After a rather lengthy period of inactivity and squatting on some familiar dicks, I got bored. I like variety. Variety in sex, in interactions, in interests and fetishes and largely, in dicks. Not to sound like the ultimate slut, but just like dudes say all pussy feels different, so does all peen. I liked my regulars, don’t get me wrong but people get comfortable and shit gets less sexy or god forbid, fucked up. You begin holding them to a higher standard of being than they c
There were a lot of signs. Red flags that I shouldn’t move forward. Shouldn’t pursue the attractive, talented, muse of a man who was showing interest in me. The signs were there, sent as a attachment on every text and email. For god's sake, he sent me fucking “Lossin’ Control” by Russ, ballad of the guilty man, the “ex-cheater”. “The signs were there”, a saying I now repeat to myself when I look back, wondering how I got sucked in the sink hole of shit that is the mess he cre
He had the type of name that screamed, “I was in a fraternity!” Unsurprisingly to everyone, he really was. For the purpose of anonymity, we’ll call him Sebastian. I stumbled across Sebastian’s profile on Tinder almost immediately after deciding to rejoin. I didn’t normally dig white guys but something about the sandwich shoved in his mouth on his profile pic really spoke to me. His profile read, “Live. Laugh. Love. Harvest Organs.” It made me wet just reading it. I wouldn’t s
For a large amount of designers the motivation behind their dream is monetary. Yes, they must possess a genuine eye for fashion to be successful. But that doesn’t negate the reality that most brands are, likely, primarily interested in the monetary gain.
Then there’s Kikkit! A Richmond based clothing brand whose concept is quite the opposite. Don’t let me trick you by implying they’re not about the benjamins. They are! However, the owner’s motivation is slightly different.
As summer comes to an end and fall begins, so do the old trends. Moving from bathing suites and all mesh attire to full coats, gowns, and at RVA Fashion Week, even quilts? This Fall, I was once again granted the honor of attending RVA Fashion Week, with hopes to get a glimpse of what we can expect to be “in” this fall and winter. Everything from the skyline view at the venue to the various types of vendors was stunning. But none of that compared to the amazingly talented desi
I used to pride myself on my active participation and support of the hardcore scene. Not realizing that the year I have spent covering hip hop has caused me to be de-sensitized and ill prepared for the world that is “hardcore shows”. Forgetting the basic rules like: don’t bring a bag in, don’t wear low cut tops, fake glasses will be lost or broken (most likely, while on your face), as will shoes if not double knotted, only idiots wear their hair down, and be aware of the mosh
Everyone has “that friend”. You know, the one who’s constantly busy taking over the world? Posting snaps and pictures that make you want to repost with the hashtag #goals. I now know first hand, that life is anything but simple. Rushing from photoshoot, to networking event, to interview. All while upholding the “image” associated with being an influential woman. It's not just a day job where the work stops when you walk out the door. It is a lifestyle, taking more than just i