people don’t know how to handle fame.
they get a little power and the hidden sociopath or narcissist comes flying out.
when you take on the role as “the chosen one“,
i don’t care who you are and what your career is…
You need to live up to those high standards.
even if you don’t want to be a role model,
you still have to act like a leader.
it always baffles me when people climb to higher heights within their careers,
especially black folks who know how hard it is to be giving a shot,
to end up throwing it all away so easier being assholes.
that’s like one of my (ex) blogging heroes who got caught up on twitter.
welcome to your tape…
so i admired xilla from afar.
he was a popular blogger for “global grind” who rose up the journalist ladder.
last i saw,
he was interviewing actors for their latest releases.
so you can imagine my surprise when he i met him.
i was star struck because this was someone who inspired in my own career.
the first time i was introduced to him was last year.
i said after we shook hands:
“I know who this is.
This is the legendary BlogXilla.”
you know he ate that shit up.
i meant every word tho because that’s who he was for me.
the second time,
his head entered the room before he did.
i don’t “do” folks who think they’re better.
when i tried to say “wassup“,
he treated me like i was one of the help.
he only spoke to the “cool kids“.
it’s a little disheartening when you meet your heroes and they act that way.
It was until two vixens I’m cool with told me about his alleged pervy ways
one told me she allegedly reached out for career guidance,
but he was trying to sleep with her instead.
the other had a similar story as well.
they also tried their best to avoid him when he was in the room.
so between his attitude and the whispers,
it tarnished the image i had of him so i banished him with the quickness.
When I’m turned off,
I’m turned TF off.
fast forward to yesterday and i was sent these tweets:
Okay. Since my phone is being blown up by you with another manipulative conversation to try and keep me quiet, let’s talk about it. @BlogXilla
— Lindsey India (@LindseyIndia) April 29, 2020
— Franceleslia Millien (@FRANCELESLIA) April 29, 2020
After speaking with @LindseyIndia & a few other women, I’ve decided to share my story. I’m embarrassed & ashamed to share this, as I stay far away from drama & don’t speak on what I don’t know. But this hits home so – here is my story about @GlobalGrind ‘s predator BlogXilla pic.twitter.com/ABvj40o1VV
— Sidnee Michelle (@SidMich_) April 30, 2020
i’m sure there are more if you go digging.
it didn’t help he put out this alleged statement on his twitter either:
you aren’t some commoner doing social media press releases sir.
this is a serious matter so you need to contact your lawyer.
there is a lot more mess that followed those tweets.
i’m very disappointed that this is his tape.
he had one job and it looks like he used it to be a pervert.
vixens throw the pussy at the dusties for less to nothing.
i always assumed he was gay,
but clearly i was wrong.
this all led me to wonder about the people we look up to.
there is a saying that goes:
Never meet your heroes,
because they’re sure to disappoint you
i think you should meet them because that’s when you can see their characters.
it’s like meeting a celeb and they are NASTY behind the scenes.
people who are about the fuck shit always have whispers.
they often leave a trial of destruction behind them.
all in all,
i’m starting to realize that we need to be our own heroes.
we can admire people,
but place them on a pedestal and they might ruin that image you had of them.
See: all social medias and the highlight reels that follow.
so if all of these allegations are true,
i hope all of the victims of xilla valentine can find peace and closure in telling their story.