hannah Montana! Even Miley Cyrus is getting too old for that!
Ladies, this is acceptable...
Not this...
Get it together.
Event FYI: Fatso University
Though not an event that's strictly for a ladies, "Fatso University" is an event that reaches out to the people who really hold my heart: the REAL Hip-Hip community.
An online buddy of mine, the fantastic Ms. Jonquille Rice, has stated that she'll be in the place "giving you a piece of [her]" so make sure you hit up this event and support her. Also you can check out her blog @ http://jonquillerice.blogspot.com
An online buddy of mine, the fantastic Ms. Jonquille Rice, has stated that she'll be in the place "giving you a piece of [her]" so make sure you hit up this event and support her. Also you can check out her blog @ http://jonquillerice.blogspot.com
Event FYI: More Events for DC Black Pride 2009
In addition to its other DC Black Pride Events, Onyx Entertainment presents Thiqueness Part 2. The party is hosted by Frankie [Star of "The Way It Is" and mother to singer Keyshia Cole] and Deelishis ["Flavor of Love 2"]. Though I'm not too excited to see either one of the hosts, I'm sure its gonna be a great event. Be there.
Also, my girl Kee over at K.P Jr Productions is presenting the "Pink Polish" party at Club Mirrors on May 22nd. Though its going head to head with Onyx Entertainment's "Eye Candy" [which is at Club 24], it gives ladies an alternative place to party.
Also, my girl Kee over at K.P Jr Productions is presenting the "Pink Polish" party at Club Mirrors on May 22nd. Though its going head to head with Onyx Entertainment's "Eye Candy" [which is at Club 24], it gives ladies an alternative place to party.
Event FYI: Prada Weekend 2009
Look, I'm just gonna say this...
If you are not planning to be at this event, you are ridiculously fucking stupid.
Prada Weekend will the hottest event of the summer and if you're not there, please believe that you will be missing out.
The highlight of the weekend is the highly anticipated "Sins Vs. Morals" Ball. The House of Prada's Worldwide Father Khalif Prada is alluding that this ball will be one of the largest female balls ever. With categories inspired by the 7 Deadly Sins and 7 Heavenly Morals, its sure to be one of the most creative balls as well. The ball has also attracted a multitude of sponsors including the legendary Jaimee Balenciaga, The Urban L Magazine, Traxx Girls, Onyx Entertainment, PrideAfterHours and Dreamgirls Entertainment. Each is sponsoring the cash prize of a selected category from the ball [For a list of the sponsors and their categories, see Prada Weekend on Downelink.
Also, in addition to the Sins V. Morals Ball, Prada Weekend also boasts two other events: a kick-off party on Thursday and the Mr. and Mrs. NYC mini pageant/party.
For Ball Categories, Ticket Prices, and all other information on Prada Weekend, check out
If you are not planning to be at this event, you are ridiculously fucking stupid.
Prada Weekend will the hottest event of the summer and if you're not there, please believe that you will be missing out.
The highlight of the weekend is the highly anticipated "Sins Vs. Morals" Ball. The House of Prada's Worldwide Father Khalif Prada is alluding that this ball will be one of the largest female balls ever. With categories inspired by the 7 Deadly Sins and 7 Heavenly Morals, its sure to be one of the most creative balls as well. The ball has also attracted a multitude of sponsors including the legendary Jaimee Balenciaga, The Urban L Magazine, Traxx Girls, Onyx Entertainment, PrideAfterHours and Dreamgirls Entertainment. Each is sponsoring the cash prize of a selected category from the ball [For a list of the sponsors and their categories, see Prada Weekend on Downelink.
Also, in addition to the Sins V. Morals Ball, Prada Weekend also boasts two other events: a kick-off party on Thursday and the Mr. and Mrs. NYC mini pageant/party.
For Ball Categories, Ticket Prices, and all other information on Prada Weekend, check out
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Sing DUKE!
I have to give a shout-out to my homie, my brother and one of my closest friends...The Artist Currently known as DUKE!
There are not alot of men who can say that I love them, but I truly love this man. We've been friends since freshman year and recently we've been going through the same exact struggles and he's had my back.
Plus, the boy can sing. And I don't mean just singing the background of the church choir [You know how some people get put aaaaaaaaaaaaaall the way in BACK!, LOL]. No, I mean he can SANG!
I've seen him evolve as artist. Truly get serious about his craft. I've seen this man write his own lyrics. He is an ARTIST! Ever heard of 'art for arts sake?' Well that's what we're about over here. He sings because he loves music just as I write because I love words.
Bottomline ladies, my homeboy can siiiiiiiing....
Listen and give some feedback.
A Million Girls - Mark Jackson & Duke
And also, you can't forget about the rest of the future rock stars...Blake Kelly, Hollywood Lue and of course, DJ Tay James [I can't even believe I just said that...]
Yes, I'm all about the ladies but these are my boys and I gotta show love. I gotta support my friends [Isn't that what the straight-gay alliance is all about?]
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnywayz, listen to the music and check these guys out. I hate to say it, but they're kind of a big ASS deal.
Booty Call.. - Blake Kelly
The Dark Night Mixtape - DJ TAY JAMES
Pick IT Up Final2_Produced By Mark Jackson.mp3 - MARK "MOGUL" JACKSON
There are not alot of men who can say that I love them, but I truly love this man. We've been friends since freshman year and recently we've been going through the same exact struggles and he's had my back.
Plus, the boy can sing. And I don't mean just singing the background of the church choir [You know how some people get put aaaaaaaaaaaaaall the way in BACK!, LOL]. No, I mean he can SANG!
I've seen him evolve as artist. Truly get serious about his craft. I've seen this man write his own lyrics. He is an ARTIST! Ever heard of 'art for arts sake?' Well that's what we're about over here. He sings because he loves music just as I write because I love words.
Bottomline ladies, my homeboy can siiiiiiiing....
Listen and give some feedback.
A Million Girls - Mark Jackson & Duke
And also, you can't forget about the rest of the future rock stars...Blake Kelly, Hollywood Lue and of course, DJ Tay James [I can't even believe I just said that...]
Yes, I'm all about the ladies but these are my boys and I gotta show love. I gotta support my friends [Isn't that what the straight-gay alliance is all about?]
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnywayz, listen to the music and check these guys out. I hate to say it, but they're kind of a big ASS deal.
Booty Call.. - Blake Kelly
The Dark Night Mixtape - DJ TAY JAMES
Pick IT Up Final2_Produced By Mark Jackson.mp3 - MARK "MOGUL" JACKSON
Support Small Businesses: Upper Echelon Clothing
Houston-based designer Marical (who also happens to be a Hampton University alum) is introducing a new clothing line, "Upper Echelon Clothing". The line is designed for men, women and children of all ages. The shirts are currently $20. I know its a recession and all but come on guys, SUPPORT SMALL BUSINESSES! The LGBT community has to come together and support our own!
You can contact her through her Facebook profile...Marcial Mitchell on FB
You can contact her through her Facebook profile...Marcial Mitchell on FB
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
New Flicks: DJ KStarr
NYC's DJ KStarr recently did a shoot with über talented photograher Melshary [who also did a great shoot for The Urban L Magazine].
Enjoy.
Lovin it.
For the rest of the shots from this photoshoot, check out Melshary Photography on Myspace.
Also, DJ KStarr has the following events coming up. If you're in the area, check it out!
Enjoy.
Lovin it.
For the rest of the shots from this photoshoot, check out Melshary Photography on Myspace.
Also, DJ KStarr has the following events coming up. If you're in the area, check it out!
EVENT FYI: Turn Me On; The Official Relaunch Party for PrideAfterHours.Com
In perhaps the most exciting move since its creation, PrideAfterHours.Com re-launching its website and hosting a huge party to celebrate. PrideAfterHours, a promotions company serving the LGBT community, is the official promoter of several of this summer's major events including Sweet Heat. They also handle the promotion of various companies and performers such as Syn Moulin, Jersey Moulin and The Urban L.
Get dressed, go out and support. We need to show love to our sistahs who are handling their biz in a positive way and giving back to the community at the same time!
HOSTED BY
ROXI MOULIN
PINKY of THE HONEY CLUB
UNK DA BOSS of PAYDAY ENT
JOIN US AS WE RELAUNCH ONE OF NYC'S HOTTEST PARTY SITES!!! THIS PARTY WILL BE FILLED WITH SOME OF NYC'S SEXIEST WOMEN. THIS WILL BE YET ANOTHER AFFAIR TO REMEBER, WHICH WILL DEFINITELY LEAVE YOU TURNED ON!!!!
**ONLY $5 B4 12 ON GUESTLIST, RSVP A MUST**
FOR MORE INFO OR GUEST LIST CONTACT:
-PINKY-
FOUNDER
THE HONEY CLUB & GET HONEY ENT
THEHONEYCLUB@GMAIL.COM
1 917 319 5346
(text messages preferred)
Get dressed, go out and support. We need to show love to our sistahs who are handling their biz in a positive way and giving back to the community at the same time!
HOSTED BY
ROXI MOULIN
PINKY of THE HONEY CLUB
UNK DA BOSS of PAYDAY ENT
JOIN US AS WE RELAUNCH ONE OF NYC'S HOTTEST PARTY SITES!!! THIS PARTY WILL BE FILLED WITH SOME OF NYC'S SEXIEST WOMEN. THIS WILL BE YET ANOTHER AFFAIR TO REMEBER, WHICH WILL DEFINITELY LEAVE YOU TURNED ON!!!!
**ONLY $5 B4 12 ON GUESTLIST, RSVP A MUST**
FOR MORE INFO OR GUEST LIST CONTACT:
-PINKY-
FOUNDER
THE HONEY CLUB & GET HONEY ENT
THEHONEYCLUB@GMAIL.COM
1 917 319 5346
(text messages preferred)
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