DiOSA

  Hey, love (hey, love) Turn your head 'round (turn your head 'round) Take off that frown, you're in love Wake up (wake up) Open the door (open the door) Don't cry no more, you're in love ...

 When I'm real with you  I form the weapon     & place it in your hand.

This is where the money is Our parents were Democrats They had the factories and the blue collared jobs Those jobs are gone now Now we are about technology, AI,   Energy     this is where the money is You and your family will have so much just wait Don’t be living like you’re poor All that liberation talk   You’re talking like your poor   Let me make some money for you Watch Falling dollar bills   fan the flames of a scorched planet  

Benjamin Moser, from the introduction of The Complete Stories of Clarice Lispector "'Do you renounce the glamour of evil' Catholic communicants are asked at Easter, 'and refuse to be mastered by sin?' The question preserves a conflation, now rare, of glamour and sorcery: glamour was a quality that confounds, shifts, shapes, invests a thing with a mysterious aura.."

  I walked (I walked, I walked) Like a zombie in the night You came (you came, you came) And you brought me back to life I tried so hard (I tried, I tried) To become the one you need But now you think that you're not enough for me You don't have to change for me I love you just the way you are I'd rather change the sun and the moon Or see December snow in June

Sarah Belle Reid,  performer/composer

I think any creative work is best when the artist is not thinking about anybody else except himself and his highest ideal of art. Nothing is in his universe except himself and his art. The dancer is alone in the world. The writer is writing for no one. The musician is playing as the ship sinks. The painter is painting on forbidden canvas. This is essential to any truly profound inspiration. All great work, work that ends up touching people most profoundly, that they take most personally, that feels the most specific to them, comes from a place of forgetting people completely. The minute the artist starts thinking about how people will receive his work, the minute he starts playing any perception games, what he creates feels less real, less relevant, less good. I also think this applies to everything, not just art

tweeted by Azealia Banks 3/18/25 @azealiaslacewig

    One of our greats. I came about her through the owner of Chicago consignment store "A Lotta Good Stuff" located in the Bronzeville neighborhood.  Actress, singer, dancer.  Welcome to the stage Mother muse, Miss Lola Falana.

 Style spotlight on the alluring Denise Matthews of Vanity 6.  May she rest peacefully.

A man and his lady courtesy of @urbanthrowbacks and @cultchacontent on Instagram

My Spring Equinox vision board. 2025 Astrologically, the Spring Equinox is the start of a new year. Aries, being the first sign of the zodiac (as well as my moon and rising sign) is the leader of the pack, the initiator, the ambitious warrior and passionate, fierce go getter. Right now, Venus and Mercury are both retrograding through Aries and Neptune, the planet of intuition, dreams, mysticism and the subconscious, is about to enter Aries for the first time in our collective lifetime. We are entering a new era so we should set a vision for it.  On my vision board you will see themes of art, love, fashion, writing, liberation, music making, dance and those who embody all that I aspire towards creatively. Featured are: Josephine Baker, Billie Holiday, the work of Solange Knowles and Ana Mendieta, a BDSM inspired Balenciaga shoot in the rainforest, a post from this very blog and a photo of two lovers fully embracing. In April of 2025 I will launch my substack which will be a collecti...

Bring yourself into me  slowly and digestibly  Part your lips  with an unsaid testimony Before we took off I was crazy about you      at this height      I could never describe how it felt

I swam Straight to the middle   of a lake arrived from tears sweat, from long hauls over ramps and roads   swinging from my small town   We have been surviving off this water for generations. We drink it, bottle it and bathe in it as well   maybe we shouldn’t   I know for a fact I have saved two souls my mother is a death doula c ollecting confessions  to melt in the mud In the middle of the water I saw a mirrored vanity a bit too on the nose   gold crowns and a dentist pulled tooth   combs and jewelry and a Chanel double CC blush  opened and used only the best for my grandmas   my aunties those who presumably owned this piece Laid on the vanity   ‘A promise land’ Wet ------ Thinking of the painting I saw in the Midway Airport depicting a stream with a vanity in the middle of it. Above the vanity, in cursive the painting said "A Promised Land" Thinking of the Kafue River in Zambia that dried overnight a few days ago due to chemical ...

Its never just  aesthetics.  

Guess I’m a witch now

In 2018, JT and Caresha (Yung Miami) stepped on the scene as the City Girls and changed my life.  A think piece marinating on their impact will come in time but here's my list of their best videos. PERIODDDDDT Where The Bag At (2018) Quintessential City Girls. Scamming, strippers, designer bags and a mansion. Where the bag at niqqa ?  Jobs (2020) A communist anthem. An examination of working class conditions and the rise of Only Fans.  Flashy (2023)  Deserved a single release. The looks and girlyness scream Black Barbie.  Fuck Dat Nigga (2018) Where it all started. The first time I heard anyone declare "I NEED A NIGGA WHO GON SWIPE THEM VISAS." Sound quality is a little crunchy but that's part of the appeal. It's just too real.  Act Up (2019) Can you believe this was made less than a year later? Artist development on 10. Cultural influence on 1000. Caresha holding it down while JT was in the slammer and Yachty, the writer of this track (minus JT's ver...

A legend, a missed muse, gone too soon and not nearly as known as she ought to be. Yesterday I watched a gorgeous film about the life of the incomparable Diane Luckey, professionally known as 'Q Lazzarus' by director Eva Aridjis. This is not a formal review just the tip of what sits on my chest. I have so much to say about Black female artists who go down unconventional music paths like rock, synth pop, metal, etc. For so long, and still to this day, Black female vocalists are expected to do the R&B, smooth jazz or soft "urban" sound strictly because of their race and gender. I see so much of myself in elders and sadly now ancestors like Q. She was there before anyone else and died without her just due. She was a question mark to white suits looking to market her when it was really quite simple. Presence, beauty, talent, vitality. Late 80s was the perfect time to launch a soulful alternative Black voice like Q Lazzarus, but executives do not see visions. Her lack ...

 He's 9 years old and watches The Little Mermaid.

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White men have the softest skin. 

Working with white bitches is TOO MUCH!!!!! I do it with such grace.  Little do they know I'm about to start a riot.

Buried jewels  in the darkest dirt Black earth  Black rock Black screen  Black city  I was pushing a grocery cart down 14th street at midnight. collecting sweet treats and preparing to go on a trip. I went to a cafe for donuts and ice cream and ended up with coffee. At the cafe I see Ernst. I try to not see him but we meet eyes and he’s super warm and nice. He tells me I look better than I did the last time he saw me. I am a woman now, no longer the 18 year old college girl he met in 2016. In my grocery cart I have lots of goodies. Lemon is the main ingredient. Black earth  Black rock Black screen  Black city  At a dinner table with all white women. Older white women. I was reading an article and they kept starting side conversations. I told them loudly I’m n ot repeating myself and they loved it. It sorta felt like the world was gonna end or was already ending but not in that room. A nerdy little white guy sat next to me clearly wanting to progress ou...

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  when i get unfolded i get vulnerable obnoxious vengeful unworthy God does not like idolatry Making man a golden, shallow obsession external loathing vanity a second word for worthlessness at a point, i was begging Him to ____ me save kill love heal He never did. i did not want to feel pain You made me this is your fault

  Digital collage by me

I. Anima to inert Anima, the irrational part of the soul and the       feminine part of a man Inert, the lack of vigor On the peripheral He kissed her and started to cry In her, he saw--a wife, a mother, a burden and a whore     A complex beauty made his manhood bygone He kissed her      and began to cry. Genesis 29:10 If we cannot manifest past our subconcsious fear The ego and the mind will step in to gain control Detach from the necessary pain of the process On a higher level-- The one who hesitates is lost.  II. Daddy dream He was drunk at home. The veil was thin. His friends came over and there were Polaroids of girls with big fake breasts. Spring break. Neon green bikini, bright white face mask Outside of my family      and whatever sorts of conditioning deemed     moralistic and appropriate,  My mind exists as a stream of gargled particulars Similar to the internet      an endless mirag...

Sometimes   you dress in the dark afraid to look in the mirror There is so much security    in temporary blindness  Choosing not to see or know   Never lifting your head      to meet   the perception of another

 

The promise of tomorrow keeps the day from being too long. I see visions. Prophetic turns. More beauty. Less bloodshed. Singing girls with loose limbs finding language in a scat.  *** Slum goddess, goddess of the slum  You are a vision in the most frowned up ways.