pause.
i love when a “straight” male is knee deep in flirting with my gay ass,
he is revealing his true colors as he speaks,
and then he hits me with a “pause“.

pause in the black community is like insurance for your straightness.
all of your sus shit is excused as long as you say pause at the end of a sentence.

It’s like some Christians who think their slates are wiped clean at the altar every Sunday.

i don’t know which year that pause came out but in 2024,
the phrase for straight protection are changing to…

We barely appreciate Mariah and all the other legends.

i keep saying and fonting that people don’t appreciate you until you gone.
until you say “fuck you, don’t talk to me anymore, goodbye“.
folks get the message either through death,
when they see your ass glo’d up in “new me; who dis?”,
or you not fuckin’ with them anymore because of being taken for granted.

“OMG!
______ was so amazing and I miss them so much!”

tell us how you fucked up and lost a good thing without telling us.
so when i see shit like this…

my only regret in life is it took me a really long time to realize this.
because of my trauma,
i always tried to be seen in a good light.
it was always met with criticism that made me question myself.
you could do everything perfectly,
dotting all “i”‘s and crossing all “t”‘s…

They’ll still talk about you like you are filth.

i’m really excited about beyonce dippin’ her feet into country.
i’m a country-lite fan myself but i love when bey puts her spin on things.
i love the two singles she released in anticipation of “cowboy carter“.
she released the album cover yesterday with this caption:

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…which i really liked tremendously.
azealia banks doesn’t like any of it and had this to font…

Why are they trying to play us like we were born yesterday?
Don’t they realize many of us have common sense?

so the great “where is kate?” mystery got even more weirder.
i don’t even fuck with kate like that but i’m lowkey invested.
i love solving things that don’t make sense.
if you don’t make sense to me then i’m interested.
kate went missing and a whole bunch of weird shit transpired.
( x read here for a timeline of all the weird shit )
( x here is another great one from buzzfeed )
tmz is gonna tell us they got video of kate at a farm…

Lawd.
i think joie chavis was one of the prettiest vixens i ever seen.
i kinda use to think she would be above it all too.
like,
the type who knows she is cute but OD particular.
welp,
nope.
let’s keep it real…

She is kinda,
sorta,
maybe a hoe.

…and i mean that is fine,
but she keeps having going away presents in her hoing.
she has 2 kids with 2 rappers…

…and about to have a 3rd with a baller wolf,
trevon diggs.

he is the brother of stefon diggs and this is his 3rd too.
so they might be equally yolked in their hoing as well.
what is wild to me is joie and trevon are on and off but she decides to get bred by him.
so he has been getting clowned all over social media because of this.
this might be the shame we have been lacking in the forests.
cam’ron shared his thoughts about it on his podcast with mase and…

Foxhole,
we might be off the beaten path.

when i was younger,
i was a little demonic stan for many pop divas.
mariah,
britney,
jlo,
bey.
no one could say anything bad about them or i’d be all in my feelings.
tbh,
i felt like they were speaking my life and pain through their music.
i didn’t have anyone in my life to mentor me so i took to their music and personas.
i feel that is what happens to many gay youth who don’t have any irl mentors.
they’ll fiercely protect these pop divas to show loyalty.
em made a song that created the word,
“stan“.

as much as i fucked with these pop divas,
it never got to the point i wanted to go fight someone tho.
it was never that serious for me.
my motto for life has always been:

I may go up to line,
play around and might do a little dance,
but I try not to cross it.

so there was a stan war between a barb and a cardi(?) stan that went goofy.
it was between @jazmineonika2 and @popsongaesthete…